Julyn Pride

Veteran Poet - 1,668 Points [June Mita] (06-14-1957 / Rockville, CT)

Julyn Pride Poems

1. War Casualty 4/4/2013
2. Business Today 4/4/2013
3. Belladonna Lover 4/14/2013
4. November 8/14/2013
5. Just As Soon As Ah Git Orgahnized (Apologies To My Cousins In Maine) 1/18/2015
6. Hidden Daisy 7/30/2015
7. Hearts And Flowers 7/30/2015
8. The Golden Path 10/19/2015
9. Parking Lot 10/25/2015
10. Sunflower World 10/25/2015
11. The Collector On Sunset Boulevard 12/19/2017
12. Memories Of Christmases Past 12/23/2017
13. Seduced 4/1/2013
14. Crystal Flowers 1/17/2015
15. Cinquain Collection 1/6/2015
16. The Willow Road 1/19/2015
17. Found Poem - Art In Conversation 2/12/2015
18. Found Poem - The Motley Fool Of 10-15-2014 2/12/2015
19. Found Poem - Toxic People 2/12/2015
20. Incubus 4/23/2013
21. April Rain 4/8/2017
22. Frozen Canvas 12/17/2017
23. To Longfellow, With Love - From My Book Facets 12/3/2015
24. For Mary 1/13/2015
25. An Empty Jar 4/7/2017
26. The Hawker 4/7/2017
27. Night Moods 1/19/2015
28. Snow Queen 1/6/2015
29. Soulmates 4/4/2013
30. An Afternoon Of Haiku 3/10/2015
31. Alaska Sojourn 3/21/2015

Comments about Julyn Pride

  • Hugh Rhodes Hugh Rhodes (3/27/2015 9:20:00 PM)

    This Piece might be Commonly interpreted as a done deal. But I am no common interpreter of Anything, so will only submit that it is redolent of and replete with the sense of a destiny most profound indeed. And its a good Poem, too.

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  • Hugh Rhodes Hugh Rhodes (2/7/2015 4:48:00 PM)

    Additional test. Indicate receipt Any mode/ site I got.

Best Poem of Julyn Pride

Alaska Sojourn

Inherently it will throw a curve
Even as I stand
At the apex of my cavalcade
That is the frozen Bering shore.

My long black coat,
All that blocks the unforgiving blow,
Wraps more tightly, an oxen yoke
Squeezing out the truth I hide.

Hatred has been my wallowing refrain.
Beside me, there lay 3 downed cups,
Reminders of what I have not done,
Pouring out that lost time as I muse to forget.

Anger and pain has grown toxic.
The winds blast from the Circle.
They press...

Read the full of Alaska Sojourn


His kisses began
Slow and small
Building to a crescendo
Of wide open mouth
As his passion starved tongue
Seeks to belong together with her new habit.
There is no turning back
As he searches in her depths.
She is the light.

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