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Fresh winter morning
fresh winter, sleeping in stars, turning constellations, hopes linger within, struggling where came the dark crowd out of? to destroy all seasons, in the decay of its history beginning, aye, a camp fire, burnt offerings, and women sacrifices dead now, and dreaming when i saw your smile of rejuvination when you saw me now in…
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If you were maria ventadorn
If I’s asked how a lady should be treated, I’d be a lady about it the moondust in the soil sprung up, bouncing green, soul around us Like a miracle Then I’d sit and think like a lady, and just do as I please I’d want her permission to speak, and obey her, yum I’ll…
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Blacksmith header
I’d dress up as a blacksmith, if you were here, this morn’, I’d don the uniform I’ll craft you a sword even, if it turned you on, the world’s bent anyways, why not be what one wants? So craft in this mornings smithy, bend poems thru time and space, blazing face domme Morrigan, answer and…
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Flamingo dance
Higher than the high, they try raise their heads Little ripples on a sea of silly necks! I too find as I dance I espied, one better than the rest – G’s head! why white on white – wait, what’s that she said? A kind word, a flower bird, whose flowers I Gather to craft…
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A poem about being a cad
Moons gone down over the horizon, love and lust, To only think on you, to only think on you, Love and lust, I place my flag on the east, I declare, G Southern Cross, halve the horizon, mine the heart for Love! In selfish admission, in future I have my claim on you In love’s…
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Our garden (Part three)
Take us, awesome us, over above, any one any day, take today Coming closer, together – the insane calling I’m mad you’re bad – calling from further away, In any casual day in such day every day passed in such way, Place You turning up for me, Your face there, Eyes moonbeams searching over our…
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Our garden (Part two)
You, g, East of the sun, West of the moon, In landscape of my poetry, Fae flowers set in a garden, the place, where our thoughts Meet In secret, in that place where dwells my heart, you Holding it, East of the sun, West of the moon, Draw from there, wherever that bes, dear, Where…
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Our garden (Part one)
None believe I’m in love with you, cause you know non’d believe In your homeland, your golden face would outstand Yesterday’s leech, by its beauty, bringing heart to this crumbling land – in your hands – I care not, in my chains unchained to you, my world-view, You’ve unlocked the magic gate I walk thru…
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Morning alive
and that I’m alive Still, by mere action of rising from bed, showering into whose heart, the finch song in beauty, fills my soul- with a start- alive Still- a surprise, the creatures of no heart, call give up they’re as strange as a dream, and just as unreal- at which I laugh well, I’m…
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Seeing beauty
The story begins, flocking us two, round our truth in love with you, there came unto, in Hate, tormented crowd, round you, too, I can tell you how, in beauty I think of you, as woman moved by woman’s beauty, moves her earth, proud In her spirit, high aim in her spirit, her angelic, heavens…