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Poetry

October 15, 2009

on the shore of the river

on the shore of theĀ  river
and the cool, clear, waters
tumbled down
cascading in hues
of blues and greens.
visions of yesters colliding
with stalwart rocks of truth.
burrowing ceaselessly, gently
at the loam of life.
mighty forces are gathered,
pitched and tossed,
whirling dervish like.
winds howling, spray dancing
across virgin land.
quenching the earth,
flora and fauna blossoming
amidst the skirmish.
on and on relentless in their quest,
they push [...]

Poetry

June 1, 2009

‘Mountain’

Climbing through my soul, wished for you today to be
Near my heart, but you were not there for you to save me.
Steeped aside a ridge, I felt your breath return in my ears
To prove myself worthy a love on terra firma and it’s tears.

Poetry

May 9, 2009

Sea of Life

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Sea of Life
In the shining light of ecstasy with your soul laid bare to see
You’ll raise your hands to touch the sun
And know there will be me

Poetry

I need your words tonight

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I need your words tonight
standing in the shadow
of lifes past nuances
and ambiguities

Poetry

May 8, 2009

The Gift

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The Gift
Something came rumbling down the chimney
There was a hell of a din from the flue
The night was already on fire
We just didn’t know what to do.

Poetry

Poet’s Brain

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Poet’s Brain
contradictory and totally insane
visions of devils and shattering pain
sensibilities and feelings of love
illlusionary ramblings, sweet turtle dove.

Poetry

Lost

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Sometimes all I want to do is write, to let my pain hit paper.
Sometimes all I want to do is cry, and let my tears flood over.

There’s so much hurt and fear inside, jut once I wish I could live, as I have tried.

No more pain,
No more fear, and no more lonely words.

Poetry

May 4, 2009

here again

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here again
the wrong end of the day
the world suddenly slides
into an over-night bag

Poetry

May 3, 2009

Starting at the End…

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As a farewell to the month of April and the horror it contained (!) here’s the tribute to our beloved ML….
For Anna, with apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan…
Now once upon a time there was a nano group who met near here,
They liked to laugh and chat and didn’t get much writing done, I fear.
They set [...]