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Poetry (and let no man tell you different) is what separates us from the beasts. It is the gateway to our soul, and the evidence of our immortality. It is but a remnant of that heavenly spark bestowed upon us in the garden. It exists equally in the most

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 15 of 1201
Solstice XIII In that season when the lamp of heaven swings, Out to the extreme of its pendulum's beam; To the north in summer long twilight it brings, While in the south in winter begetting dreams. I have yet to know whether that wandering orb, Might find the wisdom to slacken its pace. And somewhere between fiery and frigi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone: 16 of 276
Twilight... How dare you disturb my choir of crickets? I sit alone outside in the dark for a reason. Watching for the night with vagrant eyes; It's dark enough that I don't have to look At you, or anything else in particular. Still, you speak endlessly of nothing; You should at least keep time with the cadence. While I train... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 10 of 158
October Wood When October comes I wish I could feel, like the leaves of June have lost their appeal. When the green of summer has faded to red. When orange and purple cover the flower bed, and limbs in the breeze rattle leaves overhead, I grudgingly admit that summer is dead. In March when the ice slowly makes a retreat, and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 20 of 249
A Marriage A maple and pine grew side by side In a forgotten field of timothy grass. Unnoticed until I happened to pass Not far from where they chose to hide. Just two little twigs sharing the sun, On a summers day many years ago. I never thought that they would grow, Much less one day bloom into one. But later I saw their s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 12 of 130
A Solitary Doe Cool mornings in July bring much needed relief, that's dispelled by the cicada, and midday heat. It complains with it's siren from a tall listless tree, while the sun bakes the grass in an afternoon breeze. It don't bother a blue jay who's seen it before, as he clings to a cattail indifferent and bored. Above ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 65 of 632
Hush Hush, and listen to the rush of wings as they pass by Ghostly silhouettes painted on a gray November sky. Geese seeking refuge in an oft-repeated theme Hidden by a fence of trees, on yonder pond or stream. Hush, and hear the mournful sound as they draw near. Skimming treetops, their honking tells us they are here. Race ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 111 of 784
Chasing Venus I give chase to her in the morning before the daybreak comes. As she rises very early wrapped in robes of celestial white. And although it's well known she closely follows the Sun. Tis' for me, and my joy only that she awakens in the night. No matter the weather, if neither star nor pale moon beams; I've long b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 49 of 305
Old Song So, did I tell you I heard our old song? Do you remember the lyric and tune? I'll hum a few bars if you sing along, And keep time by playing the spoons. With a tap, tap, tap, and a quick ca-lap; Keep the beat on my lap with spoons. What is it you see from the old days, That puts a far away look in your eye? Your sud... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sailing: 10 of 50
Hard Alee When wind and wave suddenly change their track; And a luff in your sail says you've lost the course. Do you challenge the gods with a windward tack? Or turn your back and run with the force? Sure an even keel gives the tiller man rest, As billowing clouds fill the canvas with steam. And sailing by the lee is an eas... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 46 of 229
A Summer Theme My dawn is dressed in pearly dew That shimmers on golden beams. Showered o'er the grass and leafy limb By fairies in August dreams. My noon is sky that boasts azure, With but a single cloud to fly. It pauses on its windward tack As if to ask me why? My August dusk is perfumed dust Distilled from the heat of th... More..