Christine A Kysely Poems

There is a beauty in the written word
When not so much of it is spoken
The verbiage lingers in my mind
Like the taste of a fine wine
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Where do the Demons come from?
That reside in us from deep within
Where do their evil powers lie?
Were they always dwelling there
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Life is so Precarious...
So Tenuous...
So Fleeting...
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The Green Fairy visits me
From an apothecary jar
And gives to me
a Commoner’s taste of heaven
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Love poems written snow
Many lovely words not spoken
Don't leave me in Spring.
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Strong is a circle

Continuous, forever
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Brown leather pigskin

White leather laces on one side
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Eagle faces wind
Wind rushes him to the sun
Laden with silver.
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Reach outside yourself

Touch universe with your soul
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See before you hear

Listen but do not listen
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