Tagged: rebellion

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Gothicarus: Part IV- Keralynne

Serial Poem   Here we pause to meet Keralynne Crosstree Neither psychic nor cynic, she yet possessed A vision into a cloaked, murky realm, And its dark interference left her often distressed. She felt...

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Anger Revealed

Sometimes I want to burn them all, to wash away all the dirt beneath their dirty feet, make them fall and fall, from the cliffs; into waters underneath. Anger is my God! I pray...

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Ship of Dreams

Life Poem I am aboard a ship, looking at my past, don’t know where I’ll go, don’t know who I am. Is this my home I’m leaving? There, the little spot on the horizon,...

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What Do I Look Like to You?

Best Life Poems   What did that mean just now? That glance, that alluring searching gaze Focused on me Or simply on some distant spot in the cosmos conveniently located in my eyes? Am...

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When She Sings

Poem   Golden night has spread its wings in the summer sky above. Swallows dancing while she sings her song of life and love. She caresses me and whispers words of wisdom and eternal...

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Gothicarus: Part I – Unearthed

Serial Poem Low and close and heavy, The sound that caused her eyelids to part. The blackness oppressed her, She gasped; the jolt of air woke her heart. Its pounding joined the sound, Rendering...

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Allons!

Spiritual Poem “How long will you linger? How much time will you commit? When reasoning is over, When rationality says, ‘quit’.” I query to the mirror, My reply in a wry squint, “Could you...

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Sing Your Chant

Poem   The day is the yellow of a sun. And the sky is smiling back through lands and grass asĀ green as thousands emeralds and the beach is kissed by waves as blue as...

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Shadow In The Night

Poem The night is calm, my heart is warm, beneath the trees a shadow lingers. But not the shadow of the past, nor the dread of many fears, nor the pain of thousand tears...

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Tango

Poem And now he needs you. It’s hard for him to grasp, and even acknowledge. He knows something is happening to him; Awareness of who he has always been Suddenly rushes upon him- Unwelcome....

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I Am No Blank Slate

Poem   He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...

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The Whole Story

Poem So many facets, and yet there’s no sparkle, Only dull, darkening sides. I turn the heavy piece over and over, Searching for the truth it hides. But does it exist, an absolute answer?...