O’ Liberty – An Acrostic Poem

Liberty’s wields her sword
in most imperceptible ways,

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Dance in the Fire – A Villanelle

Do not let your spirit be leveled flat,
your laughter should rise with the coming sun,
laugh, cry, and dance in the embers of life.

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To Be Human

To destroy is to be human,
we’d sell the sun to buy a candle;

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Supine and Standing Dreams

In thumping thuds of far off drowsy drums
I hear the restless distant call of questions,
beckoning me closer to feel their boom
and beat within my body louder the taunt

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Visions of Dust and Dirt

It’s things grown old that hurt my bones,
a spread of green can easily fold
to visions of dust and dirt, and worse.

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Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror

Should I compare you to a winters morn?
You are more bitter and more discontent

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