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Rhythmic Perfection (Anapestic Trimeter)

There's a river that twists in the mind
that I plunder and ravish with sieves,
on crusades to the summit of rhyme
where my Phoenix of tropes and schemes live.

In a war to free diction's fair Queen
where the Soldiers of Babel bemuse
and the modern day graceless regimes
are in battles to stifle my muse!

In my quest for her verse of prestige
I have traveled a nexus of words
with this Lexis of language on siege;
where the dissonant hum drum is heard!

Oh, the poise of my bayonet firm
as I pin down my thoughts in a rush!
Oh, the will of the language it squirms
as her essence of glory I brush!

She's the Queen Muse that whispers within
as she watches me battle with style,
she supplies me the yarn that I spin
as she lends me her rhythm awhile.

It's the moment her Highness is freed
that the Armies of Dissonance fall
and the sound of Perfection can bleed
in those lyrical sounds that enthrall!

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Mistress of the Sun (Revised )

There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.

Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare, their paths aligned
Diluting Earth in passion’s haze
Her soul absorbed, her love entwined.

From out within that Eastern sky
a flirting warrior touched her face
and lured a blush from maiden shy,
a russet moon with fawning grace.
She paused a moment, heart undone
to drink the charm of Master Sun.

The twilight never warmed as much
as naked fire in hungry eyes
while basking in his ardent touch;
each new facet a sweet surprise;
the way his light made her fall blind
the way his warmth stayed on her mind.

But Ah! The game, the Missing Game
brief moments claimed while on the run
her duty calls, his life’s campaign
enlists the Mistress of the Sun.

His light reflected dusk to dawn
her own desire she could not find.
In each eclipse, his shield was drawn
so quick to hide, leave her behind.

His meager offerings of light
so often waxed and waned again,
and yet her thinning heart held tight
to fairy tales of princely men.
A damning war of heart begun
to love or hate her Master Sun.
.
She gave so much, he never took
and took so much she never gave,
his victor’s eyes too oft forsook
the feelings that she longed to save.
A failure’s guilt, a bitter rind,
a gray, bald husk o’er heartsick mind

A farewell kiss from parting lips
his tantric palms on prizes won.
From wells of eventide he sips
then leaves the Mistress of the Sun.

A mistress of the light no more
‘twas not her place in day to shine
in spite she takes what he affords
to taunt him with what he’d declined.

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Iambics

I am enticed by the iambics felt
in tides between my heart, your tongue;
I know dark orchids hem your stilted voice  
and yet your kiss unfolds me lip by lip.
Each line you've breathed has been exhumed before
by a more faithful heartbeat than your own.
Am I in love with practiced whispers pulled
from mouths of dead romantics, rhythm cursed?

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Passageways

My eyes fell closed and lashes fluttered
Over creaseless cheeks and smiling lips
And then Time’s carousel had stuttered
And anxiousness had tightened its firm grip
As what once was became all new
The rules of youth so sudden turned
The pleasant, carelessness I knew
Became a muddled pile of lessons learned

And everything bore consequence
And my mistakes became my errs
And choices led to long suspense
While aged societies conferred
And weighed my words my worth by faults
Deciding if I might deserve a place
To be accepted, or to be locked in vaults
Of loneliness, shame and disgrace…

And though I merely blinked I know
That I cannot go back through passageways
Although I will not dream of letting go
of innocence and childhood days.

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O Liar's Moon

O, harsh black sea
I thought about...




                 The distance to the moon...




And how the Band-Aid boats might float
over celestial moats between


                 What is lived 

                                and what is dreamed


Concealing jagged edges 
of chemical-induced stitches
that hold the guts of hope
within the starry-eyed seams

O, liars moon
Stain not my eyes with starry runes, 
don't promise me elusive bliss

Instead I beg of you 
O, harsh black sea

                sink me in your dark abyss

                and drown me in 

                my dreamer’s wounds.

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Show Us Your Pretty Face

The snowdrifts gone from winter long
except for shadowed edges traced
The snow! The snow! The cold be gone!
Show us your pretty face...

Oh, fear not heady breaths of frost,
the icey teeth from sill displaced
the glare of arctic bite is lost
Show us your pretty face...

Oh, come my lovely dreamer shake
from 'neath the sleepy veils of lace
Oh, raise your crown; from slumber wake
Show us your pretty face...

I wonder is your smile on lips 
of lavender and sun-sweet grace
and are your eyes like saffron tips
Show us your pretty face...

Oh, for the face of Spring I long
the crocus nestled in her place
Oh, beckoner of robin's song
show us your pretty face...

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Advice To My Sons

Have confidence that you can be
the best in all you’ll do, my son.
Don’t go out thinking mediocrity
or that’s what you’ll become.

And don’t assume your work is done.
and don’t assume you have it made;
there’s always someone climbing rungs
who can make a better grade.

And never dare an idle hand,
and never chance an idle mind;
change you need to understand
or you will be left far behind.

Don’t break the rules until you’ve followed,
don’t make up rules you can’t abide;
never think your skills are hallowed
and don’t reject advice for pride.

Don’t toe a line you cannot see,
don’t push unless you can be shoved;
don’t cower from adversity
just wrap yourself in an armor of love.

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The Way Home

For forty weeks I kneaded a promise,
introducing myself
to an enigmatic stranger
that resided within
stretching boundaries
until he overflowed into my soul.

While his lungs searched the air
for breaths of inspiration
my hands, for the first time,
reached for a warmth 
greater than faith or flesh
without hesistation
and without the familiar fear
of rejection.

I’d never before expected so much
from someone so small
or trusted myself so much
to have the courage 
to die a little, bury one child
to nurture another
but I did.

Fifteen years 
of rough waters and sea monsters
and my tides still rise and fall 
by the ebb and flood 
of his negotiating moons;
sometimes I feel 
as if I’ll be washed away
while garnishing his heart and mind
with vigilant shepherds

but I shine on, 
sewing bright buoys to sea foam  
so that when someday my lamp has been doused
my son will still know his way home.

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Balance On the Vortex

Upon the nuclear metropolis, 
the very navel of the soul;
there lies the balance between what exists
outside the axis of control.

An understanding that transcends
between the virtues and the flaws
combined, condensed at either end 
with all the weight that each have wrought

A pivot between Time and Change
on coiled point beneath the plane 
where Chance and Choice are both arranged
and mingled products are contained.

The vortex draws a Life in steady grade
with every trial and result.
The constant whorl becomes crusade
and when it's balanced naught can halt.

The plane may teeter, it may shift
and alter rhythmic atmospheres 
and life might stall upon the pith
or race the corkscrew track of years. 

And in the helix of maturity
once equilibrium has been engaged 
the spiral spin up through eternity
can not be ceased by fragile age.

With poise maintained when crisis knocks
and accord within every spiral breath;
a balance is redeemed when scales might rock
between the points of Life and Death.

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Wine From Roses

I search within these grains of sand
    Sifting slowly through my hands
       Seeking that one special key 
          to unlock the tomb of memories
       

All the footprints washed away by tides
    but once upon a time still lives inside
        Calling back the endless pleasures
           Waking thoughts of bygone treasures

I still wring wine from dried out roses
    and sculpt hard rock in limber poses
        I can still find sugar in the ocean salt
            when time rewinds and my mind comes to halt.

For once a dream I dreamed came true
   I walked along these shores with you
      The love we shared still whispers on the sea
          this sea of endless memories.