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Linnet

How did you discover me?
There came a sound of flying wings for more than a thousand years.
A listener for stirring wings.
Bird soared so high that he almost touched the clouds and no room to fly.

Looked up, saw a large piece of sky and went there; in peace for the rest of the time.
With dew on a sinking star and birds share the dawn,
against my face.

Evening may sit down and windswept spac...

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Painter

Picasso, rose red. Ring of Spain.

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Outside

Downward leaves with delight,
an owl out of dust.
Here comes fog that folds laughter of falling leaves.
Daybreak, break of rain.
Where the ripest sun demurely scintillate falls upon.

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just thinking

just thinking

what i only remember
you

casting shadows away, just a few
with my only feelings that are left, they pass..

can't look  i'll just go this way  just keep me thinking 
undermining thoughts come back  that rest to stay

the fire is bright  emotions sway and given with delight

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Black Moths

Black Moths

Black gypsy butterfly, which is whom?
Whom is which jove?
Given no fool, the lyrics gone.
Drove vim south, hush, gypsy south.
Given no fool and drove jove.
Dropped in the stream... tinker
Gypsy moth, the blackbirds unjust remark and no mood.
Moments more was just.. disturbed the poet again.
A three piece black butterfly collector.

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The Ballad of a Birds Soul

The Ballad of a Birds Soul

Is a lying dream only wakes a cloud.
Heaven----tasseled feathers; no touch of noise in the verse.
Slowly, lightly away, the scabbard falls.
Gracefully I call quick and I shall thrust once for all.
A fowl 'neath your breast where the blue opens.
No need to rhyme for the rest in the rain.
Lunging there, hold tight.
A poet of one, a ballad so high.

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Red Cape

riot of color
don't pick the sombre shades
that clash
two picadors have entered the ring
into a couple of scenes
the gist of the game
is under the sun

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Arranged Verse

In the bare of life.
Air of living, boon of worth.
Removed all trace of this tint,
that breathes in the air.
To devise which way, lurch beneath the twilight breeze.
When you are bare to the heavenly sun.
June's footstep is on the grass,
across the way beyond the touch.
Leaves night, I could barely sleep, goes after day.
To rest in the sun, to bare the day.

 

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That is not All

Rocks over the human crowds
holding down the earth from my birth.

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Mayhem June

Little be it or much and hereafter bliss.
Crystal ball, joys and hopes, sorrows.
Break on the strand,
where May now stands.
Green your feet and henceforth, waiting on life.
Falling summer rain, maybe rich sunshine.
After, hear sweet refrain.
Held writ poems, warm and cold,
out upon you.
Fed on dew and may will vanish soon...

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Billow of May

Come devours,
as the tempest.
Fury sways me.
It sends the passive drums,
it's broken.
Reeling, wave, bursting beneath.

Comes devours....
Outstretched, cling so dear to me.
Thus,
in this way.
Comes devours..
Beating thy heart.

 

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Mint Green

Bloom of spring buds.
When thunder wakes my sleeping brain.
A blotch of mellow sun.
Lightning whip and sweet rain drips,
have mellowed.
Tomorrow's silent cover and rolls hysterically.
Sweet blooms, blue to the sky,
upon this earth.
I use the wind's persuasive words.

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Resound of what May

May speaks to morning sun, forgetting mistakes.
We sometimes make.
That soon or late, my love.
So beautiful you are and your voice will resound,
be ready when seasons change.

The lonely sounds, my waking of you.
Until the day
I can hear you along the way.
I've come to hear, wooing, for it will find us.
May of morning sun until the break of day..
To keep me wide awake

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Blue Crown

Reckless tear blue
thinking maybe that I,
most of the day through
cry of you again blue tear that moves me.
Dimmed just darkness.
Hid; cry out in pain right at you.
Crowded clouds arrive stillness so.
Crowns the bird in.
Moments change the pain.
Aglow time getting the words.
Approached; thought late.
Exchange a look slipping by,
thinking that maybe I
whisper, steady rhythms, pick it u...

