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Primordial Beaks Before Our Daybreak

   Primordial Beaks Before Our Daybreak The songbirds hop among the flowers, upon The ground, and on the branches of the trees And branchings of the roses.  In dark dawn They wake to turn their heads and search through breeze And whispering sunrise for their early...

The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone

   The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Joan Sutherland – “Last Rose of Summer” (1963) – YouTube  [Turn down the volume on this old recording or...

The 1960s weren’t exactly right

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The 1960s weren’t exactly right For stars who touched each other in the way That audiences hated.  Lovers might Endeavor to keep journalists at bay, But Robert Benevides...

Taatamata and Denham Russell-Smith

Taatamata and Denham Russell-Smith The evidence, it seems, implies that stuff With women caused him greatest grief, except For Taatamata.  Mother was enough To force him to desire control.  She kept Him on the tightest lead, as best she might, And love for Ka produced...

Music with Percussion Wound In

     Music with Percussion Wound In “Bound each to each” ~ William Wordsworth The skylark’s music phrases are a part Of nature’s symphony, but only some Of it.  A harmony weighs at the heart Of wide concerns.  Some sounds are like a drum. Percussive notes break...

Victory Ode

                       Victory Ode The skylark sings.  The skylark sings in rain Beside dark woods.  It sings as rain falls down Around it.  Everywhere is his domain. He sings his way to triumph.  Weather’s frown Is useless in his life.  The mist comes, so He sings. ...