Archive for ‘John’

March 18, 2017

Rowan Berry

by rakepoetry

My Cork-Side, Irish girl

Your fingers thick with butterflies,
You speak with the pitch of old ways;
That perfect pitch, thatch-deep
In the rolling green meadows, set steep
In the cliffs of clare on a summer’s day,

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March 18, 2017

Fallen Angel

by rakepoetry

Sometimes I feel my passion spilling
out in sobs, the way a fountain overflows.
I know I hear it, sighing as it goes, and
searching my wings — find heaven’s wound.

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March 18, 2017

Garopaba

by rakepoetry

Right now on a crescent shaped beach
in Garopaba, Brazil it is 10 pm.

Flowers from a beautiful young woman’s
crown float in with the tide.

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March 18, 2017

I Know a Woman

by rakepoetry

I know a woman kind as any star

She called night her true home and sang
children to sleep with crickets in a jar,

And when she walked, she counted
all the constellations bright,

And when it grew cold outside,
she wrapped darkness in a scarf about
her neck and said she was lucky to
have the twilight;

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March 18, 2017

A Ribbon of Darkness

by rakepoetry

She wore a ribbon

When the world was
Bright as spring,
A ribbon of darkness.

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March 18, 2017

Pretty Moon

by rakepoetry

Take my hand gently,
walk with me. The stream
is full of silver rain now,
tree trunks are wet and
soaked black: Root Deep.

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March 17, 2017

The Last Train

by Harry

 

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When the last train

With its evening steam
Left on that winter day,
You were on it.

And there were so many
Things I wanted to say to you

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March 16, 2017

Voyage

by Harry

 

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I think of myself as a distant ship,
a man sailing—
without love or destination;
A place from the rocky shore with
your pretty-glass you can see me
standing alone on the deck:

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March 13, 2017

PORTO ALEGRA

by Harry

 

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You wore the rain

And I saw you
from my bus window—
leaping over puddles,
stepping through the door
to sit next to me:

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