moon batchelder Poems

my dedication
seemed too strange. you
dared at last
believe;
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wakening from dreams it seems by lyrics that insist
on using or enthusing me to manifest their rhyme;
taking hold my mind the muse moves words to hand and wrist,
as humbly i succomb to this endeavor so sublime.
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my fingers ache her body to caress
who as of yet lives only in my dreams
a destination, treasure so she seems:
not she, but love she means to me. no less
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given the past
and the last time i lusted
for touch
it is clear to me now
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an army garbed in shining black,
six feet to every man.
there might have been one thousand marching
single file across the sand.
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with the coming of september i'm the one who cries alone
the world will tremble less once i move on
another day, another way to see it like a stone
just tumble down the hillside and be gone.
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my most beautiful poetry
is about you.
most tragic, most touching, most real!
the feelings spill onto the page
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Jonathan was rich,
a fact for which
he can't be blamed.
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ancient collision of long ago continents
forced granite mountains up high, to where heaven is
snow-covered behemoths loom over valleys to
hide mythic land of shambala from common view
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on day one, i journeyed to pashupatinath where
three holy sadhus requested i join them. there
sitting before them were baskets - three small and two
big ones with woven lids. then one man asked 'are you
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