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Poems By: leftysergeant
Lenticular Cloud
Black and white mountain
wearing a halo of cloud
iced with lasting snow
great enough to bend the wind
Rainier sculpts the summer sky
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12/15/2006, 3:51 am
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Re: Poems By: leftysergeant
Contemplating Mt Rainier
I gaze at the shining dormant volcano
The one the natives called Tahoma
Wondering at ancient snow and rock
My fingers begin to stroke the keyboard
Blah, blah, blah! Quack, quack! Woof, woof!
I realize it is all frivilous drivel that I write
Still I run the printer, just to hold the thought
The manuscript joins a pile of others like it
Sitting in a desk drawer, awaiting the muse
Perhaps the thoughts behind them will ripen in time
My maunderings may yet become worthy poems
Before Tahoma stirs to life, and blows away my home.
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Re: Poems By: leftysergeant
Wandering In A New Venue
Weary of where I was, I set out
Searching for wonders not yet known
Bringing with me wonders and horrors
I bear the dust of lands I have seen
The meat and the drink become part of me
Not even my flesh is the same anymore
Travel broadens me, body and soul
I try to take with me what pleases me
I hope I leave nothing that offends my host
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Re: Poems By: leftysergeant
Middle-aged and Married
I awake at dawn to my wife's resounding snore
She has kicked the covers from the bed, exposed
The once-high bosom slumps to east and west
Round bottom now flat, smooth skin lumpy
Stretch marks speak of a large child she bore
I rise, image captured in mirrored closet doors
I stop, pondering how differently I have aged
Hair but slightly receded, color little paler
I see old scars from bicycling accidents
And the result of my rest from the sport
I remember the act of passion that shaped her
I still feel that need, still crave the arousal
I shall grow old, having only her in my bed
I kiss her forehaed, covering her with the sheet
Gratefull that she has a sense of humor.
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