Panmelys Poems

warm winter overtones
of a sunset's glow
poet paints deep emotions
of an epoch's passing
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Vanity is an integrated part
Of every artist:
Even their modesties are suspect,
To be understood
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For you small child of delight
with your wild wayward cries
this world I would remake
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Time has stood still in this village
where young voices no longer giggle.

Dogs bark, birds chirp, streams still trickle
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this is not that hour that was,
nor ever shall be, what once
ran wildly -
with the wind's frenzy
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How to exult a poem on this day
when you awake to see a little boy
washed upon the shores of your counry, drowned:
no words can remove these tears which have jogged,
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And I am lonely
for that kiss
that never came
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Out of chaos comes Light: no words... a friend
wrote: it's true, for nothing can express pain
and agony felt by shock of fiends
who have ruined so many splintered lives:
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Born into an age long flown into winds
of which no rerurn will ever revive -
glory
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Great art will always be great love,
of finding paths to show beloved
its aching heart, keeping tryst
with something missed.
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