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Someone Special

                         Someone Special Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Who has to be a special someone when He knows that he is loved?  Perhaps some sun God loves him.  Maybe he knows more than men...

On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .

          On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .  The one he loved the most was Charles Lascelles. We have to take Brooke’s word for it that he Was beautiful.  As Rugby tower bells Rang out the hours, a passion rhymed with glee Pumped hard inside the future poet, hard...

Shunning

                         Shunning Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He could have broken off the rose, its pinks And petals.  Hands veered past.  Perhaps he saw The curvatures as sacred, or the winks...

Laid Asleep

             Laid Asleep                                 “we are laid asleep       In body, and become a living soul.” ~  William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last.  We never laid In doubled love.  Love’s serendipity Was...

Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn

          Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn     The flowers in whitest rows set forth their white Perfume beside the Great Rift Valley on The day that Christ was born.  A rose’s might Is all that they can muster in this dawn Of Kenya.  That is strong...