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The Man Who Talked About Things He Knew Nothing About
A Poetical Reflection From The Last Century
Jan 10
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No More
When there is no more When the well is drained The last stone is turned The last field plowed The last love object conquered The last passion dissipated…
Jan 7
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Painting On the Walls
Was it the darkness You strove to vanquish With imagination In the womb you created Safe and secure yet devoid Of light? Did your mind's eye beg To…
Oct 30, 2025
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September Morn
Dark skies greet Eos' eyes Through webs of hazy sleep She lies awake in waning light Awaiting joyous treetop matins But it is Crow's raucous Warning she…
Oct 18, 2025
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Stumble
This morning I stumbled over poetry Lying on the floor Just outside The kitchen door It tripped me While ten solemn grosbeaks Took turns bathing Black…
Oct 16, 2025
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Before We Start
If I stay beyond my welcome Show me to the door If I ask you for too much Don’t give me any more If I fuss and worry Don’t let me spoil your mood If I…
Oct 8, 2025
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Elwood
A Moving Tableau
Sep 26, 2025
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