Tromso Norway
Born delight
Soft seductress
Of my might
Fair face at passion
Dark night
Love lust fusion
At my hand
Fine-spun beauty
Of this land
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Russian Girl
Russian girl
Your summer dress
Has caught my eye
I must confess
Are you free
Just like me
Or are you taken
Unlike me
If love is lust of life
My lust for love is just
For I am blessed, for
Your skimpy dress
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Shakespearean Wish
A troublesome find
To choose words well
Your strength of mind
Gone straight to hell
To build a sonnet
‘Ts work of art
Do not neglect
Your strength of heart
For any one man
With simple math
Must draw a plan
And choose his path
Were my fortunes equal to my desire
A wish; for the missing syllables I require
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Evermore (Donny and Amy)
When Mother Nature’s calling
And my mortality rings clear
Voices I would aspire to hear
Of those to whom I hold dear
At my last precious moment
I choose to see before me
The treasured time I have spent
Near my daughter and my son
Knowing anon nothing flat
I surely was the chosen one
The many nights spent laughing
Long daylight’s eternal fun
Abstain from contemplation
I bequest each and every one
Eternal gratification
You’re my daughter and my son
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No Dress Rehearsals (part II)
Their only rehearsal for parenting was
The mimicry of their parent’s actions
And unfortunately
There is no dress rehearsal for life
A vicious circle, and
Ignorance was to blame
I was shown how
I should eat food and
The food I should eat
Whether I liked it or not
The fear of God and the God of fear
Temporarily made me afraid of
How I should think about religion and
How religion will punish me if
I chose not to think about religion
We were to speak when spoken to and
We were to be seen but not heard, so
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A Veil of Fate
The unkindly fate that veils the lover’s future
Such is the barbarous condition of new love
The imitative exercises of lost-loves past
Forgotten from the mind of mortal beings
Who fall in love, hook, line and sinker
Again and again and again and again and with
The coming of a new love comes the dream
That led them by subtle ascension to trust
One-another while the horizon momentarily
Broadened for the chance of a lasting love while
Shutting their eyes to complex possibilities of failure
According the power and the opportunity of fate
And the shining contempt of life that leads
The believer to self-denial of a failed love possible
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Bartering Bliss
The Beachfront Café
Is where she
Parks her geometry
Economically challenged
Sporting tacky
Bargain basement gold
Selling her service
She orders champagne
A lady of the night
She poses in the light
Of midday
Graciously grilling
Her tidy unit
Under Tunisian sun
She looks good
Garnished in red
Polyester
Her proprietor
Pampers a Perrier
Surrounded by
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It (the serial killer) (Mirrored Refrain)
Deficient lunatic, life’s abhorrent bounder
Cowardly species each and all and every one
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
Nor may it count itself as man or beast
A cad, a rogue a loathsome pitiful sight
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Selfish worth seeking immediate gratification
It’s helpless obsession, it’s worth a sad pun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
Loss redeeming nil, notwithstanding prayer
Convalesce forth and be exposed nigh light
Preys upon the weak and fears the rising sun
A dastard slithers throughout aphotic night
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About Her (Villanelle)
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She being found down by the shore, of Ice Lake
She being the frozen nude woman
She being the apparent victim of a madman
She being pretty like a one of a kind snowflake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She, being frozen solid! Said the newsman
She being, negative 33 degrees below zero for God’s sake!
She being the frozen nude woman
She, must be vindicated by the hangman
She must be accounted for, never to forsake
She having filthy finger nails like that of a workingman
She must have a name? Asked the police man
She must have had some identification for heaven’s sake
She being the frozen nude woman
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