Name Rondeau Poems

Roll the credits on what's-his-name,
walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne,
saddled up on his trusted steed,
pistol packing, sure he'll succeed,
stealing the sunset, final frame.

Red carpet...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne,
so long, farewell, Virginia Plain,
strife was yesterday's heavy load,
life is tomorrow's open road,
it's time to hitchhike once again.

Heading where songs,...

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It is by God’s grace, rich and free
That makes my life wondrously blest
Midst surprises of divine glee
Marked with miracles for faith’s crest.

Existence inside loving nest
Of...

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Teaching Practice has highs and lows.
Highs smell like such strong aroma,
Lows are odours bearing no woes.
No wonder it’s no diploma.

Experience has its own drama.
Highs were...

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Reveal my worth my actions tell 
Ego off the charts without shame
The societal norms we repel
To prove myself I up my game

All that matters is...

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When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea -
bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
Bye-bye lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
Even a well-seasoned captain loses...

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I LOVE YOU TRULY

I love you, truly, my dear one,
From dawn till daylight’s setting sun.
Until I go to bed to sleep,
Praying each night … “our...

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The sun shines brightly, it's a beautiful day                 ...

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Holder of the flame of bliss awareness
Cognised by presence, in tranquil stillness 
Each hue new, although generic code same
God is love; we may give Him...

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As God essence, bliss is our middle name
Head and heart aligned with voice of conscience 
Each moment reborn, with joy we exclaim 
Orientation energised silence

Once...

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As river does, towards vast, waste, life flows, 
Where he loses his gains, fame, and his name; 
Birth or growth is a battle, but life...

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Escape
roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I...

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My poetry’s heart, pumped by grace
Breathes out God’s love of mercy’s trace
Certainties divinely assure
Amidst challenges’ harsh pressure
Expressed by verse and rhymes of praise.*

Throbbing with truths...

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Turning back time to childhood days,
through the twisted months and years maze;
to when my sister and I played,
with our dolls in the day's shade;
her early...

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Oh, thief of life, your name is Time...
your hands keep moving, no downtime.
You never blink or take a pause;
your movement has no glitches, flaws.
You wait...

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