Dennis Lambert Poems

I sit on a log.
The pond holds a yellow moon,
And the wind whispers
Of when you sat beside me
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This house is empty.
I wander about all day,
And I think of you:
Trying to stand where you've been,
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Her tongue was so sharp,
She even told men off in dreams,
And woke with a start
To find pillows on the floor
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You know him! He gives every poem a “one, ”
For him this is joy, for him this is fun,
He does this all day,
This is his way.
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Already you are within:

As familiar as the beating of my heart,
As vital as this life-blood surging,
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Light spills over concrete canyons,
Rising vapors illuminate and dance,
A thousand gems of gutter-glass glisten,
And an open hydrant harbors rainbows
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Reason said:
“Do not fear that demon in your door,
it is but a patterning
of light and dark, and the evil
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I wish I didn’t love you so.

I am the stream complaining as I go,
And you the slope that makes me flow.
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Horizons are distant,
The ocean is vast,
The sky stretches out,
Too far above the mast.
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I want to be in your kitchin’
When it’s hot and hoppin’
And you’re bewitchin’
Lids to start a poppin’:
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