Tag: Poetry

May 29, 2016 / Micropoetry

May Madness

Desires
Insatiable desires,
Where many a soul have drowned,
Charmed by the hunter’s fires,
As his beast, so tightly bound.
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Grey
With scenes of the grey in life,
The disillusioned riot,
The arbitrary is rife,
As they do feed the disquiet.
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Lavender
Lavender scents do stain,
Reminiscent of you,
With a sense that remains,
Long after you pass through.
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Chance Encounters

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May 15, 2016September 21, 2016 / Poetry

Democracy

Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree,

Democracy dies with the fading sun,

Disenfranchised masses forget their plea.

The roots of our being rot to debris,

And the new spring had but scarcely begun,

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May 15, 2016 / Poetry

Muses in Love

And as clichéd as these muses in love,

The aching sun sighs and lays down it’s light,

And we feast on the fat and swollen dove,

Until all our hope fades into the night.

Arching chords of a music so long lost,

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May 11, 2016November 29, 2016 / Poetry

The Affair

With his breath of stale and cheap tobacco,

And her delicate breath of soured red wine,

Her floor show an affair of cheap Bordeaux,

And his a play of this old man’s decline.

She was courteous as a fine lady,

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May 7, 2016 / Poetry

Birds in Flight

How a bird remembers the mapped travel,

It truly is a marvel of a thing,

We journey, so lost, on the gravel,

If only we could fly under the wing.

For mere men, such an archaic dream,

That no tin creation can replicate,

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May 7, 2016 / Poetry

Nameless

Such deep sadness does not belong to me,

If I ne’er do pen my name to the page,

As I cry ‘neath my shaded paper tree.

All character sans names are absentee,

No feeling or person can lock my cage,

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May 5, 2016 / Poetry

The Art of Youth

Young eyes spy the past in a modern square,
A quest to find and behold beauty,
Vestal Virgins painted white and fair,
An artful hunt becomes my life’s duty.

With the luminosity of the known,
It reminds me of travels north bound,
First flutters with life unsure and alone,
And how many perceptions can be found.

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