This Red, Red Rose is Out of Place!

One does not leave a rose mid sandy beach: Perchance, a seagull dropped it here somehow? As much as I might like, I cannot reach or bend to such poor logic will I bow. Oh, No! This dying rose is out of place! It needs some dainty green and shady lawn. The sun has wrinkled…

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Love is Blind on Such a Summer Night

T’was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin; a sap! “Hee haw!”: a screeching noise that made him frown. But through the eyes of love, Titania sees our Bottom, hero, in the place of Crown! So,…

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“An Alabama Book Review”

An Alabama Book Review From Alabama’s red clay earth she comes; her forebears, Cherokee, whose welcome song she heard as she ran, barefoot, in the sun and with the Mockingbird, she sings along. Her tunes are copies of the lavish oak: her love; the red, red flutter of their leaf. And if you sense the…

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(Rondelet) “I Searched My Heart”

I searched my heart; forgiveness brought; her schemes were poison and my hell. I searched my heart; forgiveness brought: Her lies, dead promises I fought. So drew the water’s magic spell for damning holds an empty well. So searched my heart; forgiveness brought. Rondelet (French form) 7 lines, 3 Refrains, line 1,3,7. Rhyme Scheme: AbAabbA,…

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Growing Up In Southboro Park

“Growing Up in Southboro Park” A landmark on a map, forever there. Southboro Park, a place not far from school. Forever pasted in my book to share, I do recall that day I was a fool. At summer’s end, a picnic then was planned. My gown, a strapless, Lerner’s, stretchy bust. My mother warned against…

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