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Sailing
Limerick
Diamante
The Keys
A vision
In black
And white,
A decision
Of song to
Write, one
Stroke upon
The keys,
Provokes a
Sad degree,
Yet another,
Right after the
Other, hits a
Clear high C.
Used to escape,
The sound that
They make, creates a new world, abates a mind curled, with thoughts wrought, with
Naught, these keys whose
Song unfurls. The soft feel of the
Key, oft reaches out to me, playing
Long descants to spread, throughout
The world, and often swirled, around in
People’s heads. And now the music fades, the music once well played, lays heavy
On the hearts of those, who heard it once
Composed, a veil of dark, toward the
The keys does arc, no more
The keys do show.
Concrete
Serenity
Haiku
Questioning
Life of a Pig
Limerick
Summer
Emerald mountains,
White waves crash in a blue sky,
Sweet smelling flowers,
Glorious days of Summer,
Inch by like long lost mem’ries.
Of Death Tanka
He stares into the face of Death
Which no one hath survived,
But He not once, but thrice,
Had denied Death before.
He gently fades
From the view of Death,
And Death’s snakelike features boil in rage,
For Death has been thwarted again.
Free Verse
Forest of Dreams and Nightmares
Haiku