Monthly Archives: February, 2012

The Soap Opera

Part One: You knew what I wanted. When gently you uncovered. A slow-moving passion. Grooving strangers into lovers. A curled hand in mine. A touch of no conceal. Let blue skies unfurl! A sun shining real. I parted lonely space. Pulling you close to chest. Allowing lips a better taste of what lips only do …

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Warrior Poem#4 Empty Hands

connected to this wait a while to the poetic time a dear rush before she walks beside me the empty hand; such the empty heart. Where does one go. Meek, blind, still, in these empty hands. Only to wait. Copyright-2012-M.D.

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Lincoln Center Band Shell

The lone band shell sitting ways against the start of summer. Trees hugging vacant white. Pondering a clear sky. “All the world is a stage!” roars the imaginary crowd. Sitting to awaken. This emptiness before me. But I see them. I hear them. Clearly, these ghosts have been. A ham’s exhibition. To appease the night’s …

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A Poem For My Secret Love

These are not dark dreams, My Secret Love. You have written the dialogue for this movie. In such secret ways, these pictures playing By the light of telepathy. Flowing in eager constants. I have rushed with you to the shore. There, among the twilight of wind-swept sand, our feet touch breeze and water. Surf speaking …

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Rain Poem#3

all the wildness stripped bare in contemplation of a different you inspiring moments from the past Copyright-2012-M.D.

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Rain Poem#2

spirit hushed by solemn remembrance Copyright-2012-M.D.

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Rain Poem#1

endlessly, the seconds derived from constant observation hopeless entourage by the peaceful spirit my focus within a world of time Copyright-2012-M.D.

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Old Time Ode #1 The Mining Man Going To Heaven

It was these words that delivered me: From night at those depths. Several miles below. My days like shale, engraved, To the shaft house I must go. Buried beneath soot and dust. Lungs, heaving for some tortured, friend…. And the rail cars streaked. Out loaded with work that never end. He could see himself. By …

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Crossing A Civil War Battlefield: Union Soldier’s Poem

Battle winds ache like the bones of track dogs laying our rails of supply; To Freedom. Will she ever show? And what might this be but dreams we don’t know. ‘Cept the ache calling. Not forgiving the tired engine; sound of hum. Coming across from Atlanta; the prairie dust and Indian look-outs go to tellin’ …

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Something

Something might happen Then, Something might not. Transpire in this time so solitude allot. A moment or so while Something’s not seen. Laughing in the face of idle mind’s dream. Spurring the moment in transpire’s try. And Something is waiting but not asking, “Why?” Something so idle is nothing too due. And Something is trying …

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