Places Rondeau Poems

When Sunday came, with strong footwear,
warmed by the words of Bolton’s mayor,
from Halliwell to Smithills Moor,
we followed those who walked before,
and fought for access, just...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. " Quote...

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Remembering many good times, I suspect, 
Is like repeating a favorite record continuously,
Simply because you like to muse and reflect
Even annoying others when doing it...

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"The streams are my veins."
                 --Constance La France

Along the...

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I waited long among the dew
of morning grass and day anew,
arising in the place we played
where hasty promises were made;
our tender hearts to each we...

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Beside this stream let my soul rest
My epitaph:   He did his best
Roses adorn my cenotaph,
Sweet vines growing along the path
All these things meeting...

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Beneath the moon we share our lives
Upon benches, along the drives,
Like others have sat many times
Distant places, different climes,
For this is how a true love...

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An afterlife awaits a star
on having bid its au revoir
in supernova’s days of yore,
with remnant of collapsing core
impressionistic as Renoir.

The cosmos leaves the door ajar
for...

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In the abyss, so black and bleak, 
I’m swarmed with worry, worn and weak.
Peristaltic walls swallow prey:
A bolus in the bowel’s bay,
I am Jonah, humbled...

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Remains of stars adorn the sky
with nebulae aglow on high
in stunning patterns that romance
the wondering stargazer’s glance
or simply senses mystify.

While stellar orbs are born and...

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Its fingerprint of astral trace
singles out sidereal face
amongst the heavenly array
of stellar orbs in star ballet
that dance in metamorphous space.

The light dispersals limn with grace
celestial...

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The little shack on the other side of the hill
Now another monument to death, he knows
But something beckons, something, still
This is the path the warrior...

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One month in May, I journeyed far,
winged through the sky t’wards Eastern star,
to land upon the Charles de Gaulle,
grand port of ile de France’s sprawl,
live...

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There’s a space in this world that harbors light
All the time there is an absence of night
This is sure a beautiful, lovely land
There’s a mist...

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One of these days, when time is free
And I feel the urge come over me
I'll do the things I've always said
I'd do before I end...

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