Tag Archives: Dreams

What Blooms Remain?

Posted on October 25, 2013 by Shainbird

What blooms remain To hold the cold In pure disdain Whose life consumes Past morn and thorn For them from wombs Paired-petaled lips Whisper to blur Harsh truths in sips Bouquet of mirth On air, beware Our tread on Earth … Continue reading →

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Pastures

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Shainbird

Like pastures, dreams Clothe first nakedness Floating fresh, crashing Into stagnation, rotted By conformity, to be Preserved in heaven Steeped in chlorophyll Without regulation, pride Tested by way of pills And bills, greed turns Faces, lights shine to go Yet … Continue reading →

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This Little Moment

Posted on September 15, 2013 by Shainbird

Before a friend persuades And television invades Take this little moment. A breath inhaled, A dream set sailed At this little moment. Toil and trouble Like a bursted bubble In this little moment. Beyond philosophy, A lot can be By … Continue reading →

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Dead to the World

Posted on August 30, 2013 by Shainbird

Upon the pillow of Poe Magic words flow in steady streams To the lullaby of Basho Haiku floats complete it seems In the folds of Gibran Lovely verse pierces with beams In the soundness of Frost A realm authenticating dreams … Continue reading →

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I Walked With Robert Frost

Posted on August 7, 2013 by Shainbird

With eyes closed, conscience suspended, Inhabited by fleeting moments splendid, I walked with Robert Frost, sigh, White hair, he wore a blazer, no tie, Standing in humbled stance only a few feet away, He was engaged to my cousin, how? … Continue reading →

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Back Burner

Posted on July 29, 2013 by Shainbird

I’ve got other fish to fry, So don’t you dare cry If I put you on the back burner. Sometimes I get in a jam, But don’t think I don’t give a damn If you’re still simmering on the back … Continue reading →

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Black Crescents, White Crescents

Posted on July 16, 2013 by Shainbird

The grinding of finite particles From a pile of soft ashes, old, cold, Blacker than when they sheltered Embers that glowed a mesmerizing Red, pressing them between fingers, Soot crammed under nails, waning Black crescents. Prints smearing A face to … Continue reading →

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As I Drift Off

Posted on May 6, 2013 by Shainbird

As I drift off leaving my abode, Come visions remote, of seeds I’ve sowed. A flame-haired man entered like a thief, Running amok, wielding a steel leaf, Killing on contact, then out he strode. I met loveliness perched on a … Continue reading →

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