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WDNPort: Epitaph

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Poetry, photos, misc. The poems form a universe. Within the writer's mind;. Totality in metered verse;. The poet gives his soul away. In portions he decides. With thoughts that ebb and flow to play. Emotions like the tides. He writes of love and other things. He may have found in me;. Of broken hearts and Angel's wings. I've lost and found at sea. Of parenthood and common sense;. Of brothers on a wall. And other ports of call. An honest bard, he re-ignites. The glaring torch of truth. The epitaph of youth.

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WDNPort: Star Sailors

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Poetry, photos, misc. I've looked into the future, looked. As far as dreams can see. At unimagined wonders and. The magic that will be. The stars alive with sailing ships. The clippers of the skies. All captained by cephalopods. With deep vermilion eyes. They navigate the galaxies. And fly the steller winds. From Canopus to Betelguese. To where the matter ends. They utilize another math. And octants made of ice. For human sums and instruments,. Of course, will not suffice. To ports of call unknown;.

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WDNPort: Echoes From a Silent Heart

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Poetry, photos, misc. Echoes From a Silent Heart. Imperfect and surreal;. Copies made of copies of. A loss that others feel. Photographs and traces of. The one who was my world;. Black and white reminders of. A pretty little girl. Questions ask me questions. But answers don't reply;. The echoes from a silent heart. Can never tell me why. The gray and faded images;. The mother she became;. What do we have in common then. Beyond our common name? A tattered family bible holds. A note penned by her hand;.

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WDNPort: Axle

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Poetry, photos, misc. Time is many wheels revolving slowly. Along a central spine;. An axle. Is it accident or holy. The stars exist in circles never-ending,. Arrayed in common space. The view of time depending. Upon the viewers pace. The Earth and her companion form an axis;. Man, and this is where the parallax is,. Has pride enough to feel. That time and space revolve around his need;. The need to understand. And, strangely, time now seems to be, indeed,. Unfolding as if planned. Beauty in the Beast.

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WDNPort: Poems

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Poetry, photos, misc. In shadow views of battle yet to be. The final stranger beckons me. I fear. That I must now accept what I forsee;. The moment of my death is drawing near. Oh sarah, how I want to see your face;. To touch, once more, the softness of your skin. Though fate is sealed and destiny in place,. I long to hear your gentle voice again. If it is true that spriits conquer death. Then I will yet return to you somehow. The winds that cool your skin shall be my breath;. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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WDNPort: Knights of the Breakfast Table

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Poetry, photos, misc. Knights of the Breakfast Table. Said the knight to the dragon, "I'll lop off your head. And, foregoing breakfast, eat dragon instead.". Said the dragon, "You dreamer, you haven't a clue. I've hardly been trying, I'm toying with you.". And the battle resumed with sword and with flame;. The combatants concerned more with fortune and fame. Than with dodging the heat or avoiding a thrust. These equals in battle, their skills did they trust. Here's a modern day dreamer so far out of scope.

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WDNPort: Upside

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Poetry, photos, misc. Upside downer, little one. Squirmy wiggle lots of fun. Crawling, standing walking soon. Eyes that can outshine the moon. Kisses magnet, hug collector. Papa's Angel, happy grin. Wrapped tight around my heart again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Posting Log and Archive list. Beauty in the Beast. Knights of the Breakfast Table. Echoes From a Silent Heart. All things being equinox. Of Bob and Little Bob. To Touch a Star. My Heart is What it was before. And in your eyes.

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WDNPort: All things being equinox

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Poetry, photos, misc. All things being equinox. Magical balance in equinox lives,. If spring or the ending of summer. Autumnal or vernal the feeling it gives. Is antipathetic of bummer. I’m hating the solstices, bulging at ends,. Unequal in daylight and lack of. I’m loving the spring and the cool autumn winds. That summer just hasn’t the knack of. Rhythm, circadian, charges in pools. Of equally lengthy partitions. The solsticey seasons appeal to those fools. Encumbered by blind inhibitions.

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WDNPort: A Musing

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Poetry, photos, misc. The bards desire, a whiter shade of muse,. Requires that deep depression be attained. A genuinely somber tone, the blues,. Must permeate the soul and be retained. You're better off a human being sad. As lack of hope intensifies the senses. The muse will be obscure when one is glad. Embrace your pain. Oh poet, build no fences! A weary writer soon divines the well. And draws his muse from willful deprivation. Of sleep that he may conjure bliss or Hell;. Posting Log and Archive list.