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51The Seasons an Unwelcome Guest
The Seasons an Unwelcome Guest Those unflinching faces again doleful Religiously return to me year after year Only the lines distinguish the seasons Fluttering fire flies through their tears Fall finds them disheveled out of place Clutching...
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48The Poem Fatale
Black silk drapes dark across the banister Moaning out its elegy in the moon light Indifferent to the sounds beneath the wood Crimson stains bleed through the grandeur A jealous witness to the crime Her poem crumpled, torn misunderstood, ...
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58Dirge of the Sea
Crashing waves pay elegy The rocks keeping ryme Darkness dances in with the mist Stars a mute witness to this sublime Ghosts serenade across the wood Aching timbers groan out a song Tattered ribbons of a sail ripped past Wind whispering names...
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61The Siren's Kiss
The Siren's Kiss Sounds of macabre echo from the chalice Shadows dance across my valance Is it truth that I should be afraid? I close my eyes to the sounds abaft The wind blows now her perfume wafts Is it déjà vu or is she reaching out to...
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59My Last Masquerade
I drank my last poison today in the restaurant To the sound of a watered down piano and a cheap debutante I could see Dylan Thomas in the cigar smoke wafting in the air He frowned at me and said, “don’t ever tip the concierge…” The red...
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49The Outlaw
The Outlaw The outlaw's face sublime bold his name etched in stone He rides the haunting wind on a long forgotten road in El Paso Hard on the trail with a horse almost dead laden with gold Left with only a memory of of a dream lost in the hot...
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61Ides of Time
Crashing waves down upon the bow Deep furrows dark across my brow Sun bitten sting of salt in wounds Sailing blindly into the darkened hue Strange songs serenade from the sea Calling me to the depths of disbelief Cymbals crashing like angry waves A...
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58His Final Masterpiece
His Final Masterpiece by Chad Taylor His heart grew old From walking this road alone He tried to reach out Across the great divide No one heard his muffled cry Until hope even died He was old Before he was young What he had seen and what he had...
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76The Enigma of Emily Dickinson
Ascetic, eccentric, recluse was what many said of Emily Dickinson the elusive waif of literary genius. A misanthrope melancholy master of prose, Emily Dickinson lived in the world of paradox never seeing the outcome of her own masterpieces. A...
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51A Quilt Made of Pine
I could see the boots of the men that were looking for me just a few feet away and I could smell their sweat. The rain had betrayed me; what I had thought would hide my trail only made it more evident like bright lights glaring up at my pursuers. My...
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