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Weakness of the Sun

Somewhere dear
Always there's a song
When you're near when the skies are clear.
Sunshine across. A bluebird sings in and out of drip, rain brings the mid-day blue.
However a song somewhere near our hearts, may hear.
Sun clings at the touch of a song of mine.
Continuous as the pensive mood and strength from the weakness drew.
Which is long overdue that follows the bird upon salt sea. We come...

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The weight on my Feet

Hush the dogwood coves
Where the wind is nosing through
Tomorrow is dust
Time shall render of us all
And autumn becomes our tomb

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World of Drama

I've had thee, all mine
if thou wilt.
I'll find subtle way to cure 
tremble at the words.
My dearest June, love beckons.
drama~
Through every lasting place
thou promise of such
thy hearts desire, sweet June.
Mark me well, lair of earth,
murmur of the birds.
~~
Whatever approaches the beating wings
oracular of drama, world of pain.
 

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TUlip

I'll tour the fields come APril.
Tip toe through the showers,
lifts tune, TUlip bloom.

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Humpback Camel

Humpback steamer trunk sales off on a red star line. I've lost the keys traveling to america from Europe and the camel is at the back. should i unpack or just roll along with the newspaper traveling north rusty travel trunk
looking upstairs to the chair
under the sea
of the waters
wanting to know and how (key) came out? en route, we stopped i painted the sea. I swear my tears are cold said, ha...

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Dormouse

At the end of my field and at the beginning of the door
a mouse has learned to play 
the key notes inside the door 
when the rain flushed the mouse out came my doors
tried to catch the mouse at the foot notes on the piano were he fell to the floor then out the door
the rain flooded my floor and locked the door
and the key notes have been washed on the floor and the mouse cannot find the door...

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Held into Day

Sound plays out held into the day,
forever.
With this May,
may I hold Sofia's hand?
Left the beating of the day.
With this came a little while.
For this Sofia, when?
It's once upon this day.
Would you please, don't despair.
i'm not waiting another day.

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Star Dust

someone is singing ~ love
I don't care! 
shines bright with a stare
and the notes that are full ~ fall out of place
try not too tell the moon~ all at once
I don't want the blue moon ~ spun the notes ~ that have run out of time 
shooting stars ~ last all night.

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Autumn in the Wind

Balancing to stay within the walk,
the wind has moved right in and caused a spin to stay.
Colors and the energy are in the air,
quantum perception as autumn foliage has been left unsaid, and to this lore falls on the day itself.
October 25th, Sunday afternoon in the woods,
all by myself. Wind and light after the rain.
A bird falling for the fox as it sings, and there comes the winter crow to...

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Stains of the Day

stains of the day folded
 on itself and then.
what is left the flower
more tender and then,
like not one of you.
I'd thought feeling more
blue stains the day.
thinking i'd and then. 
feeling was sometime and held through.
suddenly just suddenly, just a few.
I cant tell you how, just as I do.

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Outside to Stay

Telling oneself, sending
half minded emotions. 
Stayed behind, find the right words to say.
Then thoughts of our idyllic hun,
ever varying rhythm so, so far away.
Playing different, repeat varied rhythm, give or take.
Tenderest exchange, all the levels seemed to be the same.

 

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Penny Note

1/8 oz Penny
Lure into a dampen storm
late afternoon notes to explain
briefly play away no matter rain
here comes moment wandering here comes
my spare penny comes into the middle, so sweet
here comes, how you play
~
play the moment through, i'll explain
afternoon rain dampens lure
play the afternoon rain dampens lure
~
I'm aware, i wonder if i can a gentle move, silenced rain
exactly ...

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Gull's Words of a Song

For only in our day, for how true.
Only you..
For only you can make me feel this way.
Cloudy day now, it's up to you.

No more rain, for in this day,
cloudy light in your eyes brings out all in you.
For this is how I feel, and you hold me in.
Takes away all the pain, maybe one day somehow, I always knew.
Just maybe the words, repeat..
Some way you see, repeat..
Leaning when clouds come ne...

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