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Amber Dawn | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. Of What Men Know →. August 3, 2015 · 4:37 am. Amber dawn, ‘neath blushing skies,. Quells the azure’s limpid eyes. From dewy tears of morn. That cling in hush and silenced breath. Beyond the long cold arm of death. That’s stilled in stone when days are born. Here upon this Scottish hill. O’er grassy lea and whispered rill. The sea in silence kisses. Rocky shores where lovers leapt,. Shipwrecked crews whose secrets’ kept. Within their love, their misses. Address never made p...

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Family | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. February 17, 2016 · 5:26 am. The Waiting Room and the Aftermath. Time compressed a lifetime to a single moment, drawn slender, nearly warping the second hand, yet each escaping stroke pounded heavy, a muted hammer against the polished anvil of time’s progression. The waiting was over. Wringing hands and silent prayers were done. You entered, unwelcomely wanted, through an angel’s open door. It was June. Iowa June. I will never hold his hand again! Fleeing you, this trap, I...

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Mountains | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. May 11, 2016 · 3:27 am. Between the gilded scents of morn, standing open, beckoning,. An archway calling heaven’s song, reaching for my soul. Spun in precious mountain light, thinnest air in reckoning,. Stretching white the shadows long, waiting for my toll. I know no sparkled band of path that led me to this place and time,. I know the keeper, owner, not, yet dare, I seek to meld sublime. Into the space held just beyond, heart and soul in conflict,. In subtle murmured rhy...

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Ethereal purpose | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. Tag Archives: Ethereal purpose. August 25, 2015 · 4:19 am. Of What Men Know. What stands before the path of man that to his conscious calls? What errant spun devices cast a doubt where shadows fall? What is the fleeting last regret that spins a temporal web of lies? What casts a haunting second breath before the mournful cries? Tis locked in deep regression, where only courage can transcend. Tis in the danced illusion that wraps his mortal soul in sin. Call a toast to life!

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Of Passing… | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. Eternal Patrol →. June 29, 2015 · 3:18 am. Ashes drift across the page,. Smudged in ink that lies in rage. Left loosened by these blotted stains,. So holds the moment thick. I sit with silenced, emptied mind. Denying few the words I find,. Yet nothing blunts the pain. That bends these lays in pages sick. There is no hope in honesty,. When to the last, emotions fail. There is but lucid clarity,. That paints the final moments pale. Flesh deprives the man behind. Writer, poet...

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Dreams | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. May 11, 2016 · 3:27 am. Between the gilded scents of morn, standing open, beckoning,. An archway calling heaven’s song, reaching for my soul. Spun in precious mountain light, thinnest air in reckoning,. Stretching white the shadows long, waiting for my toll. I know no sparkled band of path that led me to this place and time,. I know the keeper, owner, not, yet dare, I seek to meld sublime. Into the space held just beyond, heart and soul in conflict,. Mists evade the rollin...

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Nature | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. May 11, 2016 · 3:27 am. Between the gilded scents of morn, standing open, beckoning,. An archway calling heaven’s song, reaching for my soul. Spun in precious mountain light, thinnest air in reckoning,. Stretching white the shadows long, waiting for my toll. I know no sparkled band of path that led me to this place and time,. I know the keeper, owner, not, yet dare, I seek to meld sublime. Into the space held just beyond, heart and soul in conflict,. March wind stalls,.

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Poetica Victorian: A Journal of Classical Poetry: Welcome

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Poetica Victorian: A Journal of Classical Poetry. PV Press, Inc. Poetica Victorian has moved to a new website at http:/ www.poeticavictorian.org. This page will soon become the new blog site for Poetica Victorian. Please visit out new website for all other needs. Welcome to Poetica Victorian,. So come and read and be merry, enjoy these great works and hear our message. You will lose nothing but you will gain a revelation into the deepest soul of the purpose of poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Poetica Victorian: A Journal of Classical Poetry: New Website

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Poetry | jaybluepoems

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Photos – a leisurely rambling…. July 13, 2016 · 2:49 am. Step and Repeat (Human History). Cast and forged in nature’s fire,. Setting sun, low, reaching long. Across the smithy’s face of soot. The glimmered rays contrast the gold. And hammered sparks of iron,. Bent to will,. Graced to twist,. Blends in halo delicate,. Beneath the hammer and the fist. By might of nature, by strength of man,. These countries forged to bend the will,. Die hard in heated steeps of anguish,. Dig deep within, stand now to fill.