Lost Sestina Poems

Those practicing Tantra urge us to celebrate,
albeit in an aspect of childlike trust and surrender,
whilst Buddhists lay emphasis on emptiness,
essentially negating play of aversion and...

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Anything of substance now silent,
no nuance in bony dialect;
Floundering in a devoid ocean 
we are starving for fluid language;
Razor thin cuts painful and shallow 
banal...

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God the Father sent His Son, through whom we are forgiven.
Yet man, preferring darkness chose
To shun the light and from His glory driven.
Oh the crimson...

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In the depths of his mind, a guy in enigma
Wandered through the haze of his own confusion
He had lost his way, and could not find...

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Beneath moon shadows.
Elwood's room looks like an owl's moon.
Owl's nest has curled around the clock, knotted lost tick tock.
Trick or treat is catching up with...

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Fox Hunting

She turns tail to snake through the dust,
parting orderly heads of corn,
breathing heat and eating dark
On her way to escape—she hopes—
from the fox chasing...

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Some say 
 the experiences and encounters along life's paths and ways,
 it's the journey that we're on,
 the sibling rivalry, the parental guides in...

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We always eulogize a child on his birth   
We also eulogize a person on his death     
On both occasions...

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I walk in the darkness of moon’s shadow
Neath the dark stars of night’s sky
A path traveled mostly by day
Now traversed by the black of night
Each...

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Can you see me or not, for I am Lost
I only feel salt and quick burning sting
Can you follow me into the ocean
I know you...

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Long ago, before she was ever hunted by the beast,
She had only drank from the cool river of freedom.
One fateful day it happened; she was...

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A girl whose beauty springs from her heart-,
her image in the album of my mind-
is like a golden waxing moon
exhaling torrent of light into a...

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The Mystery Of Love
I haven't wrote a poem
since the day he left 
My words don't sound the same anymore ,
but still I write,
there's no reason...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen...

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Little girl, you who plays princess with the glittery hat perched on your head,
The ribbons cascading down from its tip, tears from your heavenly eyes,
The...

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