Hidden Dress
Her small, girlish shoulders
Remain as beautiful
As in her magical youth
When the first romantic, brave boy
Softly slid her dress strap to the side
To softly kiss them in the pale moonlight.
If I could find that dress,
The perfume of love and hope
Certainly still lingers there
With the promise of eternal enchantment.
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Bob Dylan Heard The Voice
Bob Dylan heard the voice
Of a poet who died in the gutter;
That dying voice
Then seeped into his soul
Imbuing him with beauty and truth.
And that voice
Of the old poet is now
As hard as twisted nails,
But it still has the rare beauty
Of complete honesty.
Thus I continue to follow
The great wandering gypsy of song.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Garden of Flowers
When the wind
Sings a lonely song,
There is tear-mist
In the air.
The cold autumn
Is exhausting,
The fallen leaves sigh
In the windswept park.
I drink wine
Before going to sleep;
But even in dreams,
I have forgotten how to smile.
When I enter the grave,
Will anyone recall
Walking with me
In a garden of flowers?
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I Saw A Girl’s Flirtatious Wink
The world is drunken daisies
Staggering and singing
Happy songs in the sunlight.
There is only love
In every wine glass
Smiling at midnight.
There is no denial.
That desire
Intoxicates every fool,
But I want to dance
Beneath every
Exhilarating streetlight
Romantically flashing
Until the lazy dawn
Of demurring dreams.
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This Love Is A Flower I Can't Keep
walking through the neighborhood with you,
It was yesterday and I was a small child;
I didn't like your crew-cut hairstyle
and hoped my friends didn't see you;
Now, you lie in a hospital bed
and only want to go home to die;
we have long since become friends
and you are the child.
How to protect what is left of you?
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The Sadness
When I weep in darkness,
When the flowers fade
That I gave to you in a bouquet,
When the dream of your eyes
Meeting mine in a summery place
Has failed to materialize,
When I no longer have the hope
Of holding your hand
By the book store
Or the coffee stand,
I must retreat into the sadness
That destiny intended for me.
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Touch Her Yellow Skirt
In a world of pain,
Eyes weep more abundantly
Than an April rain.
I’m searching
For a geranium path
Where I can breathe perfume
And kiss her hand,
Find myself in awe
To touch her yellow skirt.
I wish we both had sunlight and coffee,
Apple pie from a city bakery,
And that we were smiling
Like we never smiled before.
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Christmas Presents
I try not to think about June
In December,
I try not to remember
People and places, beautiful faces
That have escaped my view.
Christmas presents
Given without love
Become landfill sadness;
And I feel, this year,
Every emotion
Is being discarded en masse.
You gave me a gift of tears,
That one I’m still holding onto.
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A Girl Will Kiss Me
Deserted by love
In the summertime,
I walk by the river
And speak to seagulls
And feed them my sandwich.
I used to worship the dawn,
But now, I awake alone
In a dreamless home.
I fantasize a departure
To an exotic place
Where I’ll have a new
And lovelier face.
A girl will kiss me
Who doesn’t intend
To make me cry.
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Compose My Every Poem
When the stars
Tire of dancing
In the swirling summer night,
When the crickets
Cease to sing
In the green July grass,
When the melody of the rain
Abandons the orchestra of spring flowers,
When young children
No longer play in the park,
I’ll still compose my every poem for you
In the lonely hope of winning your heart.
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