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Here are some of my old poems from the first PMO from way back when. I'm not looking to revise these, and I certainly don't expect comments on them; I'm just sharing. I've been a bit busy, a bit distracted, but I hope to have some new material soon.


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--------Florida
-------------------J'ai une âme solitaire.
------------------------------Brad Delp

Lizards and sepia sunsets.
I swim to the bottom, push off.

The air is charged;

I am the ground, drawing
the calmness of dead:

dust will not love.

Day breaks over the Balkans.
In starlight, I take in the Gulf.

_________________________

--------Supplication

A cooing sounds
from the tallest pines.
I tremble when I sense
its sonic caress.

Why does it tell me you love me
when I can't be with you?

Why do I listen when I can't bear
to hear the delicate call?

Fly, little birdie! Fly away!
Don't you want to do the right thing?

Leave me the frost
on voiceless treetops,
the sunrise,
and desolate night.

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--------Hello Sunshine

Oh, my Sunshine! Silver clouds are not
enough for you! Come closer! Don't forget
that I can raise whatever you can bet;
and if I choose the midnight over you,
it's just because you will not pray with me.

_________________________

--------Rx

The summer doesn't miss
the spring

it is what it is:
it's its own

Perhaps it's okay to hide
for awhile, invisible
like winter in the middle
of July

Maybe goodbye would
be okay

maybe today

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--------Wait

When I see your name,
I say it to myself

and shiver, shudder,
all of it! I'm lonely:

sinking feeling,
blinking cursor --

wait all day in love,
wait all night for you.

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--------Sunshower

Shards of the moon. Desert cries
on a frigid night. So cold, smooth.

Some summer of long days
and even longer nights. Some summer of you.

My heart hurts like the ground
where the pyramids are parked.

So difficult to apprehend like a sunshower.
You had everything I had to have:

rhythm, light, indifferent moon,
icy crystals in your sunset eyes.

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--------Summer Is Gone

Darkness, mixing it up
with a shock of clouds --

don't know if it's moonlight
or the last light of day, but
cool is on the edge of cold now.

Dining alfresco at the neighborhood bistro
isn't the same: my Summer is gone;
she's in a distant hemisphere.

I count the stars over Canada
and ache for her return.

_________________________

On a quiet night when you can't sleep

when pale moonlight
filters through the murk over India

look up from your oasis, wherever
that may be, and listen--

there's a hum within the cosmos

--I will hear it, too

You'll recall those perfect nights
when we stayed late and talked about
the many things that were on our minds:

the summer solstice, pomegranates
social justice; I saw diamonds in your eyes

and I'd send children into mines
if it would bring you back to me

_________________________

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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David W. Parsley

Neither sparse nor florid, full of the quickening of life. The work of a true poet and craftsman. I will come back here often, Tony. (The last one, with its awful Need, dropped a dashing stone into a crater of my person. You'll never know.)

 

Thank you. I think. (One of my highest compliments.)

 

- Dave

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hi Tony

 

 

Perhaps you could sticky this for this month's showcase on Member poetry so members can dip in.

 

The insane, ruthlessness of the final two line says it all about rationality, morality, when meaning is so intense:

 

and I'd send children into mines

if it would bring you back to me

 

 

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Neither sparse nor florid, full of the quickening of life. The work of a true poet and craftsman. I will come back here often, Tony. (The last one, with its awful Need, dropped a dashing stone into a crater of my person. You'll never know.)

 

Thank you. I think. (One of my highest compliments.)

 

- Dave

Thank you very much, Dave. I'm glad you enjoyed these and that the one you mentioned made an impact. Your thoughtful and kind reply means a lot to me.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Perhaps you could sticky this for this month's showcase on Member poetry so members can dip in.

Oh, I don't know, Badge ... I'm a bit shy to do that. :unsure:

 

The insane, ruthlessness of the final two line says it all about rationality, morality, when meaning is so intense:

 

and I'd send children into mines

if it would bring you back to me

Yes ...

 

I always appreciate your thoughtful input and encouragement. Thank you.

 

Tony

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

very intense poetry tony. i agree the last two lines in the last poem sold me. let me watch the hildren in the mine i don't want to be that slave lol.

 

 

all of thm is excellent poetry tthough i don't think this is a proper sentence lol.

 

 

 

victor

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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Well, I agree with, badge :), and good that I have one of the main position of the board, admin, so I can do that what he suggested. :) I love those poems, a lot. I remember that I, start loving poetry even more, since I become witness of the birth of most of your poems, that you shared within this topic. I still remember their meaning. You, can be in peace, and proud of how good poet you are.

 

I love your poetry, Tony.

 

Thank you for your decision to bring them back to us. I missed them a lot.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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  • 4 months later...

Your poems resonate with lines of great quality i.e: "Why do I listen when I can't bear

to hear the delicate call?" Tactful and clever use of plain language. B.

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Thank you, Geoff. Your kind reply means a lot to me. It came at a good time and helped pick up my spirits.

 

Tony

 

What a great expression, Tony: "pick up my spirits". I think any re-reading of our own poems should bring our spirits back. I admire your poems, old ones or new ones. But I would like to read some new from you. :)

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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I admire your poems, old ones or new ones. But I would like to read some new from you. :)

 

Aleksandra

Thank you, Sandra-Alek. I keep saying some new ones will come soon, but that's because I really believe so.

 

Tony :rolleyes:

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