Stephen S. Yeandle Poems

If only she would someday walk
before the camera
of my eye
free of all her pains and doubts
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Begins the slow melancholy dance of Autumn.

Fallen colored waxen tiles cover the last
remaining sprouts of green, that not so long
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For contented memories

Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
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primordial explosion
at nascent
dawn
pubescent glow
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genesis of a rhapsody
a dream awakes
within a dream
procession of unselective
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Thoughts of deity,
ponderous and protracted.

Energy superlative.
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So long farewell goodbye
your tears won’t buy me a beer
Someday when your young again I’ll
come home again
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The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
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Residents of the Milky Way,
Assimilated by the stars.

The brightness of eyes,
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The old Blue Dog and the Creole Cat,
(Who Dat?)
in a Second Line dance
down Rue Royal.
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