Category Poets

Sweet skepticism of the Heart – That knows – and does not know – And tosses like a Fleet of Balm – Affronted by the snow – Invites and then retards the truth Lest Certainty be sere Compared with the…

Sweet Pirate of the Heart, Not Pirate of the Sea – What wrecketh thee? Some Spice’s Mutiny – Some Attar’s perfidy? Confide in me –

Sweet is the swamp with it’s secrets, Until we meet a snake; ‘Tis then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is nature’s treason, And awe is where it…

Sweet hours have perished here, This is a timid room; Within its precincts hopes have played – Now fallow in the tomb.

Sweet – safe – Houses – Glad – gay – Houses – Sealed so stately tight – Lids of Steel – on Lids of Marble – Locking Barefeet out – Brooks of Plush – in Banks of Satin Not so…

Surprise is like a thrilling – pungent – Upon a tasteless meat Alone – too acrid – but combined An edible Delight.

Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain ‘Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn A pittance at a time Until to Her surprise The Soul with strict economy Subsist till Paradise.

Sunset that screens, reveals – Enhancing what we see By menaces of Amethyst And Moats of Mystery.

Summer – we all have seen – A few of us – believed – A few – the more aspiring Unquestionably loved – But Summer does not care – She takes her gracious way As eligible as the Moon To…

Summer laid her simple Hat On it’s boundless shelf – Unobserved – a Ribin slipt Summon it – yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In it’s sylvan Drawer – Wheresoe’er – as was she – The Affair of Awe –