Walk and Circle The Echo!

Here where the sun…
And I am only a shadow
In a burst of onyx light
Walk and circle the echo!
That first gave us life.

Where hexagons cells
Stars unfathomable—atoms
Diamond the night.
In flaming baptism's
Soul … frustratingly, bright!

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Art beauty and lust…

Her portrait has nobility,
A certain Je ne sais quoi
Yes, age has taken its toll…
But, the lady is well honed.

She could speak; Esperanto's
Whilst removing all her clothes…
There's a deeper perspective!
Such beauty oh how 'infective'.

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The stained glass windows

God has turpentine the walls
And brushed out the cobwebs
And wax polished the floors
But he always resists in cleaning

The outside stained glass windows
That filled his heart with light
Even under the darkest throws
Of some evil godforsaken night

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Digging in his vault of loam

Seldom have I seen a Mole
Digging in his vault of loam
His hands unworthy of a prayer
As he lumbers above the earth

Heavenwards ever so rare
Threshing he makes a dome
St Paul's cathedral is his home
A sacramental hole, alone
In his earthworm, bowl...

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With silk and thread!

Folks that run with butterfly nets
Over the sun and the moon
Should by their wings regret
Not the shadow of the loom
That clothed their bones
With silk and thread!
And hemmed their starlit souls
With hearts that bled an inky lead
Like harpooned whales

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The room

A room of draft and shadow
Of cobweb and tomorrow
And yesterdays of a thousand
-yesterdays ago,
Fit me like a snail-shell
Roaming round the gardens-well
Oh room of Grey December light!
Here my bones grow dusty light.
As light as darkness,
In the night

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Love unbeknown...?

Your eye is a stationary set stone
If it were a press it would
Squeeze marrow from the bone
If it were a wing it would

Plummet from its heavenly thrown
If it were the ocean it would
Turn a gentle breeze into a cyclone.
What is hatred but love unbeknown...?

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Love you've got beauty

Love you've got beauty
In abundance oh so rare
It's wild and it's earthly
-golden as buttercups in your hair
Unadorned and oh so radiantly
-dressed in arrangements fair.
Is that slender hourglass figure
Where I gaze into nature
Only, now all too aware!

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O how lovely is true love's kiss

O how lovely is true love's kiss
Whose rosy wine cup lips implore
Men's hearts into an eternal abyss…
Sacrificing their souls for-ever-more
Till all but nothing else exists
But O" a lover's fairy folk-lore
A tale of knights of yore!
A tale of true love'

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I Glean To Touch An Angel's Feather

I have not settled, on…
A song I like.
And, dear that is why - I write!
I glean to touch an angel's feather
But all I do is roll like a bolder…
Strewn-down the mountain-side
Bruised the color of purple heather
By these empty, ‘words', hell for leather.

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