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Category: Poems

  • 2 New Iambic Poems

    This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet: I lost you to Arabian nights: The god Apollo’s basketball. You had that day Queen Isis eyes.. Unfolding reddened fall leaves song. It does mean something here in snow. The M&#257rga flames the Firebird’s beak. Somehow it made me let you […]

  • A New Sonnet: Cape Arrow

    “Cape Arrow” One thing I do remember is the dance. Your river hair was flowing the magic nights. Steps guided by the heart’s inner lance. Our motion flew above the city lights. Remember fall among the yellow leaves? Our eyes reflected colors of the soul. Before we even knew we had the keys, Our fountain’s […]

  • 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 […]

  • 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 […]

  • 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 […]

  • 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 […]