Dennis Go Poems

A beating drum...
Pounding... pounding...

Steadfast tunes
...

I fold my hands
In fear
Of what seems to be
The death of my being.
...

Affection is futile;
Admiration, another.
Plain bewilderment
Is shed
...

I cherish my
Wrinkles
Now that I'm
Old and
...

I played the game with a smile.

Pawns suppressing the move
Made by my hand for the king.
...

Abandoned buildings
Made to undress
In the wilderness
See forth a cue.
...

She can never be
A part of me
Although I tried.
God knows I tried.
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To me
You are
The heating sun,
Giver of life,
...

A soothing walk down
The park lets my mind
Groove upon the shadows.
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I offer my hands
In pale colors.
Faceless and formless
Though silence
...