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To the Young Poet

We are the sons of lesser men the gradual heirs to decline, in a crumbling world that now and then sires a voice that does not whine. The things we learned are feared and hated, hard-veined hands didn’t show the way, our youthful lusts ignored or sated instructed, pampered, or whipped each day. But in mysterious fashion we survive and build the little universe we know and with each remembered particle we strive to bury lost regrets, and in the future...

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As You Grow, Stranger

Cautious as fugitives that are hesitant as insects resisting flame, who touch a moment then resume the game sending urgent summons from afar. Met with shy fingers as a ship sails into a bay seeking refuge just a gust away, the quest of inner peace still lingers. Cautious creature who flies, a young bird struggling for flight cold and lifeless held too tight, who blooms, turns fairer before my eyes.             0...

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Ideal

I do not want a woman now who I will love forever, yet possess without endeavor. I do not want gifts, the many hungers that I yearned that will come to me unearned. I want the pleasure of a mating where we both will lend wonders until they end. I want a song of give and take that flames in us a day, or longer, and when it dies, will leave us stronger.             “Eternal Love” Original art by Amasarac 0...

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Transported

I sing a poem of love inspired by your cello voice that leaves my insides tingly and find myself fluted by Ionic columns, to temples of elation.   Love Poem of…  Edward Ille  Buy This at Allposters.com 0...

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Serenade

Mighty strains of music lift my spirit and I feel sweet chilling tingles of ecstatic wonder up and down my frame. Within my breast vast oceans surge and foam, heavens split asunder, fall and Gods of man’s rich fantasy moan and whine to see their doom. Oh lustful Zeus, and gentle Christ, wise, meek Buddha and learned Kung Fu Tze, Odin does outlive you all within my mind. A God who though his end is near spent his eye for wisdom dear, who though most noble will also pass within the current of...

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Man’s Hope

To the spirit of man in the night who vigils of loneliness keeps, between moments of deep innersight of frail brothers for whom he weeps. For sorrows that breed in the span that truth and love do last in the weary spirit of man, until his desire has passed. Then in the self new-born a marvelous hope is bared that dreams will not be outworn, as long as visions are shared.   Infinite Vision    Doug Chinnery Buy This at Allposters.com 0...

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Brief Visions

Once in a dream-like vision familiar to the seer I saw atop a mountain the hand of God appear within the storm-tossed heavens and brush the clouds away quell the noisy thunder and reveal the light of day   Clearing Storm at… Vincent James  Buy This at Allposters.com 0...

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Resonance

Find the Path I do not sing that only dreaming makes the poet free, for he must touch as much life as other men and when young, nourished on opulent books, nurtured on frustration, how easy to escape to castles with spires of fancy. When the crabby monitor handles the singer with ungentle pincers, waking him to the twisted ways of man, look hard, grotesque one and choose your song, or seek another place in this contrived world. Chance Encounter In the strangeness of our meeting eyes lambent,...

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Observatory

My eyes wooed the telescopic lens licking the least particles of finite observation. Your white so pure, pocked by long craters, bound by soft shadows, made me think this was no moon I had seen before. But nearby voices paused, held in momentary awe by this new view (looked at a thousand nights) now beheld in gasps. Poets once sang of the moon. Dreamers named their love the moon. But on this night one quarter gleamed, I saw a raw jewel’s glow and others did, birthing new visions for all of...

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To My Daughter

Star child dreamful daughter, uncrowned princess of my regal thoughts, you are the succession to my highest aspirations, not as imperfect as I, somehow made better despite the lack of bio-engineering.   Daughter  Art Print  Yarbrough, Beth Buy at...

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