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I really liked the flow of this piece.. reading some of the other comments.. I have to agree with what some of the others say... there is timeless poetry.. and poetry which is currently in vogue.. What is the difference? I think the timeless poetry captures both spirit and form of a piece.. It is in...

Like a leaf blowing in the wind, been up and down this dusty trail here to there, back here again, my reckless laid plans on the rail. I used to act like a crown jewel, not knowing this was high stakes poker, but life’s cruel, caught being a fool, my deck stacked full of jokers. Head still sizzling ...

I like this piece for the most part.. but as a reader I felt the word love was invoked too many times... Guess I would have done it a little differently...

Ailill, Avalon’s cattle king, did I know it would be your name of which I would sing? When with your alias I made my claim for fame. Immortalized by Druid poets of the Ulster cycle, your spirit lives on like King Arthur’s sword, Excalibur in the folklore and culture of the Celtic people. Owner of th...

Who was wrong?
We both were wrong.
Me, with my lies;
And You,
with that
glare of false pride
A-glazing your eyes.

Now,
These scars,
Hidden within
our hearts.

Can they be forgiven?

very descriptive of setting

Spring, do you not see your cross, in autumns leaves, winters frost? In youth we play with life, forgetful that it is rife with misery. The tragedy is seeing it take hold. Body young, spirit old. Skin wearing off bones. Hands wrinkled, hair grey, betrayed by signs of decay. Family, friends, taken aw...

Friend, do you see the woes of exile behind this smile? Searching for hidden treasures within this wheel of pain and pleasure I have traveled beyond all known horizons. Now, lost pilgrim, I am, come home From paths once roamed, and see it for the first time through different eyes. Wherever you go th...

Lights! Camera! Onstage, I was the rage, and the crowd went wild over my style, as I had them engaged straight from the page that I read, meanwhile, from down the aisle I caught her, charmed beauty, looking at me, beguiling me with her seductive smile. The room lent itself to the poetry, with the to...

The seasons of life come and go like the tides constant ebb and flo. A time of death and sorrow, the first snow is conceived during the moon of falling leaves. When the snow thaws all thoughts turn to the rebirth of Mother Earth, dreaming up the flowers that the rains bring. After the butterflies ha...

Elusive as the ghost cat and the flight of golden geese riding on a mountain breeze between rolling thunder above, and a crystal lake in the valley below. She is the enchantress of the evening. Queen of dreams, Mystery Maiden, oracle to the soul. To know her is to love her But she will not be contro...

From his perch in the aspen tree A young goldfinch sings an ancient melody, ‘searching for wings to help me fly through the afternoon sky. Eyes contemplate wisps of cloud floating by.’ Mind clings and grasps. Rainy Mountain blocks my path. Heart has her own task, food comes first. Then thoughts of f...

Interesting piece.. It really impresses on the reader the image of an onlooker in the poem, an observer who just witnesses the flow of events and images around him. It invites us to participate more in the life around us and not merely stand back observing... as the movie of our lives moves forwards...

There is some interesting imagery in this piece.. I like how you end it, 'just the sound of falling water'
Good resolution...

You and i, caged in our separate lives. Eyes meet across the street. Strangers to each other. Mirrors reflecting these words. Yours and mine. Can you hear them? Swirling currents flowing past each other. The thunder of the water splashing on the rocks down below, drowning out all sound. And the song...