The Moon
...Late evening.
I have put aside a book
and prefer to wander
the freedom of a darkened room,
drift through a window
into a framed sky
where a bright moon writes
itself across the pages
of pa...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, moon,
Form: Free verse
City Life Bleeds On
...The mentally ill have given up on us.
Let loose they roam
where once naked cowboys sang.
It is the drugs
it is the broken system
it is the anger of strangers
it rises like a concrete weed in ...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Do You Love Yourself In God's Will - New Revisions
...Do You Love Yourself in God’s Will?
Do you think you love your soul as much as I do?
You should honor this fact: You’re a part of God’s will
for my life, and your dregs a...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, love,
Form: Rhyme
Zephyrs of Fall
...brisk wafts
ricochet off
a shimmering
blue lake
__ __
______
______
silent joy
saturates
fall day
floating
above (below)
within (without)
orange echoes
echoes of ordnance
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Categories:
sleepwalks, autumn, dark, nature, october,
Form: Free verse
My Best Wishes
...I wish I loved the sufferer,
I wish I loved the pioneer,
I wish I loved the real lover,
I wish I loved the human mind qonquerer.
I wish I loved the human race,
I wish I loved their silly face,
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Categories:
sleepwalks, dedication, desire, devotion, dream,
Form: Classicism
In Its Essence
...As time sleepwalks past death,
life lurks inside your head....
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Categories:
sleepwalks, write,
Form: Verse
On Being a Ghost
...Tell me you’re content.
The poet is what you want?
(The poet is what you get.)
Death’s demise is no surprise
for life’s disguise.
Cease the words!
Cease the pain!
Don’t remind the compos...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, art, confusion, life, on
Form: Free verse
Swansong
...“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.”
“Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour?”
“No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.”
“He’s heading for the open study door
His ambulant s...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, death, imagination, lovelife, old,
Form: Sonnet
Terry Town
...At midnight,
The scarecrow
Sleepwalks and leaves
His mark upon every grave
Giant footprints abound,
In a quiet sleepy place
Called Terry Town...
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Categories:
sleepwalks, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Free verse