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An Ounce Of Vanity
Better to have an ounce of vanity for flights of brevityBecause a pound or more leaves one empty at the coreThe highest form it is said lies in celebrityThe vacuous pursuit of fame an oddityThe significant are rarely famousUnheralded accomplishments shame usThat prolonged take For your own sakeThe multitude of visitsThe self joy it elicitsApplauding…
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If Words Be A Door
If words be a door to the mind, read on. Shower my conscience, conscious immersing, The innocence may surface and drift by. That phrase again, it has a common call. A whisper is far more than whistling noise That seize upon a palate of hunger, Breathing a kiss consuming a savor. A refreshment now as…
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Country Law
In the country it’s said there’s a lawLonely men seed sheep then withdrawAsk old farmers not youthTo give you the truthThey deny it replying with “Nah”
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Be ˈlumən
Be ˈlumən and I thread Give me ˈlumən to thread The blossom press swelling Blooms haltingly Like an offering Rope gently extending further And grasped like salvation Taken now pulled frantically Two filaments as blind couples meeting Fingers entwined disappearing depth That beckoning tunnel of light seemingly out of reach craving the impending flood…
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Sweet Volume of Ages
Sweet volume of ages none will ever Stream of abundance moments to measure Dripping sky drops more than flower my breath Our time is a deluge an ocean depth Nest hallowed I cradle and lift to gain If that I could sift all joy rinsing pain Arms pass gently an unending notion Of a circular…
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Treasure
There’s a treasure A collection of moments there. Precious metals forged Emeralds, diamonds, sapphires Jewelry etched with inscription Held in a most delicate case The smooth lid hinges bolted A most presentable exterior Cache heavy and when shaken Music rustling inside With room for an orchestra Guarded like Pandora Amongst the bounty a dagger lies…
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Ode To Nick Berg
Sand plugged in his ears and rubbed in his eyesGuilty of hope born to idealize To wander off the path of the chosenYour fate it seemed already in motion For dad a son always a little boyWatching him grow inescapable joy Nick finding places and making his wayIn risky enterprises some would say You’re going…
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Chill & Frost
Chill and frost threaten Tender fronds in suspension Will the thaw save them?
