Category: Poems
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Rose Am I
Rose am I,sought by lovers, friends, and man.Snipped from the bush to send elsewhere.Thorns clipped, leaves trimmed,dozens of me trimmed to perfection are a sought out gift. Wrap me in tissue, place a bow on me.Place me in a box and send me express mail.Somewhere on my stem did you leave a single thorn;A reminder…
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River
Composed at Rothesay on the JamesPart IOn this fine day the sky turns red blue purple stripesReflecting across the James—The day is ending leaving this year a swirling setting sun.Steady streams the river it’s glassy sunset ending in the James.Tiny bits of ice floating in the current leaving this year behind.Reflecting across the James—Yellow blue…
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Sonnet 2
Clichéd Love I cannot write a sonnet to express my thought I will not be a crazy fool by writing fancy prose. Do not ask my intellect to be poked and fought, To show my willing heart I can onĺy salvos. But can an outcry prove the ardor of my love? It is too…
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Longing
Bride Longs for Her Groom-Part 1 Sing to your bride of Your deep love. Descend to her like the grace of the dove. Will You whisper the dreams You have for her. Plans to make her future much richer? Speak to her of the life she can live. Tell her of the great love You…
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Ellen
The new year ticking near, I listen from my bedroom. Below is waltzing in the large parlor. Swirling dresses, elegant dancing, many guests dispersing in chatter. I am as shy as a new born foal, shaming the honor of my kin. As heir and eldest, my role romancing, mingling with Dr. and Mrs., Sir and…
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Collection of Short Poems
These poems are written as an attempt to describe the pain and despair caused by migraines. Constant Caller Weeping fills my days, Pain a constant caller, The voices of my wailing echo in my ears. My dry eyes lie about my soul. My soul longs for place far away, far away from here. A place…
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Reflection
Reflecting on The Labe I hear the blowing wind, quacking, croaking ducks tweeting, twittering birds. When first I looked upon this water, it was new; I’d never knew I’d be here. Now two years have past since first I saw it. Here I sit, Reflecting on The Labe I have know joy. I have know…
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Before Apple Picking
My kitchen table standing on the ground covered with hardwood floor. Pouring rain came down from the sky pounding on my door. I wanted to go apple picking but the rain had stopped my plans. I fell asleep sitting at my table wishing for the essence of the winter fruit, on my hands and in…