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 Follow the lines, Follow the curves, the hills, the valleys. Follow closely with the eyes, Take note of every nuance, every contour along t... [read more] |
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The taste of your lips sting me, where it once invigorated me. That sweetness, I thought to be love, has turned sour, spoiling the hint of l... [read more] |
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In the early morning, the scents of nature flaring my nostrils, filling my lungs, I saw an image... Not quite sure what, but I swore it... [read more] |
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"This is love" the wind whispers, as it passes through the window, and waves through the curtains. "This is love" so says the wind, in the... [read more] |
 Dimly lit lounge on the ship attempting to leave Helsinki a bit of reindeer in my tummy and some beer in my liver Ship... [read more] |
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When muses don’t call and vision clogs up the poet is stopped up in escalating despair of delusion and anguish ... [read more] |
 I’ve often thought that goodness whispers her wisdom softly… and we must be quiet to hear her words…. while evil has to shout above i... [read more] |
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For years I had three wise monkeys seated on the table where I write. They would greet me every morning when I first turned on the li... [read more] |
 Bonnet in Spring In fields where flowers bloom and grow, A bonnet tied with a bow, Shades her face in sunlight’s glow, Soft wi... [read more] |
 There was a young man named Tom Who happened to work on a farm Had a huge crush on Claire Who also worked there Tom thought Claire was da bo... [read more] |
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There once was a man named Max Who was confronted by some troublesome facts In bed with wife Shirley He came much too early She'd cry 'Max!... [read more] |
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Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby, Blankets of white beneath twilight sky, Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh... [read more] |
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There are those who say that love is invisible… that it’s a feeling we cannot see… and although I am no expert… forgive me if I... [read more] |
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Love comes in a myriad of shapes and sizes in countless forms both large and small… that I could’t possibly in one poem… communicate... [read more] |
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Weapons forged, in silence they gleam, Promises of protection, a warrior's dream. Yet in their cold embrace, we... [read more] |