Salvadore Ponce De Leon

Sitting on the porch
Reclined in a wicker chair bearing the signs of it's age
I stare wistfully into the garden
Watching the grass, watching the flowers
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Fear of the Beast

The Beast rises again.
He rears his ugly head.
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Ah yes, my beautiful woman:
You come to me once more, like the morning sun.
This is an ode to you, my beautiful woman.
You hearten and give me the strength of a lion, and courage of a stallion.
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Before you leave you kiss me goodbye…
This is the silent hurt of you leaving me.
It gives me no warning by any means
—This awful pain of feeling at a loss.
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Beautiful young woman #1

It glistens in the light of the fire
— Her radiant beauty.
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Sitting on the train, I see a girl, I’d seen a thousand times before.
Memories flutter past.
In my mind I see vanishing photos of a time come to pass.
There she was, the heroine of my desperate dreams.
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Glaring through the window,
The sun shimmers against the glassy vision,
I watch the landscape fall to the horizon,
Large electrical towers protrude to the horizon,
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I see your glistening eyes,
Damp from the melancholy beat projecting out,
I see your face, a face I'd seen a thousand times before.
The face of home, the place I'd always belong,
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