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Seventeen Bright Spears
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Look’st about, And all in, Small birds, in his debt was Homer wait the work we are current found To the hearth, Dost thou fall back further than my boat More rich than when the Jumna’s shore, A sailing vessel doth expand thee here. Seventeen bright spears were one tragedy, As each day, Who’s famous with the small twigs break, they are our pity...

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Faintly Glimmers
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Faintly Glimmers

Aug 10, 2019 by

Faintly glimmers here ‘Ah, my action I love must not tell Owlet of a nobler war; Along the shadows of thought, Than lieth in value, which I love is dight, Like some meandering rivulet, which love must be a rout, The heavenly chime; To a lonely planet there comes direct from Nahshawtuck to wield the winter bed; To bring me in the melting snow;...

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Last Conquest of the Woods
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Grey wall or books, Leave not the chopper goes round my inmost mind. And the sun allows a venture out the Cape, across some sweet music The restless ice doth decline, Last conquest of the woods, with my elegy shall ring Yet oft I glide, For all of my waterfall estate. Our village shows where yonder Ajax will not yet swept into a wisp...

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A Poem for Ellen
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A Poem for Ellen

Mar 19, 2019 by

Ellen True love, you promised was there no swear? our hearts were bound, true love, you told me But our pulse was just a wish unfilled it pains me to the core it cuts me and our passion is no...

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Woe at the Beach
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Woe at the Beach

Dec 26, 2018 by

One afternoon I said to myself, “Why aren’t shores endless?” Do shores matter? do they? Sands, however hard they try, Will always be coarse. Now grainy is just the thing, To get me wondering if sand particles are gross. Swimming is, in its way, the exercise of water sport. Down, down, down into the darkness of the swimming, Gently it goes – the woolly-headed,...

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Bold in Red and Yellow
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A bold look in Red and Yellow. Portrait painting refined. This was painted while seeking inspiration in the development of mini-games for Roblox. Hours spent and wasted playing some of the top games in Roblox: 48. It was a long weekend....

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Stretch Sketch
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Stretch Sketch

Mar 11, 2017 by

Some Lashed Travel   Your brow develops from north to north within the ultraviolet sorrow of the jugular! Because I love you, love, in the sky and next to the fire. When the night is full of sifted finger around pamphlets and acidulous muzzled hooves and the hairy mirrors and the droplets! At last give forth their lewd depth You enrich in the moonlight...

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Waterfall in the Afternoon
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A waterfall in the afternoon, as though it had been painted by Georges Seurat. Seurat was a 19th Century painter who is best-known for his large painting, Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. He was the initiator of the movement known as Neo-Impressionism. Of course, he also had several other famous paintings that expressed his style. I’m a big fan of his 1889...

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Relaxing Horizon
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Relaxing Horizon

Jul 29, 2016 by

Cool, calm, and relaxed. Listen carefully for the sounds of the light breeze rustling the leaves in the trees and the distant birds chirping to welcome the coming of a beautiful...

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Ready, Set, Go
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Ready, Set, Go

Jul 22, 2016 by

The tension is at its highest right before the sound of the gun, when the runner is in the set position, feet in the blocks and ready to spring forward at full speed. The adrenaline pumps through her body. She is ready to run. The Olympics comes to Rio in less than a month. Despite all the problems in Brazil–everything from politics to the...

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Old Wagon
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Old Wagon

Jul 17, 2016 by

Adventures in the Old West. Hearkening back to the days when the pioneers would ride covered wagons along the Oregon Trail, in hopes of a better life on the...

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Music of Joy
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Music of Joy

Jul 9, 2016 by

Joy is music. Music is joy. That’s the beat, man. Thus the fantasy is re-born anew, much like the phoenix that rises from the ashes in a cacophony of sound and...

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