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? Thin wisps, like smoke, that fly from the fire, a mist late at night, broken down, but higher, flies past the face of a moon I desire. ? Deep in this night two bodies aspire – Venus and Luna, in search for…
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The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ ? It’s odd what we say what we’re…
~ A young mother walking where young mothers go, she passes me by, my two dogs in tow. While talking to someone by cellular phone, a wide wake awakens the space from her home. She doesn’t go far before hears the cry, a young tot at window is wailing Goodbye. […] Continue reading
…. Okay, I submit I sustain myself. My Passion At Youth Once a High. And now, On track, In the last laps of life I find all of That Left behind. # But, The Mind Is still here! But I swear, Doesn’t care. It […] Continue reading
~ This is a tale that seldom gets told, brought here but once, before it’s grown old. A day after Christmas was God-awful cold; one foot of old snow was icy and cold. In brazen positions, reluctant to go, a marginal army of bold ice and snow. The day bright and sunny, […] Continue reading
~ I march with my dogs, By leash on the street. I bid a good morning To each one I meet. The people, that is, When then they will speak: “There goes Lord Belleview; Who’s kept on a leash.” The Lord of the Belleview! That’s my claim to fame. For those who don’t […] Continue reading
…. Day Lilies bloom in Central Virginia Overnight round the sixth day each June. ~ So sudden their sight As that seen at night When Fireflies compete with the moon. ~ Essential […] Continue reading
~ So long there good neighbor, My once would-be friend. I’ll never see neighbor again. As age-out advances It changes the chances That neighbors can ever be friends. Gone is the good day Where friendships will stay Forever on ever on […] Continue reading
when winter steps in the air becomes thin sunshine creeps into the forest ~ the blackbirds will come they have it their run no one there now will dare protest ~ life has all gone! it followed the sun none in the wake but what dearest ~ the blackbirds don’t care as strangers […] Continue reading
~ A shadow shows A shaky figure; A bird above Impedes the flight Of light That flows In rays below, And falls about Upon us there, My dog and I, With […] Continue reading
Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ I’m just the poet; A real simple man. ? Humble disquiet Pours forth from my hand. ? ~ None there dare read me; Nor me, understand. ? I’m just the poet, With words in…
~ Here’s to the Day! (the only Day) The few, if at all any, will have. Old men wear school caps, aside from their naps, Remember the Nothing that might’ve been Something – Making Hay is just Memory Salve. ~ This One’s for […] Continue reading
~ When Cronos Dethroned His Father from seat, He sat at The same spot The Pater had sat. Ouranos, in turn, Reverted to speech: “Look what you’ve done, My favorite son. The breach you entreat Shall only repeat. Bewrought in all wrong, […] Continue reading
Just The Poet I’m just the poet; A real simple man. Humble disquiet Pours forth, From hand. None there Dare read me; Nor me, Understand. I’m just a poet, With words In my pen. No one Reads poetry! Lest, the poet Be dead. Somewhere, Someone, Sometime had said. Well… This one’s A short one. Not […] Continue reading
Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ Here is a story familiar, but old, Eternal Recurrence grown cold gets retold. This story begins at the end of a war, the war we would win, before would be more. As…
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