Category Archives: Poetry

I AM living two lives

I AM living two lives. I love the one and loathe The other, weeping. I am living two lives, For when the moon rises He leaves the sun sleeping, And rises to cast himself, Upon the dark waves, Traveling as … Continue reading

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Death Enlightened

There are many ways to die I think, Ways in secret we know well, From stories in the meed-dee-uh, And other places that we dwell, From little creatures upon our shoulder, Whispering their twisted lies, Beauty in the eye beholder, … Continue reading

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Little perfect Webs

I watched a spider fat, Turn round and back again, She seemed to float on that, Which eye could not depend, The evening gloom her cover, As on and on she toiled, Her web and mine another, Of love we … Continue reading

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Upon a Dreamy Snow

Driving home one evening, snow colored pink with dusk, My boy from backseat calls, what’s that dad, a cat! And stopping to the side we spy together that, for Which he wondered, a feline proud, had also stopped for us, … Continue reading

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Great Naked Moon (Edited)

She rises, loosely cloaked in a silent silver peignoir, As bold stars bright, shrink with lustful admiration, Silently lusting naked curves which wake nocturnal choir, Faintly at first, then swelling loud in harmonious new elation, All heaven bathes within this … Continue reading

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Two Moons in Flight

The moon rises in her fullness and floats the soft, New blue of evening sky taking first bright breaths, In blush of first love, in hope of evening growing, Rich with promises not yet made, light and knowing, She rises … Continue reading

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White

The white clouds sailed by, Fast ghosts racing On the dark blue ocean, While we lay still below, The willows bent low, Uninterested in our coupling, Whispering instead of fireflies, I sang a verse of After Midnight. You reached down … Continue reading

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