Bruscamente (brusquely)*                                                     ­                             
Cupid!   Wingèd cherub warrior
Pluck this arrow from my heart!
Pierce one more compliant with your
Sweet love potion’s little dart!

Pesante (sadly)                                                         ­                                       
Leave me empty in my sorrow
For my lover has betrothed
So at least, until tomorrow,
Every form of love is loath

Scherzando (playfully)                                                     ­                             

In the morning, I’ll endeavour
To uncover unpledged muse
Then your little bow and quiver
And your arrows I … could use

Semplicemente (plainly)                                                       ­                     

Sweet paradox – mocks tragedy
For love … is love’s sole remedy

A quiet rhyme

A self-embracing silent poise and certainty
Where shattered will abandons jealous want
And life reflects a clarity of understanding

Restful arms

Deep and inviting, embracing me
‘Til my last doubt sleeps in that deep oblivion
Where dreams and truth gather to reveal
A vague and poignant similarity

Peace on Earth

Inside, the soul of puerile man
Reliving life not ever really lived

A quiet rhyme
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Alone we entered this domain
Alone shall we depart
And leave behind
Such solitudes

The voluntary choosing of
Involuntary choice
An eloquent expression of
An apathetic voice
A tribute to the losing of
All reason to rejoice
That subtle executioner …
Routine

Solitaire
Where even losers win … And winners lose

You will win
You will lose
Only you will know
Only you will care
And you won’t … really

Solitaire

Is this what you were born to do?
Or is this just diversion?
Or is Life just diversion?

Solitaire

He looks ... Once more
The wide, weathered barn door
Tilts … To the wind
Its hinges broken … Rusted
It will never close again
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Doesn’t matter
- -
A small, solitary swallow
Flees from the shadows within
Vanishes into a chaste sun
- -
He wonders … To where will he fly?
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A radiant white dove
Descends
Upon the shimmering tin roof
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It struts (in righteous pride)
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It coos (in blessed compassion)
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And
- -
It defecates
- -
- -
The field beyond this building is … just a field
Is there more than clouds above?
- -
- -
He hears the wife call to him … Gentle … Soothing
- -
His impotent body moves … Retreating
- -
The ache in his throat … Tormenting
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This time he’ll tell her that he didn’t …
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Hear the child’s laughter