frabjous
The touch of limestone coast between my toes, the waft of soft poseidon through his hair in salty spray parades as borogoves reflect, build nests beside and under, where along the clifftop prominence that beats …
Category: Rhyme
leyenda de los volcanes
sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior grasping hands fleeing parents’ cruel demands night falls quickly, need to campsnow falls quicker, cold …
On the Wings of a Fly
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
The Minstrel
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …
In Between
So, here I stand amid the briny surge That jostles surf upon the shore, Review another breaker’s jade converge With bristling foam. My gaze is keen Upon the far horizon, like a door That blocks …
Leviathan
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of piratry. Aboard the Rapax they had roamedFrom Holland to Cathay,From Sousse to Santos and had …
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[ From out the Frozen North he comes ]
From out the Frozen North he comes,Areek of fetid sugarplums;He bears a sharpened blood-cord caneAnd drags behind an emerald chain. The midnight clear is rent by cryOf Carole Singhers, first to die,And bleak midwinter’s silent …
You’ll See
Oh the Whos are who-whoing, they do that a lot. How I wish I could silence them with a garrote. They who-who in the morning, and all through the day, and then half of the night …