Lost Rubaiyat Poems

ensouling form shaped from earth’s crust
the entity fuelled fires of lust
day by day deepened delusion
lost in dungeons of deeds unjust...

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Quote By Poet "Money like honey is sweet to taste but money can sting you."

If money was the way
we would be happy everyday
then why are...

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The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.
Joseph Campbell

A calm, unpretentious, breathtaking connection,
A hypnotic glimpse of Zen-alike delightful flection.
Spirit healing...

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This will be the fortuitous night
When her restless spirit fully takes flight
In all four winds that fail to slow
Under the waning reflective moonlight.

They met under...

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I'm begging you to change your mind,
I am not just a useless rind
To be tossed once goodness is gone!
Why are you leaving me behind?

We entered...

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It seems that time...is calling out my name
As raindrops beat ..upon the windowpanes
While scanning through the pages...of my life
In a book...where empty pages...still remain

What, I...

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Together forever, at cost
It is time I knew why all’s lost
As one we were, so calm, so gay
Then destroyed, our loyalty tossed   ...

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setting sun and that glass of wine,
a haunting song, a place to dine,
my heart searches for days now lost,
those lips and eyes that once were...

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The cold damp day seemed so awry
as rain was falling from the sky;
the thoughts within his mind distraught
with memories of times gone by.

His hopeful dreams...

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 Draped in the darkness of the night
In a weather so dull and blight
Sad thoughts like a deadly shooter
Come out to bombard her outright

Shaking off...

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"To be a writer remote and alone is to 
enter a portal into another realm."

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On the train that I rode today, 
into town I was on my way. 
You never know what you will see, 
out the window were...

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The seeker of a rapid rise
By such desire, self-blocks surprise 
Thoughts separating soul from source
As each impulse, mind does apprise

Love cannot be secured by force
Certainly...

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Have known many kinds of love and deep grief,
love has drifted away a withered leaf;
and my sad tears could fill the oceans blue,
death has...

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I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've...

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