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Poems set 3

Whisper Solitude Harlequin Lamps Solstice
Skies Forever Human Image solo
Mon Malaise Reach Telemachus Agate Jeannette
Charlene Child Suit Business Scent of Shadow
Sunlight on Stone Diana Theresa Amethyst Moliere

Whisper


It takes two hearts to mingle
	Two hearts free
Two people knowing
	To make a love be.

I gaze in a dreaming
	Upon a tall tree
Noticing  daylight
	Recalls you to me.

I walk to the Oak
	From an acorn has grown
And ask him if my love
	Might ever be known.

The Oak stands a moment
	Then creaks a slow smile
And answers in whispers
	that mean "Wait awhile..."


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Solitude



To be in silent solitude
	As open to the world
As on a mountain, gazing
	With pennant proud unfurled,
To grasp the being, firmly,
	Without distraction's feint
And know the meaning of the soul
	And that for which I'm sent:
To be myself in dignity
	Free to bravely see
The price of all the effort
	Is to finally be me.


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Harlequin


O Harlequin

In unmeasured grace
	and delicacy
As clever as 
	the fool to see
Angelic opportunity
	to bring us 
		incongruity
	as juggling you smile on...
Haunts the vested
		intellect
Into dreams less 
		circumspect
	a wondering
	with new respect:
		dark intelligence
			is known.	


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Lamps


Among the lamps of morning
	Between the hills of dawn
Before the warming homefires
	We long to linger on.

As new as spring's first blossom
	This love as fresh as milk,
That steams within the morning air
	And whispers soft as silk
And stirs within the tree of life
	For hearts not young nor old
Which even for the meekest
	Inspires a passion bold.

With eyes on sleeping children
	And lips that kiss shared words
The lovers part at daybreak
	As free as winging birds.

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Solstice


The hunter writes on water
	Inviting eyes to trance
With senses ringing timeless
	Captive to the dance.

So quiet by the river,
	Perched upon the stone
Haunted by a green man,
	Shouldering alone
The burden of the ages
	The glimmering of light
With ear to silent ages
	Singing in the night.

I hear the drum of evening
	I bear the flute of stars
Above us calls the singer
	Softening our scars.
Smooth away the traces
	Relieve the ancient grief
Balancing it places
	The acorn and the leaf. 

Along the river walking
	Bone Woman should stand free
Within the darkness calling...
	Calling out to me.

I saw the buck was on the sand
	At dawn he stopped to drink
Nearby approached the walking doe
	Within her lifeborn link.
And in the fading sunlight
	I paused to grasp a stone
Which on a pile of others
	Appeared to me alone.

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Skies



Gently wake, O slumbering heart,
	Whose griefs are gone beyond my art,
And open eyes that glory knew
	In nights that blazed with love for you.

Awake anew to grow with spring
	To smile in brightness, and to sing
Of life undying, bright with days,
	And write again the lovers' praise.

For all in all, with mate or lone,
	We one day reap what is well sown.

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Forever


I lift your chin to make me wise
	And slowly kiss your brow and eyes
To smile into your upturned face
	And share with you this human grace.

A moment of forever's call
	Encompassing a heart's last fall
A breathless gasp of clarity
	Realized, in verity.



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Human


On sands between the sea and shore
	We walk as gods unknown
Our siblings fall to rise no more
	As others born are grown.

The future is a fiery storm
	The past is locked in ice
And in between our blood flows warm
	And freedom rides the dice.

But know you, and betray it not,
	When all is said and done,
Our passions are what Angels sought
	And from them Daemons run.

So beat the drums and dare to fight
	And above all fiercely love
For in the heart lives greater light
	Than in the skies above.

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Image


We live within an image of
	 what we think to be
And learn to question what we know 
	and everything we see
And insofar as we are known 
	among ourselves and clear
So far do we identify 
	the people we hold dear.

Yet in my visioning the world
	and sharing what was meant
No greater mystery is near
	than messages you sent
How carefully your words I read
	in fathoming your deep
When all the while was surfacing
	the sounds of life asleep.	

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solo


we dreamed of merging lives in love
and dancing as close as skin,
and lingered long to draw hope of
the presence we were in.

but when our time had gone away
and distances stretched far,
then all our yearning night and day
drew near to who we are.

in emptiness between the times,
when life is shadowed grey,
the naked soul is that which rhymes
with night in every day.

so listen for your true love's call,
and wait with bated breath,
for love is that which measures all:
its loss hits deep as death.

though nothing would i seldom bring
and nothing take away:
who we are is what we sing
and what we do, the way.

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Mon Malaise


Our objects name our gods,
	whose domains decide our ways
Whether wellness beats the odds
	or sad or gladness weighs.
My brood of days, wan and shallow, 
	where naught and essence mix,
Are scurries after empty hopes 
	Each ventured on the Styx
Like leaves of winter on a stream 
	that tease my wearied gaze
As warbling waters ever flow, 
	and toward that ocean laze,
In time, a span of emptiness, 
	and poems incomplete,
When all the efforts to speak clear 
	comingle with defeat.
As certain as that childhood wish
	to be adult and grown
So certain is the dreadful day 
	when I shall die alone.
But death, O hurried dreamer, 
	is but an open door,
An exit from this empty place, 
	when I will write no more.
		
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Reach


I reach to you, to touch your face,
To sense into your inner space,
Within this time our heavens lent
Our spirit song for souls silent
Rapt, with focused energies
As if in prayer on grateful knees
Our gods of life and love to please
But wake alone to dawn.

