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Dust and Pieces
A Poem by
Phoenix
A sprinkling of dust sparkling on a sunbeam Floating in slowing motion through my view Brings my thought back again to you. How a man can think..
He Shines
A Poem by
Phoenix
He Shines! Glowing enlightenment; Gnosis seeker defined. Casting light where shadows grow with radiance sublime. Reaching thru the distances and ..
Fernando - Part 1
A Story by
Phoenix
The sun sparkled over the rippled surface of the gulf and burned off the early morning sea fog.The groaning metal frame of the rig and the whisper o..
Feathered Concerto in a Dusky Wood
A Poem by
Phoenix
Whitherward west the sun does set o’er the twilight wood And harmonies of living things color the leafy domain. Darkness covers twig and bou..
How Many?
A Poem by
Phoenix
How many secrets never shared? How many a man never cared Enough to know Our crosses borne in silence? How many lies? How many blind eyes ..
Billet-doux to a Monster
A Poem by
Phoenix
Thanks for the nightmares, Thanks for the fear, For the broken reflection I see in the mirror. Thanks for the ever-weeping wounds Oozing through..
Picture Frame
A Poem by
Phoenix
About a picture frame that sits on my desk
Disused Implement
A Poem by
Phoenix
The cold sun shines black today And with gentle word or none at all Falling in silence through time suspended, I feel. I feel the loss not my ..
Ode to a Cherry Blossom
A Poem by
Phoenix
Shy poof of many-layered petal Delicate of form and hue, On unclad arms you dance, For only a moment in May, The still chill wind your tune. Go..
One Summer Twilight
A Poem by
Phoenix
When softly sings the lullaby Of Summer breezes through the trees And twilight lingers, warm and slow It is melancholy the dying day embraces. I..
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