Larry Lynn Poems

Let us go, now, you and I,
to where we've never been, to foreign lands,
revived, a renaissance, together, hand in hand;
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Art of loving
is art of you
loving songs
sung from the heart
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Statuesque
quaint roses, daily calls
love notes, sly looks
bright eyes, flashing lashes
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When first I lost my sight,
my universe went dark obscure
blackest pitch of night
lit by dim memories
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O, Quercus tall thy spreading crown endowed
thine oaken leaves an aesculean
tribute to thy Herculean strength
more powerful than all thy cousins
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Chameleon on green rustic fields ye lie
unplanted rosette by young hands that pluck
away thy priestly crown, from orient grown,
gold tiara gracing thy perennial brow.
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Your stillness still belies existence
camouflaged by grasses brown and green
red fallen leaves wherein withal you hide between
unmoving but your hundred eyes
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First Murder

The fruits of Cain on earth
proved fruitless as an offering:
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You left wordlessly
anonymous cloak
absorbing you
into its silent creases
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Hair done up precisely, bouncing timely
musical metronome four/four time
to baton wielded by his check card -
nails hardened, colored, shaped, and sharp
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