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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 Madness  Villanelle 6/1/2016
 Sing Misc 6/1/2016
 Last Hope Misc 5/31/2016
 Phone Misc 5/31/2016
 Elephant by the Door Misc 5/29/2016
 May 29 Misc 5/29/2016
 Shadows and Myst'ry Misc 5/29/2016
 Gray Flannel Life 5/26/2016
 Casablanca on Fourth Avenue Misc 5/26/2016
 May 26 Haiku 5/26/2016
 Winter Wind Nature 5/25/2016
 Tomorrows Misc 5/24/2016
 Of My Time Misc 5/24/2016
 Searcher Ballad 5/23/2016
 Refrain Misc 5/23/2016
 The Right Words Misc 5/20/2016
 A Good Time Nature 5/20/2016
 She Rests Her Head (Soft on My Shoulder) Love 5/19/2016
 Golden Misc 5/19/2016
 Time and Tide Misc 5/19/2016
 The Dance Limerick 5/18/2016
 Gyr Misc 5/18/2016
 Clouds Inside Misc 5/18/2016
 Happiness Misc 5/18/2016
 Homage to Gray Misc 5/18/2016
 Just Passing Through Misc 5/13/2016
 Entropy Misc 5/13/2016
 The Keyboard Clicks Triolet 5/13/2016
 Joyride Misc 5/13/2016
 Late May Nature 5/13/2016
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Madness

On my shoulder, a perhaps-angel
half-heard, whispers cryptic words
sometimes joyful, sometimes strangeful.

Soft, like drifting, misting rainfall
comes a message faint, obscured
from my shoulder's perhaps-angel.

Poignant songs in verging-painful
keys come rueful-wry absurd
sometimes joyful, sometimes strangeful.

Verse unfurls as ever-changeful
revelations soft-conferred
by my shoulder's perhaps-angel.

How the sweet words warp-derange all.
Lines of reason reel soft-blurred
sometimes joyful, sometimes strangeful.

Fascinating tongues of flame call
sing as though a dulcet bird
on my shoulder, or perhaps-angel
sometimes joyful, sometimes strangeful.

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