Monthly Archives: May 2014

Destination: All

I am just six feet tall, Next to mountains, small, Yet over them I leap While under me they sleep. No ocean can prevail Against my little sail. The earth I open wide For treasure I have spied, And Mars … Continue reading

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View From The Top

That thing within that makes you strong, The will to judge what’s right, what’s wrong, Fighting foes you live among, And singing still your life’s own song Apart from lost and mindless throng, To which you never will belong, Because … Continue reading

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The Gray Lady

Across the street, at the foot of a soaring tower of granite, steel and glass, there is a long, narrow, sharply-cut stone flower-box. It is filled with a multi-colored variety of pansies this time of the year. In the daytime, … Continue reading

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Welcome

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slightly rounded triangular face, deep-set eyes under a wide brow and a fierce jut of a nose. Her lips, not too thin nor too wide, lay over a small firm … Continue reading

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The Ninety-Seventh Floor

The burglar opened up the door On the ninety-seventh floor, Closed it, heard a strange hard click, And knew that he was free no more. The walls began to move on in, A window seemed to beckon him. With little … Continue reading

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Spotless

When Sheila her apartment leaves The elevator opens wide, Spotless in its shining pride. The rooftop her orange hair receives, With rising sun and copter bright, Ready for its morning flight. Then Sheila to her job does fly— Another tower … Continue reading

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Night Watch (a vignette)

It was midnight in the financial district. A few soft lights were scattered about. The sidewalks and the narrow streets shone wet, yet somehow in harmony with the man as he walked, and paused, and walked along. He wore a … Continue reading

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A Shot of Life

Alive in his stride as he strode to the door, A-light with the memory of what went before, And holding to purpose entirely right, His hand gripped the handle—when out went the light! He ducked and he spun as a … Continue reading

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Ready

Yay, the wind is light now, Many birds a-wing, Everything is ripe now For the burst of spring. Softest clouds soft raining, Waking earth receives; Tiny buds are gaining, Busting into leaves. Now the sun comes flashing, Clouds rush off … Continue reading

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Modern Helen

All the sunshine in your hair, Mixed with wind that brasses there, Shows no beauty half so fair As your brow before them there. Light of forehead gleams with pride Of the mind you’ve not denied, Light of eyes is … Continue reading

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Mortality!

Immortal joy, if such there were, Would fall off from intensity, Like weakest wind with weakest whirr, Long lost to life’s immensity. Immortal love would fuel no flame, Desire not surge or swell; Immortal thoughts seem but a game With … Continue reading

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Don’t Give Up

Don’t give up on living When you’ve got life in you, And never pass up thinking No matter what you do. Don’t give up on trying The hardest that you can, For when it comes to dying You’ll know you … Continue reading

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Bonfire

Sat I safely on my tree-branch, Parted from the human race; You, you came alone to dance, I was struck by Beauty’s face. Eyes that held each swaying leaf While for you they lifted, waved; Even brown ones fed no … Continue reading

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Uninhabited

They’re not creative, not productive—these, These soul-less thugs who seek to bend men’s knees. A thinking self in them does not reside Who hate the man of knowledge in his pride. Originating naught, inventing naught, Clueless of one independent thought, … Continue reading

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Words Fail Me…

Is it a breath of starlight from above? Or flash of wind that hints of that thing—love? Words fail me, I cannot sing or write; Am I in some worn depth or brand new height? Day passes, unhearing of my … Continue reading

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Delicious

I dreamed I was some where— Smell of flapjacks in the air, A bit of fence to mend, A frisky dog for friend. Then clang and clang of bell, “Come and get it!” she does yell, And the sun climbs … Continue reading

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