Metamorphosis
waterfall
falling rain
rainbow bridge
bridge of sighs
sighs of wind
windy night
nightingale.
butterfly
flying fish
fisherman
man of war
war and peace
peaceful day
daydreamer.
pyramid
midnight sun
sun power
power line
line of fire
fireworks
works of art.
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Come to Me
Come to me...
On a springtime morn,
Bring the world anew,
With white flowers borne.
Wander sky so blue,
I'll sing to thee,
Come, come, come...
Come to me.
Come to me...
On a summer's day,
Silver'd sky so high,
With love songs to play.
Wave your clouds goodbye,
I'll dance for thee,
Come, come, come...
Come to me.
Come to me...
On an autumn's eve,
Gather up our hearts,
Bounty that we leave.
Setting Sun departs,
I'll harvest thee,
Come come come...
Come to me.
Come to me...
On a winter's night,
Love shall make our bed,
Pleasure and delight.
Treasures that we said,
I'll cherish thee,
Come, come, come...
Come to me.
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The FoxCat
In a meadow in a forest,
The tawny FoxCat slept,
And in her deep imagination,
Over life she leapt.
When in her deepest downy dreams,
A mighty Lion came,
He gave a roar,
But nothing more,
(Which woke her just the same.)
"I'm really quite content" she spoke,
"Here In my tiny wood,"
Though FoxCat knew a deeper dell,
Would certainly do her good.
She thought of friends,
Unfinished ends,
Of all the things she'd miss,
Full knowing all would be forgot,
With her Lion's kiss.
"Oh will it take a dozen dreams
To reach my Lion's den?"
"Or dare I stroke his handsome mane
Oh, what will happen then?"
This really quite bewildered her,
Like a puzzle in a box,
"Could", she mused,
"Oh, should I choose,
The Cat before the Fox?"
But Fox was ready to gavotte,
The dance she pined to hear,
Whilst Cat was comfy curled up,
All dozy in her chair.
Yet out she ventured from her wood,
Went FoxCat of two minds,
But was it Cat, or was it Fox,
Who interpreted the signs?
She hadn't travelled wide nor far,
Before she'd lost her way,
"Oh, I shall find my Lion love
On some another day"
Yes, dreams do continue on,
(This story is like that,)
For Foxes are a wild thing,
And not a domestic cat!
(Then she curled up in her chair for her afternoon nap.)
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Doubtless
Doubt the Sun before your eyes,
Doubt the Stars above,
Doubt the Earth beneath your feet,
But never doubt my Love.
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If I was a Ball
If I was a ball,
I'd roll over to you,
And you would bend down
and pick me up.
Then we would play
Wonderful games together,
Just the two of us.
Until the day came,
When you stopped playing,
And I was left behind,
Forgotten.
All grown up,
You wouldn't remember me,
Or all the unforgettable fun,
We had together.
But, I am not a ball.
I am only a poem,
About a ball.
And things forever lost.
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Away Beyond Love
All our stars have fallen,
Leaving empty skies,
Desperate dreams are calling,
Darkness gathers over you and I...
Don't ask why.
Oh where's the use in trying?
We can't change the rules,
Sometimes you win,
Sometimes you lose,
Sometimes you choose,
Between the two,
An still you can't decide...
Don't ask why.
All the lies below us,
All the truth above,
All floating away,
Away beyond love.
This is the way,
Love has to go,
Never to see,
Never to know.
All our stars have fallen,
Leaving us at dawn,
Feel the world turning,
Time is moving on and on and on...
Pain is gone.
All the time behind us,
All the words above,
All floating away,
Away beyond love.
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There are Horses They Say
There are horses they say...
That wish they ran,
With a mane so gold
As her flaxen hair,
Finger-combed
Shimmering on sunbeams.
There are Queens they say...
That dreamed they ruled
From a visage so fine
As her noble brow,
Calmly cool
Pondering brief eternities.
There are Stars they say...
That never shined
By a light so bright
As her celestial eye,
Mirrored soul
Illuminating my dreams.
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The Age of Poetry
This poem twill not take a page,
Penned her bearded poet sage,
Though present you are caught in cage,
Of velvet bars too fine to gauge,
We needn't rave nor rant nor rage,
But harken to my wiser age,
Who guides our progress on the stage,
Whereas our hearts dream to wage,
Creative scenes of soft rampage,
As our soufull works outrage,
When the world our Art engage!
