Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,241 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. Her Name Is Poetry 12/24/2015
5. Her Hands 1/5/2016
6. Valor 1/8/2016
7. From A Painting Of A Spanish Gypsy Girl 1/3/2016
8. What Is A Poet? 1/9/2016
9. The Grand Scheme Of Things 1/10/2016
10. Embraced By Conscious Force 1/14/2016
11. A-2-Leonidas King Of Sparta 1/16/2016
12. Rows Of Dodder Gray 1/17/2016
13. Ballad Of Bodie 1/17/2016
14. The Shadows Of Thought 1/20/2016
15. Sara's Garden 1/20/2016
16. On Being A Grandfather 1/23/2016
17. Time Is A Feline 1/24/2016
18. Life Is The Soil 1/25/2016
19. An Abyss Of Faith 1/25/2016
20. Speechless Sorrow 1/27/2016
21. Before It Becomes Too Late 1/27/2016
22. I Walked The Walk 1/27/2016
23. Wake Within Your Dreams 1/29/2016
24. The Question Of Someone In Blue 1/29/2016
25. Aa-1-Forward 1/30/2016
26. A-3-Arellius Fuscus 1/30/2016
27. A-4-Porcius Latre 1/31/2016
28. A-5-Marillu 1/31/2016
29. A-6-Pompeius Silo 1/31/2016
30. A-7-Cornelius Hispanus 1/31/2016
31. A-8-Quintus Of Tagea 1/31/2016
32. A-9-Blandis 1/31/2016
33. A-10-Simonides 1/31/2016
34. A-11-Postscript 1/31/2016
35. Frozen In Summertime 2/6/2016
36. I Know, I Know, I Know 2/7/2016
37. The Mount Is You 2/7/2016
38. What's A Father For? 2/7/2016
39. Grieve Not 2/11/2016
40. I Had A Vision 2/11/2016

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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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What's That You Say?

What's that you say? You say there is no God?
Have you considered where we're standing now?
We stand upon the surface of a globe,
A sphere spun out into a vast abyss.
We're held down by a force called gravity,
Alone within the universe of stars.
We spin around in measured speed to give
Us night and day, while floating ‘round the sun,
In season's time, we glide in mystic flight.

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