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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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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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
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