John Lars Zwerenz Poems

Love the heart of all romance,
Must be of the sacred, laughing brook,
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Am I fine, am I beautiful?

Am I fine, am I beautiful?
I possess many rubies,
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EPILOGUE

Once upon a time, if I remember right,
I knew suffering upon the earth,
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THE FRENCH REVOLUTION

Amid the din
Of factories which lie within,
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PURPLE SHADES

The purple shades of silhouetted heights
Are one with the autumnal days and nights,
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The breeze is cool,
But it does not bite.
The world regarded us each a fool,
But there is no longer a reason to be contrite.
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WOMEN
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The First Sonnet

She is from France, there are roses in her hair.
She leans calm, pristine, against the wall of the church,
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The scenery of Mary's Court is green, white and gold.
Green are her trees, white is the sun,
And gold is of The Spirit, containing every other hue.
There are brooks which run, of azure blue
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ODE TO EDGAR ALLAN POE

The tall, ruined tower, by the sea of sable wine,
Where silver stars alight, in the moonless night,
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