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Sweet are the days which in swift fashion passand suns who suffer not their feet to drag.This battle is not one which making lastwill tend t’wor..
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And I fell for him
as a feather falls,
and that is all,
and that is all.
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Lie down in the grass
and see with wond’ring child-eyes
how tall each blade is.
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This is a poem in four parts, dealing with childbirth, and the joys and pains that come with that. Though they are not graphic or explicit, they do de..
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Do you remember that time when you were the first person to walk on the moon?When the world seemed big, and the heavens high, and stars were unimagina..
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This was a poem I wrote years ago, and which took third place in the Blue Mountain Arts annual poetry contest (big shout out to them, they are awesome..
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Financial Stability,
he says
makes all the difference. Just wait
a little longer, till you’re
Financially Stable
before you t..
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A response "sonnet" to Shakespeare's "When I Do Count the Clock that Tells the Time"
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As we are justBegun we slowlyCrawl to our feetDraw ourselves against gravity'sEternal weightFeel the weight of the worldGrapple with us for the first ..
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This pocket mirror
from across the Pacific
closes like a clam
to hide its pearly finger-prints
(memories)
it fears it will forget..
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