Monthly Archives: April 2013

The Plan

Up, up and away, we’re on our way today; No matter if there’s dark, no matter if there’s cold, No matter if our blood runs slow and if we’re getting old! We grab the all we’ve got and throw it … Continue reading

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Ksenia

Ksenia, sweet-breathing beauty’s being, Alighting here with gold-soft hair And star-ray voice from lips so fair All I can do is hear and stare. And yet I sense intent of seeing Might send you off in sudden flight, So off … Continue reading

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A Conversation

Dave said, “Mack, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved before. For me you are the great One of my life.” Mack responded warmly, “Dave, that is just as true for me. Joe said we should get married, … Continue reading

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Crash!

To fall on bed in mirrored glow, My arms round you and yours round me, To breathe our breaths, our wantings show, To take what we are giving free; Then mouth to mouth to grasp the mind That seeks the … Continue reading

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Follow Her

Oh, who can match your Thatcher, Who stood for England free; And why have you not followed Her fight for liberty? She tried to lift you upward, Your own good lives to lead, But you have turned you downward To … Continue reading

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O Lightninged Soul

She stands above the sea-washed sands With sun-lit hair all wind-thrown back; Upon her hips her earth-grip hands Hold in fierce life that’s clear on track. Against the wind she leans so slight That we can sense her half-pent force— … Continue reading

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High

Light leaps through mind, Shatters wishes blind; Thought sings, spreads wings, Fills hands that take, Break, and re-make, To stake a life Climbing high o’er pain, Rising smiling over strife, Virtuous, sublime and just, Solid-souled and true, More than animal … Continue reading

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The Master

Beyond the Gates of Hercules The Gate of Freedom stands. The courage of a hero sees, And lifts him with his hands. He carves a statue beautiful From glowing, golden stone, And there she lives, heroical, Who has his spirit … Continue reading

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