Category: Poems
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A New Poem | “Pre-Nuptials
Imma gonna marry you I can’t take it when eyes are so sullen and blue I’m just not interested in pokin’ round this hay anymore I’m interested in the stars and opening their spring bottom door Take it slow Let all the rest of it go We’re gonna be a much happier Kannon Workin all…
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In Their Glow
We’ll stake the embodiment. A deadly priestess dresses the aisle during Lent. Depressing as it may seem, the little lecterns take their places in the scene. Washing Mary cold and foot, the diesel engines blast down to the blessed root. Actual fire stretches the islands leg, and individual pieces can only stray out and beg.…
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Back at the Lake House
Each relationship different, bare The lakehouse is empty, but our soul’s still there. Under the water, near the island of trees the shallows have grown years of mossy memories. We swim the narrows into the mauve and purple light; The boat dock’s restless, and the dog’s are howling for the night. We don’t think about…
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The Lovely Couple
Honey, let’s grow our own branch. Let’s give the white tiger of our hearts a second chance. Let’s look into the woods and be still. Lose all we learned, and do it by feel. All right you’re wrong. Wanna’ to know why? All night long you hold courtship with the phantom sky. You brace the…
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The Proposal
Can I hold your hand in Spring? It would be a most beautiful thing. I can take you ’round Haskel’s for lunch On Saturday so we don’t have to rush If its dry I’ll hold your clutch. Otherwise you’ll beat me to the punch. I love living in your bowl, And do you know on…
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A Poem: “Where the Ring Comes Together”
Image via Wikipedia I miss driving up that street The last in the land With winds singing up Harney Peak. A blue diamond cross And a sailor’s sunburnt hand Are all that’s left Spreading across the dry land. The night is thirsty for the juice Of speech. Woodmills chill the cherry bark; The pond of the…