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A Poem by Dean
The forest path pretends a voiceof purpose through distraction,birds sound their curious intent, and thenthe voices all around will cease to be,time s..
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A Poem by Dean
A man assembles in his mindthat which he knows, then listens to the colorsof oncoming thoughts, tempered in the fireof passion and of love.It is the k..
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A Poem by Dean
(Words of passage--my title taken from Dylan Thomas) To the Close and Holy DarknessIt is time.My forehead brushed with kisses,I am blessed with knowin..
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A Poem by Dean
My empire is the wind of change,that blowing field of gift and seizureout away from sanctuary,out in wilderness domain, wheresigns of hope are spare, ..
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A Poem by Dean
(Those who are familiar with the legend of"The Flying Dutchman," or even the Wagnerianopera with that title, will find it easy toget into this poem; i..
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A Poem by Dean
There we were, my coffee cup and Isecluded in the corner boothwhere flights of new realities,my own created children, rose and soaredand readily trans..
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A Poem by Dean
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson The RevelersA tilt of the headand ther..
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A Poem by Dean
Its singularity is insularuntil it stirs itselfand throws its restless particles away,out to the blackened, hungry sea,the heaving grace of ironywhose..
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A Poem by Dean
They dance.They tantalize.They titillate the upper reaches of my mind,where marvelous and airy things assemblejust to mock my consciousnessas if to th..
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A Poem by Dean
There are hazards there,to board imagination of another soul,to probe behind the rocks along the wayand find too much, converting chill into reality&#..
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