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In youthful days
She was my mistress
Her favor I sought to wear
By my questing heart
As older I grew
More mysterious she became… 232 more words

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Forgotten Fort

Day twenty four of NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge is to write about masonry or things on the lines of walls, arches and stuff.

Next to my old school, there lies an old fort. 112 more words


Dejeuner du Matin

I’m going to cheat a little bit with this morning’s poem. Normally, I type it all out myself, in an effort to remember what I read. 140 more words


Crossing Brooklyn Ferry - by Walt Whitman - 1819 - 1892

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
By Walt Whitman  1819 – 1892

Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour high—I see you also face to face. 1,775 more words


No poem ever came

No poem ever came
from compulsion—beyond.

All poems that compel
are compelled—from within.


Happy 450th, Shakespeare!

I am ashamed, and do confess regret
To have forgotten, well into this night,
A solemn date no writer should forget
Commemorating one who brought great light… 71 more words


Tucked Away

Tucked away

I held on to

My toys

Each a memory, smile

Time when

I was free

Close my eyes

Imagine the world

A trove of possibility… 35 more words