Category: My Poetry
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A New Sonnet: Cross of Lorraine
Cross of Lorraine I wanted down the cotton pine below. It seemed the dream was calling from their root. I had escaped the cocktail party show: The empty voices blocking nature’s tune. The recent summons in the field of time: Our river’s bridge was rotting but still there. Perhaps it was just merely warmth from…
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A New Poem: Go Through The Hills
Go Through the Hills by Stephen Pickering You are my tree. because you have set me free. An orchard garden grows on land that once only snowed. I’m under a spell Only Ishtar can undo Down, down her Roman well I’m falling too. I am the bird. My life is the worm. I see her…
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The Element U
Something’s going on that wants to be known, a presence. It wants you to make your connection. What do you think is really underneath the veil? Something very deep. Deeper than history, deeper than tomorrow, deeper than now. That’s the secret, secret, secret voice that never comes out during the day. I’m with you: I…
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Sonnet #9 in Iambic Tetrameter –
I think I’m wrong about the song. I didn’t feel that you would come. Please tell the notes that don’t belong That winter’s bone remains unsung. I feel it on the inside grow. So, could a man become a god? Don’t let this meditation go. Just follow it no matter what. This isn’t where I…
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Sonnet #11
We have eternal ‘monicas that sing. An icy cloud is growing over the South. Out of the woods the Sun creates a ring Though which the river dances in its mouth. We’ve rowed this dream one hundred times before. We’re made of the same blood that’s in the stars. What does it take to sail…
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Sonnet #3 in Iambic Trimeter
Those Canadien snow geese are the soul The azaleas in the Spring They have nowhere to go But one can hear them sing. That was a little poetical fragment that came to me on a walk just now, in the gorgeous springtime air, of course a little Starbucks influenced as well as the air, water,…