The Shadow Dance
The tantalizing timber
Of whispers in the dark
Shadows no longer slumber
But emerge upon a lark
Scintillating sounds encourage
That which should be bound
Two shades released to dance
Just before the dawn
Gleefully they intertwine
Euphoric in their freedom
Just as suddenly spellbound
Forced back into their tomb
They go restless and raging
Like hell hounds they howl
Creativity will not be bound
--written in 2009
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--written in 2009
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A limerick
--written in 2009
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Words Indeed
One word, Indeed
Conveys so much
Or so little…
Clever quip or
Desultory derision?
Allusive agreement or
Indolent indifference?
Eager expectation or
Concise conclusion?
Voice emotes--
Text provokes!--written in 2009
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A limerick
There was an old gal
Who found herself single
She looked for a pal
With whom to co-mingle.
Just a simple fuck
Was all that she needed
But found most men suck
And finally conceded.
--Written recently
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--Written recently
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Mentor
Passion given
But not received
Lessons taught
But overlooked
Wisdom imparted
But not perceived
Lust mistaken for desire
Delightful, Delectable, Disaster
--written in 2009
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--written in 2009
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Autumn Flower
Delicately defiant
Her lacy lazy leaves
Translucently surround
Curly crepes swirling about
That pubescent pink pollen
A shy flower that awaits
Breathlessly and swollen
Taken, but not to be stolen
Time is of the essence
As her beauty is fleeting
Age is her obsolescence
And she needs completing
--written 2010, update 2013
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--written 2010, update 2013
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Old Soul
I’m an old soul
Might not see it
And never know
It’s a subtle wit
Young souls always fail
As they have no eye
For seeing holy grail
And no reason to ask why
No journey and no reason
For life is always boredom
With no changing of the season
And no desire for final wisdom
--2012 update 2013
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