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  1. Yearling's Sonnet

    The first dream shared of me and you
    As words of love spoke through our hands
    Was of a sunset rendezvous
    Together on familiar sands

    On that beach more thoughts appeared
    Of fantastical romance
    The flames of heated passion seared
    Our silent celestial dance

    We swore to love each other true,
    Though embraces we would miss,
    And to someday with desire imbue
    A pure and tender kiss.

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  2. The House That Jack Built

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

    This is the creepy old house that Jack built.

    This is the doorway where the Gargoyle glowers upon the wall of the creepy old house that Jack built.

    This is the hallway filled with moans, that leads up to the doorway where the Gargoyle glowers upon the wall of the creepy old house that Jack built.

    This is the stairway damp and cold, that leads up to the hallway filled with moans, that leads up to the doorway where ...
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  3. Self-Portrait

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    Self-Portrait

    Charcoal pencil is used to sketch the outlines
    Of the points of central focus in the painting
    I am designing. The pencil moves quickly, creating shadows.
    I leave the paper white in areas I intend to highlight
    As the work progresses. Slowly, surely the picture gains definition.
    I love abstract surrealism! It makes the viewer decide.

    Blush is best for the first gentle wash, before I decide
    More fully on the colors ...
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  4. POE

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    POE

    The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,
    The wind sighs softly among the gnarled trees.
    Somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore,”

    From his perch upon a bust of Pallas above the chamber door.
    The dark clouds split and the heavens bleed.
    The waves wash upon some forgotten shore,

    As a wild-eyed man searches for his lost Lenore,
    Calling out; desperately expressing his needs!
    Somewhere a dark bird croaks “Nevermore,”
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