Ron Kaye Poems

One faintly scented rose
You handed me that day,
You plucked it where it grows,
A plea for me to stay.
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All are painfully inept,
In matters looped
All things belie,
Swing outward, inward,
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PLUMS IN AUTUMN

The house no longer stands where it once was,
they tore it down.
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There is an island I have seen
In dream and wanderings of the night,
A shimmering isle of bluing sheen
Etched in Electra's crackling light;
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