Category Archives: Poetry

Reflections

I am steadfast. Steadfast in my stare. My stare into the wild world. Wild world stares back. Stares back at such a timid soul with contempt. Contempt I can see in the wind and rain lashing. Lashing my glass with … Continue reading

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Distances for lovers

I saw him off in the morning,          And he was riding a seahorse. He spoke to me in a wave,          While it flung itself in circles. Just for a moment I thought,           He could stay. He could be here … Continue reading

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A Cold Night

A cold night. Stars frigid with An air of despair. Luminously teeming, Black sparkling rain Or falling tears. Falling love and falling lives, cold night indeed. In such vast silence, voices still whisper, What may come, THEY are to come, … Continue reading

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The Innocents

d I don’t know the innocents, Steadfast in their ideals. Looking at this world with Certainties of some maker. They speak of him resolutely, The blue birds return, the water Drops rhythmically redolent ‘oer The falls, the sea beats against … Continue reading

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Passive

Incidentally. She says it like this: “INCE-a-DENTal-lee” I took back your coal sweater. You’re welcome.” (Coal? What the fuck color is coal?) “You mean that black one? Cabled? Thanks love” (Incidentally, there is no love. She took that back also.) … Continue reading

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Solitude Reigns

  Solace comes but once a day, Lying upon the back, Venus Neatly bright to your left, Burning the black night white. Stillness but once a morn, Cold fog sits among the dew, Heavy as her breast did hang, Still … Continue reading

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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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