Time Rondeau Redouble Poems

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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In streets adorned with neon lights,
We're sold a dream of grand delights,
But beware, for what glitters gold,
May only serve to leave us cold.

The market's claws...

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My life was dull with hints of gray,
                 No...

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I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad. 
From the...

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On cloud I could write verse for you,
storm surge drifted out of my sight,
placed me under spell of deep blue,
sorrow dragged me into dire plight.

Sadness...

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The night's ebon before sunrise, 
In stillness, the stars lie awake, 
New moon is hidden, black sky sighs, 
Who will terminate this dark ache? 

Crystal...

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I can feel your love in my soul
fueling passion in my heart.
And for the first time, I feel whole,
falling in love right from the start.

Now...

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I bought some vintage unused buttons that had clearly sat in a sewing box for someone's lifetime and will probably do the same in mine,...

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I feel spring's promise everywhere!
The sky presents a clear, blue show
which winter knows it will impair-
as long as it delivers snow.

Yet, it has time to...

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Do I exist without shadow
Am I anything without light
He talks of my decadent glow 
Should I step out into the night

Frozen with knowledge and foresight...

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 At end of days, it is too late
To set our heart with bliss ablaze
Death looms, we feel life force abate
What’s the use now, to...

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From the top of my lungs I yearn to yell
To scream from the depths of my very core
You’ll hear my bellow all the way in...

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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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Were I so inclined, I could scoff and say:
“The times are worse than they once were,”
But, I submit today is a repeat of yesterday
To many,...

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

Along the...

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