Dennis Lambert Poems

Little third world girl,
The bones and skin of you
Lie dying in the dust
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Grandpa, you are above us,
Over the sofa.
And when I move,
Your eyes seem to follow..
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You are my firefly,
Amid the others.
Your cool light beckons me.
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Even the whisper of a wind
Will woo these wind-catchers
To creak and groan, round and round,
Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.
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Ever was there wind upon this world
whispering sweet or surging savage,
streaming high, or howling low,
over oceans and rivers
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Your goodbye
promised
the death
of love.
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I want to swim with you at midnight,
In the dark of the salty sea,
I want to love you in the moonlight
It’s time you came to me.
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When the lake holds the sky and trees
rippling magically in autumn breeze

like a pallet holding and blending
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Higher we are taken,
Slowly higher,
In our chariot
Rocking,
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Smart and foxy lady,
We run together today,
And the thicket of love is sharp,
For me and you of tender heart,
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