There's little of note to say about me, no exciting life style, no great wealth, no dangerous past. I write to order the thoughts flooding my mind, good, bad and in-between.The discipline of formal poetry helps to mitigate distress. Free verse releases pleasure. Sharing unburdens the soul. more »
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Mikita King Poems
Fare thee well my love, and let us not say Our time together was for ought than good, For though the dark of parting's now to come, The dread is born of memories all fair.
In the shade beneath the greenest laurel leaves Rest your thoughts despondent in despair, Darkness falls upon the littered forest floor, Amidst brown needles hide away dull care.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Fare thee well my love, and let us not say
Our time together was for ought than good,
For though the dark of parting's now to come,
The dread is born of memories all fair.
Smiled forth my heart as first I saw you play
Uplifted my spirit as loved one would,
Nor all the world's gold would furnish the sum
To purchase heart's ease thus beyond compare.