golden

campanology can be quite lucrative
thought the bell-ringer with the kettle to give
as I passed him a five
on my journey inside
and said "stop when I'm near if you want to live"

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truth

reality has a complexion
that's far from an airbrushed perfection
if it's truth you would find
better salt what's in Time
with what's bruited in tabloid connections

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voyeur

methinks yon poet strokes his glass
the beer within sets head a-spin
and dreams his hands upon a lass
abiding from afar

or is she just the stuff of smoke
next verse's gleam in conscious stream
Pygmalion might share this joke
perhaps another round

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Inspired by Picasso's The Glass of Beer


predilection

inexorably drawn
nuances of form
pale
to heart and soul and mind
oh but how they work together

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Easton's Beach November

morning chill of fall
breeze subsides and sun provides
brief summer echo
wavelets lapping on the sand
warmth of sun on face and hands

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resonance

moving near you
with you
or just seeing you

there's a bonus
to the smile and wave
the giggle
and the purposed stride

that turns the heat up
even more

we won't even mention dancing

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dwindle

every goddess that I see
carves out a little piece of me
though who she is may not be clear
my heart imagines that she's dear
and would should caper hit the mark
offer up some bit of spark

to such a gray and tattered fool

sometimes If favored with a smile
some hope emerges for a while
only to turn to bittersweet
when my attentions force retreat
and in those eyes clouded with fear
reflections of this fool appear

my truth baldly revealed

mostly I continue on
a little more of me then gone
to dreams and wishes unfulfilled
while in it's place darkness instilled

but then a twinkle in my eye
completed with a smile that's wry
considering my complement
the company found where he went
and what they're all up to

clearly I must ... find portal through
perhaps the goddesses I view ...

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