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The Wind That Brings My Love
O gentle kiss upon my cheek
Bright breeze that mess my hair,
Are you this softly southern wind
The wind that brings my love?
Now hear your oft belovéd voice
Wind whispered to my ear,
Are you the magic poesy word
The word that brings my love?
Come wake bright light of hopefulness!
Chase way long night of dreams,
Are you this long awaited day
The day that brings my love?
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That was Then, This is Now
I.
A child stops,
To ask me why,
Though life is long,
Must all things die?
Then we recall,
Words once read,
In the Book of Wisdom,
That is in our head.
There is no why,
There is but how,
That was then,
This is now.
II.
A young man
Stops me on my way,
Am I lost?
I hear him say.
Then we remember,
A verse but part,
Of the Poem of Love,
That is in our heart:
Thoughts are more,
Than words allow,
That was then,
This is now.
III.
Last an old man,
Too late to save,
Stands with one foot,
In the grave.
So we arrive,
At the goal,
By the Song of Life,
That is in our soul.
Time is cruel,
As solemn vow,
That was then,
This is now.
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Independence Day
or "The Nothing of July"
no patriot am I
no country
commands my allegiance
no state rules
my independence.
I defend no border
obey no authority
respect no arbitrary law
nor foreign constitution.
I am a citizen
of the ground
beneath my feet
a peaceful state
of pleasant anarchy
without presidents
generals or soldiers.
a republic of one
eternally free
flying no flag
silently singing
my wordless anthem.
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The Sandman
the sandman
came last night
just doing his job
I asked him if he
had a moment
as I had a few
sleepy questions
for him
he looked at his sand clock
and said yes he had
so I asked him
about his work
was he tired of doing
the same thing
night in and night out
he looked at me
closed his eyes
and said
it's ok
though I am
a bit tired now
the work gets later and later
there's always more people
it was easier
at the beginning
then he fell silent
after a few moments
he looked down at me
may I ask you a question
sure I nodded sleepily
so
he asked
what do people do
when they are awake?
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Poetry Should Only be About Love
Poetry should only be about love.
We can leave the rest,
The unimportant stuff,
To authors and sad journalists,
For reporting their everyday stories.
Poetry should not waste her rhymes.
Or precious thoughts
On life's mundanities,
But speak only of the rare
journeys of the heart,
That lose all meaning in talk.
Poetry should reveal the unknowable.
Which is all we must know,
To rise above the coarse and common,
And capture the inconceivable,
Poetic expression of our kindred souls.
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Artist and Muse
There was once an Artist.
True in his work,
The Muses,
(The Immortal Nine)
Embraced him,
Bringing him
Joy and Divine
Inspiration.
Empowered,
He mastered
Light and Shadow,
He composed
Silence in sweet Sound,
Expressing
The one missing Treasure
of his Heart.
Their work done,
The Nine departed,
With one last kiss,
Setting him free,
Leaving a parting gift,
Of infinite Beauty.
His eternal Muse.
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She Prefers to Dance Alone
She prefers to dance alone.
So I stand quietly, off to one side,
Content to watch,
Her unguided, yet well-practiced steps.
She glides with an awkward grace,
To sounds I can not hear,
By rhythms I can not feel.
She creates her own moves,
While dancing in place,
The large stage left mostly unexplored.
She stumbles once, then twice,
Looks fearfully out to me,
Shakes her head, then dances on.
With the time she grows tired,
Unsteady, I can see she wants help,
To keep from stumbling.
But she shakes her head again,
Holding back her tears,
Moving slowly across the floor.
She prefers to dance alone.
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Father and Son
a father and son
stand together
in front of their home
overlooking the city
look at all the people
yes my son
the world is now
a most crowded one
and the fine new buildings
there and over there
they are so vast
so incredible
yes they are marvels indeed
my son
can you see father
like ants the people
in the distance
yes the father smiled
I have often thought
the same
they stood silently
enjoying the moment together
I am so happy father
and why is that son
to be alive now
not in the old days the past
but today
to be a part of all this
to live in modern times
yes we are indeed fortunate
my son
so
the father said
it grows late
I must go down now
I have a meeting
at the palace
with the pharaoh.
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