Autotelism

~ I Write my own Poetry on plain white paper, the ‘Puter won’t do it for me. With a pencil in hand, and eraser effect, I’m a man from the last Century. And No One will read my Poetry, except for the few friends I have. Not famous, I’m No One; no surprises, you’ll see […] Continue reading

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Eudaimonia

~ The birds all fall in accolades, on mornings in Central Virginia. Colorful chorals that escalade –      pro forma,      concerti,      eudaimonia. On and on, no stoppage the song, way long when morning’s forgotten. All in all, a sound, a funk; melodious risings, to mountains! I might hear Thelonius Monk. […] Continue reading

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if it quacked like a duck

~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading

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We’re Not The Gods

~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom you love – The feelings which comeback be mutual. But we’ll never […] Continue reading

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Once A Great Notion

~ There goes Dear Mary; She walks down our street. Worn out and tired; Weary and beat. She’s searching her soul, Looking down deep; Busy in forethought, The Back thoughts, she keeps. And I wonder what Mary, What Mary now thinks. Once we were young, Just busy young tarts; Mary, the others, and me. Strong […] Continue reading

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    I hate to leave   but have to go       there’s no way   of getting   around it  

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from a distance

the lawn looks lovely lovely and wet a valley bucolic comelier yet everything lovely as further you get as then when much closer you get what you vet ©2015, Marvin Welborn 28 July 2015

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The Flower of Youth

~ There is in this Flower –     The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour –     One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter,     Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter,     An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows     An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading

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Flying Into Fall

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Sometimes I go out, my fly, wide open; most times, I won’t catch it, at all! ~ perhaps, it’s a stretch of old imagination, or hoping, it’s a Freudian Slip – not Fall. ~ But aging is different, by old and tired bodies; raging Young archetypes spring forth and then fall. ~ And a […] Continue reading

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Sacre-Doted Children

…. Once, we were soldiers, Boys of eighteen; Intrepid and stupid, One just sixteen. Some were rock stolid, Caught-up in fraught; In rightness of action, Righteous, we thought. We were the children Of the Great War Our fathers had fought in, So there’d be no more. Dearer to children, O Lord! Give us pause – […] Continue reading

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Do Immortals Suffer Their Losses?

Oh, come now, Virginia, why look so dark? Why not just smile, and be out? The day’s not so long and soon we’ll be gone, in short time, Virginia, no doubt. So what’s that you say? For me, a short stay? For you, it’s been a long while? Well, that may be true, but what […] Continue reading

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The Mirror of Fate

Each time the mirror mirrors his face, the old man inquires his ominous fate – How has this come, from young to undone? How have I come to this time in space? Time has just taken my life away in drips and drab trickles and plopped down in place This Face! This Face! The face […] Continue reading

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O Tempora! O Mores!

How! Thou art strange! One day, sound fabric; Another day, change. Some say by havoc Brought out in fringe – O Tempora! O Mores! Thou art, impinged! What would thee, common, Follow, instead? The dictates of Mammon? Whose body, thy bread? What now dost thou wear? What skin to be current? Again! Thou has changed […] Continue reading

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Tall Tales: Apocalypse Now

~ O Beautiful Morning! Hast thou no warning? An imminent Doom Lies up ahead? Some Trouble is coming, A horrible storming; Blue, white and gold Turning to Red. O Beautiful Morning, Thus much from learning Of danger a-forming, So strangers and others have said. ~ But then, when I looked last, Into a past – […] Continue reading

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