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Conversation in a Bar

Conversation in a Bar

Words disjointed and drifting in the gloom laughter muffling nearby to where we are while at a tilting table in the bar our anemic…
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Kiss

Kiss

On the other side of the hill I found the Queen Anne’s Lace as it swayed in the dying wind
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Door

Door

Atheism is the door to the religious heart in all its unknown majesty, this surprising result defies the synagogue, the steepled church the…
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Leaf

Leaf

A brown leaf scraped at the window pane just when I had thought I had lost enough to cry.
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Battlefield

Battlefield

There is an island in my breast, all snowy with whiteness, frosted in tons of billowy coldness of pain, and hurt of a cold wind blowing at…
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Muse is the Antidote

Muse is the Antidote

My poetic muse has always been an alter-ego, chastising me for being too much in my head, too cerebral. Looking back over the years I can…
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Red, Red Rose

Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose A red, red rose is she All day long beneath the willow boughs She suavely swings my baby
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You’re the One

You’re the One

I do not know, I do not know Which way the wind is going to blow It may blow West — but I know this You’re the one I want to kiss
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Willow Love

Willow Love

If I hold to the soft light and you to the sad what makes it such a wrong ‘right’ that we should be glad
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Potency

Potency

I am the wind.  I am less than the wind. I am a tree. I am greater. I am an ant with strong ant arms. I am a weak flower, a little violet…
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What is Outdoor Poetry?

What is Outdoor Poetry?

Outdoor poetry is meant to be an expression of the natural singing spirit. Our bodies desire to burst into spring and worship the world…
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Moon

Moon

I know now, know now, the final swish that moves my life so slowly — oh so slowly on its way. Is a swish, a swish of the secret silver…
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Preparations

Preparations

That day when spring is come and birds blow song
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Resurrection (an Easter poem)

Resurrection (an Easter poem)

The first Sunday after the first full moon after the first equinox of the year, rise early and lean outside in the spiced air, listen to…
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