Norman F. Santos Poems

Sing ballads of tragic romance like a siren
And caress my name with a spell-binding levity
Quicken the rancor feel, ignite the noxious thrill
I shall clad myself with the best suit to enthuse you
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Inside an impassable night for a diffident boy;
Juxtaposed the pillar of his bed he coiled
From watching the final grain hastily dissipate
Fore infinity resurged his room, his subterfuge vacate
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A coward believes to live infinitely
If he could shun the battlefield.
A valiant believes to live infinitely
If he acquaints the estoque of a worthy nemesis.
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Asleep from November ten to eleven,
I dreamt of being alive.
A sunset can extend as far as eternity without you
Your absence in your presence, your presence in your absence
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Illustrious nights fumbled upon my undulant sleep
Engulfing all that I have established
And all that that I feint for deliverance
With these few jocund people and their tacit pace
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Two hours before existence
He struck mindlessly
Lashing out, trying blindly
With ears bolted
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The yuletide air gyrates
Permitting a dream to wander
Like lanterns in late dawns
Singed the dews to evaporate
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In a quadrille of his flimsy fingers
He lambently imposed tranquility
In between the brunt of his calloused soldiers
That the phalanges strangulated in a knot
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Reloading empty clips
To these cold and lazy guns
Glistening in their lips
A shabby maladroit trance
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I swoon every day and night with a subtle wile
Scraping the groveling threshold in a whittle
Until I wake upon a lifelong baleful yearning
With my head buoyed and rested upon a prissy garrison
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