Lee Janes Poems

How shall I start my song? For I write these words
To immerse within your ears
Sweet notes of daily practices, dear mother.
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Human senses on emotion feather'd,
Hang by threads, make thy mind pleasur'd.
Frosted stream of crystal air
Cools the throats of men;
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On cushioned leather, gently he sits warm;
The window pane faces outside a stirring storm,
Slashed by the whip of rain; protected and cosy
And on imaginative waves, he set sail for Poesy;
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I split that magic concoction my young blood, you sent me, into two parts,
Using those ancient measured scholars work of the metric.
My muses are gliding above my head like mozzie darts,
Harmoniously drenching the stars while I try start my epic.
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Impossible to touch and out of my reach,
Unwritten codes which warn to not breach
These laws of conduct; someone else's possession,
All their own in a mistrusted lesson;
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Heart! Even now, alone, content, why do you speak?
Pickin' those tender twinned strings of your lyre
With your fingers slender; casting your song to seek
Oil painted visions of her sweet drenching figure,
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Is there a worse time?
When sleep releases you
From his grasp sublime,
Where images subdue?
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Let me count first up the dusts of Africa, and of the glittering stars,
Who would number the many thousands, of your joys.
Let the whole sky set itself against my breast, hurling meteors at my face,
And huge columns of fire, whirlwinds to suck up water,
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Let me tell you of a sight that I saw,
As I woke from tender sleep;
‘Twas a sight I've never seen before,
Did very near, make me weep.
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Let naught but kind words pass from my lips;
If my love is under bolt and bar,
Seldom can I see her; what comfort
Is there in this flowing river
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