Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,168 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

Lynn W. Petty Poems

1. I Think Well Of Her 12/20/2015
2. How Deep Our Memories Lie 12/21/2015
3. The Creation Of A Single Composition 12/22/2015
4. Pleading Of A Dead Poet 12/23/2015
5. Her Name Is Poetry 12/24/2015
6. Her Hands 1/5/2016
7. Valor 1/8/2016
8. From A Painting Of A Spanish Gypsy Girl 1/3/2016
9. What Is A Poet? 1/9/2016
10. The Grand Scheme Of Things 1/10/2016
11. Embraced By Conscious Force 1/14/2016
12. A-2-Leonidas King Of Sparta 1/16/2016
13. Rows Of Dodder Gray 1/17/2016
14. Ballad Of Bodie 1/17/2016
15. The Shadows Of Thought 1/20/2016
16. Sara's Garden 1/20/2016
17. To The Patriarch Of Our Family, James J. Reina, My Father-In-Law 1/20/2016
18. On Being A Grandfather 1/23/2016
19. Time Is A Feline 1/24/2016
20. Two Gifts Has Man 1/29/2016
21. Wake Within Your Dreams 1/29/2016
22. The Question Of Someone In Blue 1/29/2016
23. Aa-1-Forward 1/30/2016
24. A-3-Arellius Fuscus 1/30/2016
25. A-4-Porcius Latre 1/31/2016
26. A-5-Marillu 1/31/2016
27. A-6-Pompeius Silo 1/31/2016
28. A-7-Cornelius Hispanus 1/31/2016
29. A-8-Quintus Of Tagea 1/31/2016
30. A-9-Blandis 1/31/2016
31. A-10-Simonides 1/31/2016
32. A-11-Postscript 1/31/2016
33. A Father's Regret 1/31/2016
34. The Thoughts Of An Aging Parent 2/1/2016
35. Life Is The Soil 1/25/2016
36. An Abyss Of Faith 1/25/2016
37. Speechless Sorrow 1/27/2016
38. Before It Becomes Too Late 1/27/2016
39. I Walked The Walk 1/27/2016
40. A Furor Of Friendly Fire 1/28/2016

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A Question Of My Own Mortality

Time seemed interminable.
A curious and inexplicable apprehension came over me,
As I sat in an elderly care home waiting to visit a friend.
The atmosphere was heavy with quiet confusion.
People wandered about searching and shifting in a
Sort of stolid acquiescence. Their lives recalled as flashes in memory, projecting film images on their thick, gray screen of dementia.
Across from me sat an elderly gentleman whose gaze was a glassy
Expression of inattention. I could see the declinations of his skull
Beneath his facial features. A victim of the grievous ...

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I Think Well Of Her

It was years ago when I first met her.
She was the siren of Laguna Beach,
Well endowed, a body to be envied
By all women and, licentiously desired by all men.
She walked like a cat; mysterious, behind her large, darkly
Tinted glasses, causing people to turn and watch
As she silently passed them by.
She was not pretentious, she was herself,
As she was born to be. She was not young

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