Panmelys Poems

Strict metric melodies mold - and mingle
with jingle sounds so old
hard to behold and uphold -
Celtic tidal tides, long rolled.
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Now, in this January cold
I let my old bones think of thee
A son of New Year's birthday born
Where our first morn did eyes so see
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Has the Winter kept you warm
Covered you in forgetful snow
And will you not now
Allow my Spring Rain to ripen
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We were lovers
in a hurried world.

We were worried
so we gave to others

What our hearts desired
for ourselves.
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Another dream, another illusion
Where waking finds an empty pillow
Another hope, another deception
Where aching heart sees no tomorrow
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Ir's love as light as snow
whose soft embrace
as gentle as those flakes
that fell somewhere
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Where, in all this wandering wide world
is home?
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There's a fever upon me to produce
to be more productive
even prodigiously so
knowing no limit, reason, excuse;
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Once upon a lLifeifetime
The best of all possible worlds
Flew into my window
And left a secret bag
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Now, in this hour of life's labored blast,
where age has honored its dour damage,
on what was once young, mindless,
to what would become, lipless,
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