Poetry
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If It Meant…
I would gladly run around In the circles of your silence If it meant One day we would collide And find out what could commence. I will avoid your gaze For as long…
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can I still hear You when I’m thinking only of me do I remain righteous even when I am not right can I ask You any question or just the ones with…
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Freshly Fallen Hope (Greeting Card Remix)
Photo by Sarah Evans on Unsplash In the deadness of winter With your blinking thoughts Refusing to yield To anything But the wind and confusion Of disappointment and disillusion In the dreariness of…
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On Separation of Life and Love
[This post is dedicated to my sister-in-law whose father died a year ago this week. This poem was written many years ago when he was on his deathbed. Through God’s mercy He granted…
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The Ninth Hour
[This is one of my favorites and I thought a rather daring piece both because of its topic and style. I have decided at this time to not fully explain this poem but…
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Freshly Fallen Hope
[This poem was inspired by a photograph of a fresh snowfall at dusk taken by a friend and is the final poem in the quadrilogy. I have learned the hard way that sometimes…
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The Beauty Of The Evening
My eyes cannot seem to rest On anything, Save your face My hands have long been tireless In searching for yours Now with my lips no longer hiding Your name, My heart will…
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The Incandescent Beckoning
[This is one of my all-time favorites among my writing and I felt was a significant step forward in my progression as a writer due to the depth of the topic and pacing…