Angry Monkey pops his head up,
behind glass at the Zoo.
I sympathize. If I were stuck
there, I'd be angry, too.
Sitting 'round in a monkey suit
with walls one sees right through.
Angry Monkey [Common Meter]
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Category Archives: Common Meter
Locus [Common Meter]
One clump of flowers has the power
To lure the eye’s focus.
The background blurs as mind infers
Which hue shall be the locus.
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Mountain Road [Common Meter]
The mountain road is sometimes flat,
but it's not ever straight.
It winds through woods -- so deep and dark --
but where spotlights await.
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Ominous [Common Meter]
What lives behind that ornate door
that's carved of snakes and vines?
I see them writhe and feel a shift
in its symbols and signs.
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Play Mind [Common Meter]
What is this cloud above my head
on such a sunny day?
You may think it foreshadows rain.
I think that it brings play.
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Armenia [Common Meter]
I once sped through an ancient land
that blurred of gray and green.
Its pastures had been neatly grazed
by some livestock, unseen.
Its mountains rugged, under clouds
whose drift could not be seen.
It felt like a long-lost painting
or unremembered dream.
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“Song” by James Joyce [w/ Audio]
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass.
And where the sky’s a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.
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“His steady sails he never furls” by Henry David Thoreau [w/ Audio]
His steady sails he never furls
At any time o' year,
And perching now on Winter's curls,
He whistles in his ear
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“Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell” (1493) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Be once disclosed to us
The clamor for their loveliness
Would burst the Loneliness —
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“We should not mind so small a flower” by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
We should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again -
So spicy her Carnations nod -
So drunken, reel her Bees -
So silver, steal a hundred flutes
From out a hundred trees -
That whoso sees this little flower
By faith, may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold.
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