Harley White Poems

The dawning day is like an open door
for voyagers adrift in living stream
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
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In my meanders high above
beyond the cries of mourning dove
on voyages a spaceship flies
where poets' reveries arise,
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A hickory dickory dock ballet
appears to be choreographed on high
as round two mice dance in cosmic display
amidst the grand cabaret in the sky
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Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
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The seas roll on at Nature's whim
as winds wail like a theremin.
Yet shines through heavens' inky scrim
the starlight of a seraph in—
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In ghostly skies a stellar glow
from erstwhile stars of long ago
that shone with splendor ere they died,
perchance were wished on starry-eyed,
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Black seems like nothingness, maybe that's why
nebulae dark looked like ‘holes in the sky'
as Herschel exclaimed when he saw on high
a spot in Orion that caught his eye.
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Opposites may hold attraction
But lack lasting satisfaction.
Frequently push comes to shove.
In comes hate and out goes love.
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I am the metronome
mover of measures
wide........ wide............ swings my pendulum
tracing the tempos of time
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If I were a galaxy in outer space
and wanted to find my reflection,
a mirror I'd seek so to peek at my face
while engaging in introspection.
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