Time Rondeau Poems

The sonnet's prison, fourteen lines precise,
a gilded cage where emotions entice.
A turn, a shift, the volta's sudden grace,
a whispered secret in a measured space.

The haiku's...

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Mind's a still pond, so dark and deep,
Where ripples spread, while shadows sleep,
And thoughts, like pebbles, softly fall.
Silence holds clamor in its thrall,
When the world...

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Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer


I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer 
when a young woman stopped me, 
and said, “Madame, you are superbe.”
She told me twice, Madame you are...

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Each second dies so brief it stays
among the minutes, hours, and days
of living’s murmuration spell,
in which we mortals have to dwell;
as each moment slowly decays.

Time...

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In misty dawn, where lilac blooms croon,
Weary heart strums a bluesy tune,
To cajole the sun to day-spring,
From its dream-time, and join and sing,
To lift dark's...

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On dreary morns when rain is nigh
I'm weary of the misty sky
when Autumn's season comes to call
and russet leaves begin to fall.
To Summer I whisper,...

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She's a vision in a gilt frame
'fore the weary man he became.
He hears a sweet Spanish guitar.
Slumber takes him to days afar.
Through misty time, he hears his name.

Butterflies...

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The Myrtle sits 
single, lonely
at the crossroads
adorned
with one hundred
cobalt bottles;
waiting.
Evening soon comes
and gentle winds
blow softly
that Aphrodite
sings
her sweet, enticing song.
Weak, evil spirits;
guileless souls,
will, helpless,  
answer,...

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Knocking on doors, people to meet,
house after house, street after street,
keeping going, day after day,
whatever polls or trolls might say,
there's not much time for resting...

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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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How the Nation of Islam saved my granddaughter 
from Catrina Bell queen pin gang leader it was a warm 
day i was suffering from traumatic...

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(Inspired by the painting The Letter by Edward Antoon Portielje)

In candle's gentle, flick'ring light so grand,
Where secrets whispered 'cross the paper's strand,
Two lovers' hearts in...

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The evanescent canvas, colors slowly fade
but fading in the sun, the moon is not afraid.
transient are the footprints etched in sand
with time and tide, meets...

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When doves cry, Nature's tears will flow
and flood the world that we now know.
Eagles will abandon the sky;
only planes will be left to fly.
Super cyclonic...

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The thoughts we think, what is their source 
Emotes rise and fall in a blink
It’s clear that love employs no force
Time is now head and...

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