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  1. The Virtuous Nomad

    He walked his feet on world grounds
    From the steeps of Parthenon
    To heavy streets of Bangkok
    Lured by dreams and wonders
    And he challenged his ego
    Among fearless bikers of Vietnam
    The warlords of buzzing streets
    And with his two passionate eyes
    Captured the smiles of the Malayans
    And shared the cold air with the unknown Chinese old man
    While they talked and smoked pipes in Shanghai’s most crowded alley
    He, who rested
  2. Masquerade

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

    I wonder just what would happen
    If I threw all my masks away
    And let you see the lonely man
    Behind the masquerade?
    I have so many pseudonyms,
    And I use them as I feel the need—
    But somewhere in this tangled mess
    I lost the sight of me…

    Am I Jonathan Blade, the bold, the daring?
    David Pendragon, writer with the silver pen?
    Raven Darkendale torn by emotional storm?
    John Michael Carmichel—logic ...
  3. Caroline

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)


    tears rain
    from my breast
    shower panes,
    too fat and heavy
    to fall from my

    milk that you
    will never
    the nurse told me
    to dry up
    but how can i stop
    this is all i have
    we will never
    be together again
    so i may...
  4. letters

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    from the kitchen
    i navigate
    D stairs
    to the bathroom,
    and L more
    from there
    to my room

    once upon a time
    i was afraid of
    falling - isn't that
    every pregnant
    woman's worst

    but then i became
    excited so i stopped
    just counting stairs,
    i wanted to
    teach you
    letters too

    your 5 year-old
    brother has already
    borrowed my copy ...
  5. Tiny Fingers: For Valentine's Day

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    Tiny Fingers: For Valentine’s Day

    I’d planned to write a song about hearts and roses,
    About the love you find just where no ever supposes
    You’d ever find it—so they don’t bother to look.
    A song that filled with kisses and warm embraces,
    And the brilliant smiles that can light the darkest faces—
    Oh, the poetry would fill a book.
    But what came to mind is my own three kids,
    They sure are their mom’s and my greatest gift, ...