		
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Telemachus


For harbors of the homeland watch
	Where wait our hopes and dreams
And eye on our horizon sheer
	Believing real what seems
As searching for a long-lost face
	Within the billowed cloud
While worrying that all is lost
	Though never spoke aloud:
Unending want without elation
	Yet still to watch entranced
As if invested time were banked
	Withdrawn on fulfilled chance.

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Agate


Within a world of wind and stone
	Where grasses sing upon the loam
		And sun and stars adore the moon
	Like children laughing in her home
So will I know you, no more alone,
	And touch your hair as hearts attune
		To twinned eternal destiny
	In love's unbounded mystery.

So cast our shells aside to fly
	As free as eagles, and as high,
		To see and touch our guiding star
	Two souls who living silent are
Known, in certainty at last,
	Beneath the light and shadows cast
Knowing, open, fully met,
	Upon the earth, where sun has set
Beyond the sweep of ceaseless seas
	Ourselves to know,
	Ourselves to please.

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Jeannette's Poem


Before the nations came to be
	And darkness gripped the land
When mercy was obscurity
	And right was strength of hand
There walked a bearer of the light
	Who taught the grim to smile
And never may I offer slight
	Till I have walked his mile.

A counselor to kings was he
	Who took his meal with thieves
Who gave his all for such as me
	As much as who believes
A man of an original mind
	Who spoke with words unsaid
Who opened eyes that once were blind
	And restored to life the dead.

Perhaps the paths into the light
	Are as many as we are
But one is known to be as right
	As sunshine to a star.	


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Charlene


What is within, that ever sees
        among the clouds above the trees
the forms of mythos taking shape
        that men would seek, and try to ape?

What source of power draws us on
        when all our dreams and hopes are gone
that keeps us growing greater still
        when growing is beyond our will?

Whose heart is this, within this breast,
        that pulses life though death seems best
and raises eye to seek again
        the glowing bloom within this fen?

Is it not the spirit's own
        whose song is heard, from heaven grown?


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Child


My child I raised into the night
	toward the moon and bright starlight
To gaze upon the mystic lamps
	that gave our ancestry a chance
A babe of wonderous seeing eyes
	Without a mask of truths or lies
To be upheld in my young hands
	My child between the skies and lands.

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Suit


The heft
	and balance
Of a blade:
	Honed precision.


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Business


The tool of our choosing
	for our ruggedest dream
Where our golems make war
	and our parlays may seem.
As armies of levers and cold rolling wheels
	inexorably move
While our magic reveals
	the fruits of the worlds
To feed all our nations
	to shelter our lives
From darker predations
	And guiding our course
The bright star still shines
	To music born live
From the finest of minds.

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Scent of Shadow


The scent of shadow lingered
    well into the dusk
In lines of knowing, waiting,
    a memory of musk
Into night to work free
    Hardly looking up
Until this sleep has swept me
    Into dream's night cup.
I dreamt there was in winter
    a widow without spring
Sweeping in her dark gowns
    dark eyes lingering,
Like a raven silent
    as silent as could be
Save only black skirts rustling
    rustling around me
And as she bent to whisper
    a meaning meant to be
I knew a sudden terror
    and struggled to get free
Yet in the waking moment
    I turn to see you gone
And gratefully can linger
    Eyes to growing dawn.
And in the day I wonder
    Wherever are you now
And under my own sunlight
      Planting where I plow,
Whatever was the knowing
    That carried you away
So grateful to have mentioned
    The night which is full day
For had you not retreated
    When I spoke names of gods
I never would have noticed
    a love against all odds.


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Sun on Stone


Morning slides to wash the stone
And sunlight stretches true
Upon the rocky mountain
Beneath a wash of blue.

Where one star pins defiant
Hold firmly yet for dawn
Till sunlight grows triumphant
Beyond where hope has gone.

And on a peak of insight
Where only starlight fell
I spoke to you of moonlight
Though you were in the spell.

To dance upon the mountain
To sing with clearest voice
Drunk on daylight's fountain
Insistent on the choice...

And I can name the fool
As shadows come for me
To slip into the cool
As you wander toward the sea.


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Diana


She swirled the stars falling
	In the evening of time
To live her bright calling
	Nobly sublime.

As caught up in living
	She worked to make right
A gift to be giving
	In goodness and light.

Sincerely she taught 
	Of Noblesse Oblige 
'Til angels have brought
	Her home to her Liege.

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Theresa


I had thought to be a holy man
	One called by others wise
And fancied I might make it
	Until I met her eyes.

The depth of soul that shone there
	With light that lifts us up
The hand that gave her bread to me
	And smiled for me to sup
Has brought to us the angels
	Has brought to us a song
That David might have dreamt of
	That Solomon would long
To hear the woman laughing
	To see her living smile:
Though bent beyond all breaking
	She stood to walk His mile.

And in the stillness hear it
	And ponder in your heart
She raised our human spirit
	Beyond the reach of art.

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Amethyst




You touched me
Quiet as sunlight
Warm upon the skin
Where the seawind
Had chilled
And smiled
In your eyes
Calling me
On the shore
With the waves
At our side.

And I thought
That it could happen
And I thought
It could be
for moment 
shining silence
when you touched
inside of me.

But day now has fled me:
Today now has died
And I'm left 
In a moment
In a dream
Of a bride. 


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Moliere


Awakening, eyes sang to life
	with humor free and fair
And sipped her tea in calm sunlight
	Upon her lap, Moliere.

Puzzled, I could only gaze
	and wonder of her thought
And with her smile upon my days
	I gave bouquets unbought.

In time she is no longer there
	and that life ancient ruins
Her memories to me are fair
	her words profound as runes.

Change fills our heartwings
	Celebration lifts us up.
	

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