A home away from the cries of the maddening crowd.. 
Fragrant rose bushes and lilies it pleasantly enshrouds.. 
A garden gazing the silently flowing river.. 
Scenic scapes of  land makes the heart quiver.. 
Morn brings chirpy feathered friends to door.. 
Time for pensive thoughts and images to explore.. 
Noon yields to the languid dance of the autumn breeze.. 
Siesta brings peace and rushed...

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Post the day to rest and I.

Gentle night come lullaby.

Whisper to my ear and kiss my eye.

Set free the stars to reign the night,

And wash away the day’s goodbye.

Cover me, let my dreams take flight.

Bring to me my love rejected

From my night reverie selected,

For days love dejected.

Entangle my cataleptic bed,

With visions of life that I’ve corrected.

Let her kisse...

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This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.

Time and Windows

If the past is a tattered old book,

then why am I a ghost

at my mother's window,

so clear I can sense her mystery,

and her brown eyes, so alive?

Look, I can fly to her

through the high windows

of my memory

until I'm so close that she disappears,

and the curtain flutters silently.

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These travelling shoes
lackadaisical partners
walk without weary wonder

they drift past
poplar-lined roads
into tangential horizons

and that is where
this wandering soul
goes off to, willing

and remembered only
by fleeted echoes
of short-memoried soles.

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