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Author: uncorkedwords

Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry

Land

No drops of rain,

A dying dam,

Water, my bane.

A dying lamb,

A dying land,

But oh, so grand.

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Posted on February 7, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Midnight

The moon winks an idle eye,

Hinting it is time for slumber.

The boldness, I laugh, I defy,

To the liquor cabinet I lumber.

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Carnival

A hexagon of fun,

He stands solitary,

Twisted, earning someone,

By offering cherries.

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The Archer

Perched on it’s black claws,

On an arrow to fledge,

A raven on the edge,

As the archer withdraws.

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The Empress

The fury of the tempest,

Determines the energy,

Of the sword of the empress,

Swung at her own effigy.

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Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Duty

Flowers wilt vainly in a blue vase,

Saving but a languished beauty.

Petals fall slowly to the base,

You whisper, Death is a duty.

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Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Poetry

Experimental Journey I (The Scarecrow)

A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes,
In all the gloom devours unforeseen louse,
All clocks and time dissolve to winds of plumes.

Poor child alone with mind ever more in tombs,
An umbrella for leg and no school house,
A figure masked by cloth and camphor fumes.

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Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

For David II

The long crease between your full brows,

Your thin cracked lips,  plumped with words and tales

Please, tell a story, if time allows,

Your face, to Troy, I would always sail.

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Posted on February 5, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Abridged

At the white coffeehouse,

That perfume! Oh, what days!

For her memories rouse,

Knowing youth, and it’s ways.

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Full poem: http://www.uncorkedwords.net/uncategorized/poetry/the-perfume-of-coffee/

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Posted on February 4, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry

Sea

Drowning in the royal port,

Lungs filled with sea and salt.

Shells with whom to consort,

Profound burial vault.

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