Dennis Lambert

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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“I want to be in love again, ” she whispered
to the sachet fragrance of her dresser drawer.

“I want to be in love again, ”
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Lttle squirrel, bushy tailed and bright,
You're here, you're there, everywhere in sight,
Frantically you go, through day and night,
With flashing, frenzied, frenetic flight.
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There was a stud on the net called “Big Banyon, ”
He had a tool the size of a cannon,
And every lady ran
From this humongous man
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There was an old man in his eighties
Who desired to love younger ladies.
He puffed and he panted,
Yet they were enchanted
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There once was a man named Muldoon,
Who couldn’t carry a tune.
He’d sing all day,
If he had his way,
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I’ve been to the pond in daylight,
Waving images move free,
And swell in ripples bright,
With sky and bird and tree.
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Whenever the distance
Between my heart
And your heart
Overwhelms me
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Hey Muse, here we go again, in that dance that goes
Round the fire of Truth,
Searing our fingertips,
Licking hot our toes.
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Poetry sets me naked upon a page
for those who might care to gauge
the interplay of lines and spaces,
the dark and deeply hidden places,
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Ohhhhh! This morning I stubbed my toe,
Water in the sink wouldn’t flow,
Oh God please, where’s my wallet at,
These pants wont fit-I’m getting fat,
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