Norman F. Santos Poems

By the fountain of looming glory
Where the sun kissed the perching water
And the wind opt scents of potpourri
Amidst, winged pebbles futilely spatter
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Pliant flame, spare one simper for a boy
Who wore a vessel of naked sincerity too lucid
That reduced his opulence into thin films
Of frailty, steadfast with detrimental affection
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In one sunset,
Jeer tinkers in a goblet
Caressing down the dearth of instance
Hilarity compensating the resistance
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Precipitating into the dust
Wind tussling in a thrust
Riveted amidst a city
With no eyes for sympathy
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Semantics nominated by the Teuton.
A prayer to saints and hypocrites
Idiosyncrasy denounced by the faithless
I shall meditate upon my name.
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Like a gypsy of the sky
Circumnavigating the hemisphere;
The hemisphere of your mind
An adroit aircraft in flight
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Indistinct noises in the air
Irrelevant pictures everywhere
Burns glow of dramatic flair
Of emotions destined to err
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In the bloodcurdling stretch of blind alleys
Akin to thawing sewers reeking with malice
A moniker, a sobriquet, his ambiguity hocked
Mister Ebberman, he sat like a frozen rock
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Amidst a horizon of sporadic seasons, stood
A wayward gambler of sangfroid optimism
Wreaking of departure in the eyes of an interlude
Cascading with a wintry streak of a prism
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Amidst late dawns and early dusks
My hollow limbs stood abrading wounds
Samson interceding the pillars of
Collapsing strands of tidal force
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