Category: Poetry

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Take Me

Poem Take me to another place Another moon, another dream Another circle in space Share your world with me Take me on a journey Show me different flavors Of milk and honey Let me...

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Hallowing Loss

Haibun A hornet struggles in the air, slow to fly off after a fruitless search under the deck table. Emerald leaves on a barren peach tree doomed to the saw tremble in the slightest...

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Watch Your Step

Poem Wandering in the morning light Change is happening left and right Will change take me by surprise? Or will it pass me by? Sweep me away But don’t kill my history Give me...

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Yardwork

Haibun Fresh-cut grass soaks in the sun. Already sweaty and sore, I crank the starter rope of the chainsaw — the same one that leaked chain oil in the carrying case. After a prayer...

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Fields Of Life

Poem Through fields of Life, I’m running like mustang, wading in clouds, I fly! Helplessly unstoppable impulse, desires, blink, smileс, kiss, and haze of summer bliss. What hearts of men need? If it is...

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Storms

Poem About Hardship Mighty winds, come see your dying friend, come tell me fairy tales come sing a jolly song, distract me from the pain, save me from my own disdain. Mighty winds, come...

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Gothicarus: Part IX – Mantra

“Ever awake, I must remain Ever vigilant, sharp, and pure. Able to make a firm assay Of the energy in my sphere. Never alone with temptation, Never indulge with thought or flesh The dread...

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Like Air

Poem I used to hear silence It used to fill me With wonder and ancient fairy dust I used to see, smell The emotions of the sky and sea I used to feel cradled...

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Adult Recess

Haibun I watch gray cumulus gather. Listen to cicadas, the workers laboring on my neighbor’s house — their chainsaws buzzing, cutting. And the ever-present drone of perpetual traffic on the New York State Thruway....

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Forget My Name

Poem Focus on the mountains ahead, Forget the pain behind. I need to stop turning in circles And just stop: Stop hitting replay on this sting, Stop thinking And just set out. So I...

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Gothicarus: Part VIII – A Timid Spring

Serial Poem When the white came down, it was searing. Dazzling, sparkling colors appeared. She was terrified; she was intrigued Was it possible the doom had cleared? Desperation knows not to caution, Bid oneself...