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Flowers and Men and Fate

          Flowers and Men and Fate Palled eons hover in the space between Each falling petal, each palled eon called Eternity or death.  These, each one seen As equal, spy themselves as self-same, sprawled Like vileness, black.  Each falling petal floats To vacuum. ...

The War Poet

        The War Poet “a rich nature … fighting eagerly towards the truth.”   “I have a rendezvous with death                   At some disputed barricade” ~ Alan Seeger Alan Seeger  Not all war poets are the same as Brooke. Not all are like a cabinet display Of...

Blackness Stained to White and Pink

Blackness Stained to White and Pink Each dawn will come now From the white plum blossoms on                                Branches of black trees.  ~ December 4  2021 Where dawns derive from has been falsified By scientists.  They say it’s from the sun Arising.  Is...

Enamel Trees Longing Ago

         Enamel Trees Longing Ago The orange blossoms fill my native place. They fill it every year with white perfume. The scent has piquant yellow at heart’s space, The hearts held out bouquet-like, as a plume On green wing branches where the mockingbird Might...