Brian D. Roth
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I Would Rather Not Speak of LoveA Poem by Brian D. RothI would rather not speak of lovewhen words flow like wineonly to be damned by the coming of the dawnSpent are our spirits in sips and spillswhen our e.. |
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WisdomA Poem by Brian D. RothTonight, rather than weighing less than autumn leaffalling from a branch both brittle and beautifula man's spirit is heavy like brimstoneHeat hides be.. |
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EchoA Poem by Brian D. RothThe whispers of lovers whose words once dangled from willowsand dreamcatchersduring tender moments of warmth and hush hushflutter like a cauldron of b.. |
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Labyrinth of WellnessA Poem by Brian D. RothWhen a virus slips past your vales of vitalityand cautionand infests your fickle orificesspreading germs throughout your soul like the ashes of a brus.. |
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PlateauA Poem by Brian D. RothI stand upon the ledges of lifelike a peacockeager to spread its wingsand cast its ambitions into a miraculous moonbeamrevealing a rainbow as vibrant .. |
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KissA Poem by Brian D. RothIf a candle wishes to glow,'it cannot do it on its ownIt needs another's touchto deliver a kiss of flame |
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FallA Story by Brian D. RothWhen I was nine years old during the summer of '87, I fell out of my grandfather's old oak tree. I don't remember how high up I was, ten feet or so or.. |
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A Man May DreamA Poem by Brian D. RothSure, a man may dreameven if that's all he has left to hold ontowhile treading the waters of a world whose realitiesensnare like reefsand entangle lik.. |
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From A MountaintopA Poem by Brian D. RothDressed to the nines,my Sunday best ironed to hot perfectionI kneel at the altar during CommunionMeanwhile, my phone shrieks at me from inside my pock.. |
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I so often findA Poem by Brian D. RothI so often findI have a mind that doesn't really mind swirling and twirling two strands of spiderweb at a timemaybe threebut certainly no more than th.. |
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