Memory Sestina Poems

Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery,
While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea.
"Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie,
But AI...

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In the silent solace of the shimmering night,
Where moonbeams dance and stars ignite,
I sit solitary, amid memories' might,
A time to reflect, in the pale moonlight.

Regrets,...

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It was just a random picture
 captured by the eye of a camera,
some poor rendition
 of time and space in transition
and all the while within...

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Bird watchers say
 there are birds that return in spring to play
build a nest, raise their young
 but as seasons change there are always some
who...

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Is there room to care for the penultimate?
Can't decide if the space can satisfy two collard greens.  
One oblivious cabbage... one who has desperately...

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Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled 
As she gently peeled the heirloom 
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive 
And...

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 MY SECRET RIVER
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Its source some distance from its end, highlands.
A little trickle meanders a mile.
Pure, full of many forms of life, no fish!
Now babbles...

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Lost love where lust begins to rise 
Relationships build on betrayals honesty
Grown in the mushroom dark         ...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the...

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In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess :...

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Sometimes it all feels like a dream.
A dream full of love,
Full of life,
And full of happiness.
It is as though I am surrounded by flowers;
Yet, every...

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Smile in your sleep 
	

A midnight temptation is in the midst of the stars.
Brightness feeds and eventually consumes the eclipse.
Individuals described as both boy, and...

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Drought cooks a garden; 
foliage’s veins and arteries burn.
One wonders if rain will return; 
the ground, an abstract of cracks.
Baked by the sunlight, 
plants retreat;...

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In endless quest we sought seclusions peace                  ...

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Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower
Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest
Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost,...

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