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A Poem by Dean
Behind the reaper, glistening beneaththe fading rays of light,crude elements of happenstancelie in its wake, passed overand awaiting those who gleanth..
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A Poem by Dean
Like most everyone,I meet at times a taskthat I regret--one that Iwith passion will embracebut soon must face insteadmy nagging lack of skilland forti..
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A Poem by Dean
Every now is newand restless in its unmarked tomb,though joined by onemagnificent and restive showerof its fellows, gone andraining down forever, neve..
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A Poem by Dean
No longer may I fight the imagehaunting me--hovering over you,then plunging down, deep inside you,helpless at an ecstacy that overtakesmy body as you ..
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A Poem by Dean
There is a hunger ceasing notthough worlds unitein philanthropic ventures with a zealto please both cynic and the credulouswho travel down the lanesof..
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A Poem by Dean
It's Always Morning--MonologueThe title is a truth. It is a quotationfrom my deceased son, several years afterhe took his life, and was given to me o..
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A Poem by Dean
To one who lies awake acrossthe watches of the nightsubsumed by just the soft cocoon of thought,I am the whispering walls thatstubbornly invade your m..
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A Poem by Dean
As I awoke this morning withan urge to writeof nothing in particular, I thoughtof endings I have written of before.and of the many times nostalgiathat..
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A Poem by Dean
It took an opera,a composer's life and beautybursting forth with melody within him.Then from the scaffold, Mario the painter seesdiscovery of harmony ..
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A Poem by Dean
It is as if alternative were even feasible,and thus reduced to fear, deception comes as that black leviathan, silent in approach from ocean depth unkn..
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