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There's something sweet that moves the garden air,
It fills my chest with embers of the sun.
The morning dew clings light as starlit hair,
Upon my face their luster softly spun.
And yet I know the comfort of these hues
That once had led me down to kneel and sow.
The darkened groves beneath the wistful yews
Have loosed me to the place where gardens grow,
Where you, so sweet, compel my voice to sing
With birds that soar along your tower's ledge;
They've carried you within their loving wings,
And clothed your heart with flowers of the hedge.
Beneath the stars my serenade begins,
For you whose roses kissed soft summer skin.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
The Hardest Forgiving Slant
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9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023
commenced during the Ten Days of Awe
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we debase our language daily,
robbing the spectacular majesty [example]
of awe with the common overusing
vernacular of “awesome”
especially forgiveness is degraded,
we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly,
costless, less than cheap, with even the
snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded,
but move on to the next rudeness
but today I will not permit myself
an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting
of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow,
when we can obfuscate our intrepid
dishonesty one more time…again
to forgive those who have injured us,
not that hard, or the judging deities,
who silently wink and nod, but offer
no certitude beyond trying, itself a
maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this
trying tacking the constant requests
so first an etymology explication on
the tension inherent that very word,
f o r g i v e
As a word, as a sensed,
intuitively-
it is a
Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2)
to
forgive is
perfect,
to forgive is
continuous,,
to forgive is
infinite!
what a marvelous, perpetual
past, present and always futuristic
word (alas)
The Hardest Forgiving?
to forgive oneself
so nearer to impossible,
the first responders doing triage,
leave people like me for last,
as it a unconditional condition
with no cure that can be effected
indeed, by our very affect,
they instant diagnosis seeing our
very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions,
all reveal the hopelessness of
the never-to-be-given-grace,
among us
for a thousand years,
I have tried and failed to forgive myself
for the worst I’ve done,
and there is no sword or club,
blood-letting,
that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry
so I write poetry,
a salve that offers
temporary relief,
while I write,
imposed a
momentarily distracting,
a kind of dusting of self~spin,
that chills myself
just until
the, this!
poem is finished,
the slant is drawn
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
The partly frozen lake
Still quite spry alive
****** and late mallards
Temporarily reside
Shared open water spare
Disorder oft ensues
Waterfowl in panic as
The ****** glide amused
Bare-boned branches bent
By early Autumn winds
Nature's karma paying
For sultry summer sins
Sun days in November
So modestly are doled
Joy is where the shadows form
And winter is forestalled
rc
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 12:03 AM UTC
I count one, two, three and I can't believe
We've made it this far; still such a dream
Somehow, you treat me like a queen
Look, my love, at what we've achieved:
Moments together we can treasure
Conversations I'll always remember
All of the love and all of the laughter
The closest I've been to "happily ever after"
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
We’ve all heard it
The ups and downs
Of life we’ve all felt them both
And life right now
Is like a boat
That’s starting to overflow
And yet with this
This simple truth
I would just like to say
This slant of life
Is going up
And tends to go your way
Do not throw out
These words I say
I mean them serve you well
Your life is short
So don’t hang on
To when you are not well
Alas it comes
My parting words
So please lend me your ear
Don’t give up hope
Don’t get so down
Your happy days are near
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
Virginia, you're a state of mind
A young girl with tussled hair and a warbling voice,
I would've enjoyed kissing someone so kind
But now Virginia, I believe we've both abandoned those thoughts
I can't seem to find you anywhere in this building or this head
Loping along, I wonder if you've drifted off
It means so little, you're late afternoon confession
It's easy to stand around and wonder what could've been
When I ought to be working towards my unsteady profession
Virginia, you're a whim on the wind
One that I dare not belittle or forget or act upon
I hope what you said wasn't meant to make me bend
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Head start on a frozen night
we'll trickle slow down blighted
street ways
and mix our crunching footsteps
with our ever-rougher laughs.
Grab a drink
too tired for sleeping.
Work weeks pile up, getting deep and
I don't think apartment walls
can contain us one more night.
So save a drink for me,
and meet me out on Longstaff Street
I've got all night and an axe to grind
You've got a case of cold friends
and a troubled mind
so let's pace
this neighborhood.
Pull up my roots, we'll untangle yours
from Knowles Street, right on Marshall
walk and drink for hours
'til we sink
that slant street moon
Transplants grafted to this town
we'll spread roots in these downer
regrets
and spill our gravel laughter
on the sidewalks with these beers.
South, back home,
a handful got it:
rotten nights pave paths to coffins
I don't know how many steps
it'll take to cool our heels.
So grab a drink for me
and we'll go walking Longstaff Street
We've got these drinks, we can disappear
into a slant street night
where no one'll hear
how ****** up
these days become.
I still think back on Emerson Park
that Summer night we fled from
the cops through the dark
when the Russell
Street traffic hums...
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Living life on a slant.
Things keep slipping
Just out of reach,
Looking like they are far,
Too far to be here or there.
Everything is unobtainable,
People seem like they
Plot against what you
Want for them and for your life.
Smiles seem crooked,
Sidelong glances lengthen,
And frowns look fake.
Nothing is clear when
The only perspective is
Sideways.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
My intention was not chivalrous,
It was entirely amorous,
So by letting you pass,
My intention was to look at your ***
And so…
You gave me a show.
And what an *** – it was.
As I let you pass – it does.
Some things to me.
I slap my knee
And I say: Oh Boy!
Such a joy!
And now that I reflect,
I realize it was the object,
Of something near perfect,
When I pulled away I nearly wrecked,
All because I was rubbernecked.
Even your thighs,
Gave me highs,
They gave me sighs.
So what is chivalry?
It’s men letting you pass,
Only to look at your ***
And you don’t sass,
Because chivalry
Is not rivalry.
And what an *** – it was.
As I let you pass – it does.
Some things to me.
I slap my knee
And I say: Oh Boy!
Such a joy!
We hold the door,
At the store,
You’re the decor.
We stare at your ***
And we let you pass.
You jog across the street,
My eyes aren’t discrete,
They just watch your ***
As you jog pass,
Your round ****
Perfect and plump.
Tightly wound in those gray pants
But I stare and I don’t just glance,
Your *** is what I desire,
Your *** is what I admire,
Your *** is what I’m chivalrous – for,
Your *** is what I’m amorous – for.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC