Nero CaroZiv Poems
|401.||Is It Gone?||7/24/2010|
|402.||I Have No Thought In Me But You||8/7/2010|
|403.||The Haunting Of A Hunter||8/7/2010|
|404.||Thorns And Petals||11/8/2015|
|405.||A Slumber -new-||8/10/2018|
|406.||Memories In Ripples||9/17/2017|
|407.||A Morning Rush||6/28/2011|
|408.||How Does She Smile||12/25/2014|
|410.||The Shade Of Death||9/11/2011|
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Hills and dales of ancient land, bleak, barren and glaring
Where my thoughtless, happy hours beguiling childhood strayed,
How the sand with ages of patina on me is warring,
Howl, moan winds of the past above my tufted shade!
No more, gone the days I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high with the wind sigh
I was a child of the shining meadow, tulips on hill, and willow low in mourning
No cloud on vast blue heaven, just this sapphire eye of the sky.
Now in the windy winter flood of morning in rear
Longing lifted its weight from ...
Sacramento, Sacramento a city under twilight dusk
From your deserted streets the people one by one will not last
Where are all the lights and the young lads gone?
Where are all the flowers and the nightly gowns?
Solely and slowly the homeless roam in the ghostly streets
Searching morsels and shredded company in dark allies pits
Poverty and desolation scream from every corner wall
An inferno wall of fear cankering the human soul