Summer Magic

~ Those deep May days, someone will say, somewhere in Central Virginia:      It’s the end of the month, where people will jump –      Winter is gone from Virginia. And boys wearing flip-flops watch girls in their gym shorts take out their pups for short walks, from porches. And from such enclosures, […] 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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Shards of Gray Glass

~ Each piece, a poem; the leaf of a tree – The common connection, poetry. Caedmon began his in England; where no one at such time should know him. O Sappho, of Lesbos, what be thy fame? Shards of gray glass antiquity claims? Ideas hold fast; when all comes to pass, nothing holds past, all […] 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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Farewell to all that

~ Farewell to the ocean, the notion of fun; warm days and sun rays, California sun. Goodbye to the patrons who wished for us well; Farewell to the chevron, two years of hell. Comes now the moment, we knew that it would, lying once latent, it shows when it should. Adios, mis amigos; adieu, everyone. […] Continue reading

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Malefaction

…. And now,     I am done! I’m way past my Prime. Whatever was,     happened –     All now lost thru Time. All that which was given,     striven, made mine – Time hath re-taken. Time takes its Time. Time,     Great Time – Is this thy design? For […] Continue reading

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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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Episodical

…. The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! While two Robins fight for the very same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, he’s taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel lives all alone, She Lives off a trust, a family capstone. She hires the young […] Continue reading

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The Safe Distance Silence

~ A silence abounds,  when we make our rounds, my two dogs and I on our walks.   There are houses with spouses, singles, and what-nots. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, nor talk.   This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sounds of a safe distance silence.   Some cut-level looks, non-verbal […] Continue reading

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The Heart of the Beast

~ There’s just so much non-sense a soul can endure, From trivial minded, decided, obdure. I met one, one time, demeaning for sure, The current machine as debase and impure. Oh sure, they still do it, again and again; Forever and ever, and on to no end. Things just get bad for whoever is in. […] Continue reading

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The Long Conversation

~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading

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In the Conceit of a Poem

~ By its shapes, how it smells, and by looking to tell all the whats, wheres and whens to the senses, a poet survives by bringing alive all those thats, theres and thens to the pensées. And all, by deceit! Word-verbiage feat! Ah well. What the hell. What’s the metaphor for, but conceit. And you […] Continue reading

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The Impermanence of Chaos

~ I am so happy, safe and content; a self-made man, I am provident. Long on my laurels, I’m short in the gains; where fate shares the fortune, I’ll take all the blame. Though now I am here, I’ve been somewhere else; on every occasion, I’m not the same self. A self-made man, but I […] Continue reading

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In Still Life

~ William H. Bonney had nowhere to go, But history, written in pages. So, memory serves the moment to show What’s hot at the moment, some moments ago. But nobody knows who must be chosen, When someone must stay in history, frozen. Strange be the phases of changes by stages, Where memory stays and no […] Continue reading

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The Age of Experience

~ And Sixty-Seven ended much different, and different it was from the decade before. The Fifties were nifty, but sad and a bore; the Sixties had plenty of hope held in store. One decade long is not a long span, compared to the world, a flash for the Man. The Age of Experience – You […] Continue reading

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