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Recollections

                Recollections Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Dawn comes and wakens up inside my core The reminiscences that sleep inside The past, that sleep there, stowed subconscious lore That...

Love’s Predestination

       Love’s Predestination The baby Cain asleep upon the breast Of Eve with Adam looking fondly on Would be enough to make the sight arrest Unease in anyone.  At that white dawn Of motherhood with Eve as God designed Her lovingly, her man as beautiful In her fond...

It’s May! It’s May! The Month of “Yes, You May”

It’s May! It’s May! The Month of “Yes, You May” Traditions here are moss grown, very green And healthy.  Ordered ways have not gone down. The white dressed cricket teams can still be seen Though players’ skins may well be black or brown As maybe distant centuries...

Le crème

                 Le crème The mouth would speak.  The poem disappears. The heart desires to love.  Sweat fades away, Though.  Passion lasts for moments, not for years. He sits alone, Parisian café Amour around him where he used to sit With more than newsprint words. ...

Leave it Unnamed

      Leave it Unnamed It never is created by mere speech And silence cannot penetrate it.  Deep It always is.  It has a wounded reach Too often with a name, sometimes, in sleep But in the waking hours the names that come To it are shallow, like a shallow pond. No...

A True Love

                 A True Love Will you be tracing the scars on the fair Skin? (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…)  Will You rub limbs (herbals to cure)?  Black curls, hair, And strongness of nostrils—now you must spill Like blood the therapies.  Resurrection...