Monthly Archives: February 2017

O Precious Love

O Precious Love, might you eye right my heart You’d see, not thirsting, throbbing flesh for thee, But great wide wings out-spreading far apart, More stronger than strong waves upon the sea, Far mightier than the mighty mountains stand, And … Continue reading

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If Love…

If love is an adventure, Discovery the prize, Then I have found with pleasure The treasure of your eyes. If love’s a hike up mountains To seek a rare view, I’ll step, first, in these fountains And look, refreshed, at … Continue reading

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Loved Slavery

I am not forced to look upon your face; I am not whipped to say your beauty’s rare; No villain has en-chained me to this place, Nor machinations base made me to stare. I freely owe my slavery to me, … Continue reading

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Queen Yuko

The throne of Yuko is a Steinway old, Where she gives orders for the keys to stir And make sweet music for her spirit bold. She points to one, and sings he out so clear She taps his brother for … Continue reading

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On Approaching Age

Your picture on the wall may say, “Although it’s me, ’twas yesterday, A yesterday of joyous youth.” Your mirror answers as it may, “I’m still the soul of yesterday, And day by day a surer truth.” And mind and spirit … Continue reading

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First Place

If million stars were melt’ within one place, If billion rainbows wove them round and through, If dawns by trillions over-waved and grew, Oh, then might ribboned nature not lose face When raising up the trophy won by you.

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Most Radiant

Most radiant face of all I’ve ever known, Or guessed, imagined, dreamed of, to me shown, Oh Yuko, so is your dear face to me. Thrown, all the sonnets I did think and write— Thrown bunched away as worthless works … Continue reading

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Ideally, You

I read your happy notes here, on this page, But hear no note of music from your throat. Imagination leaps to take the stage, But oh, ‘s too weak to capture one sweet note. Then how, you say, do I … Continue reading

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For Cheep

White pigeons sail around Gaily o’er a bell-less belfry, While sparrows below cheep By the old church door. The priest inside licks crumbs From off the floor, Praying men will sell themselves For cheap. A glad boy walking by Throws … Continue reading

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By The River

Sit down by the river, hear it roar; Forceful, ever going, no “Nevermore,” But always on, relentless, like a man Forever driving to a goal And will not stop from doing all he can Till he has won it, got … Continue reading

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Rhan’s True Justice

See? One commands; the other fires the shot. The first plays safe and is suspected not. For he the tangling web so well has wound, Placing careful clues against his “friend”, That that one makes no self-defending sound And through … Continue reading

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Akari Loves Chopin

Akari loves the Chopin touch, That makes sweet feelings oh, so much, And so for her I, too, send praise For heart and mind of happy days Where, when his melodies splash and pour They fill her cup up more … Continue reading

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Plato The Perfect

Plato spoke of real more real than real, A phantom deck for every mystic deal. He shuffled it and cut it on the sly, Up-sleeving all the aces from the eye. Then Aristotle spake: “I’ll take no part Of any … Continue reading

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The Self-Owned Soul

Oh, what, you say, is someone’s self-owned soul? It’s every mental part of who they are. Their thoughts and feelings, dreams, fill up that whole Which is a self as single as a star, A shining glory beamed through night … Continue reading

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A Lasting Song

No great bad philosophers will come again. The worst of them has spoken. Now, no more. Their mad bad words for only bad sad men, Like rusty leaves, scatter to the low last ledge Where winds of reason sweep them … Continue reading

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Savior

The man stood still against the wooden wall. They’d come to hang him, hang him high, because He’d said that never should one cower down To priests, nor anyone to anyone. “Obey” was not a word he recognized. The three … Continue reading

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The Tyrant’s Death

These thick, strong hands have grasped the ropes of bells, Pulled down and down, till clamored town and sky, Which swelled and yelled their voices far to sea. Who sails within those ships, upon those waves— O brothers come to … Continue reading

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Etude Yuko

Dear Yuko’s beautiful soul, so spritely light, Like Chopin’s music fluttering down a height, Now flits and dances, flits, to dance again, With ringing little bells on sweet-note feet, While fingers dong-ding melodies to men Who catch and catch them … Continue reading

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The Crown

I walk the city’s blocks, around and ’round, While overhead, upon night’s starry glow, Stands all of man, still, without a sound, Above the spires a-wink in lesser show. The Empire State, the building all men know, That stands so … Continue reading

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Hollow Rocks

Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks! I do smash them with my feather, Then I mash them all together. Hollow rocks, hollow rocks, hollow rocks! These were leftists that I knew; They pretended to be true, With a hard exterior … Continue reading

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The Lasting Sweet

Sweet Valentine’s—just five more days to go, Yet now, my sweet, are you more sweet to me Than any sweet tomorrows I may know. Yea, sweeter more than name of Valentine, Or Cupid’s darts, sweet shafted though they be, Or … Continue reading

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Our Highest Good

We have, upon this rock, within this wood, Shut off from noisy men and busy roads, That solitude which is our highest good. There’s no mad activists’ illogic loads, Nor coward thiefs to thieve us if they could, But only … Continue reading

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Battle

In the morn, so very early, In the tree-tops, overhead, Came light of dawn so pearly, Pearly, with a tinge of red. It was then they ‘gan their shooting, Shooting through the mist and shade, And the fierceness of their … Continue reading

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Glad Shadows

When do I know you most, my dearest dear? When in the shadows of our room your voice, Low and soft, up close against my ear, Says, “Oh, my love, with you I do rejoice, That you and I, through … Continue reading

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She’s You!

Who has played upon himself with sonnets, Sweet speaking through uneasy hours of night? Who’s given self entire to such onsets As wing his thoughts to love’s quick-flick’ring light? Now, up and down and roundabout he goes, A-whirly-whirl in shady … Continue reading

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