Ronald James de Langen

A wonderfull day is unfolding.
A child has gone blackberry picking.
Along a thorn freckled hillside,
these bursting fruits do reside.
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A lost lonely boy kicks a stone along train tracks.
To where has the fun gone, the luster life lacks.
Too young of an age to be troubled as such.
A happy childhood his mind doth crutch.
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When misery is all you have known.
Childhood memories never flown,
Unlike others you may have seen, seem
to recall never to have had a dream.
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A chill childish morning is unfolding
A shrill whistle through lips full.
A foggy dream this must seem
To listeners of the young trill wisher.
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A wispy mist doth fill my mind.
Reflections of times past; I find
hard to loose from webs, a’dust
rememberings do mistrust.
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Dappled nights do drag on
a mind not ready for dawn.
Too drowsy a morn
to watch the sun be reborn.
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A calm breeze blows through a swift mind.

Sunny warmth emanates from a quartet of new faces.
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Its not you its me
Where I must go, you cannot flow
Those dips and depths in you, twere not a crime.
Beauty remains unnmarred for memory is beyond time.
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The moon; god’s fingernail scrapes the canopy of stars.
The moon; half closed eyelid covers the dreams it spins.
The moon; dappled rays of silver dropped from on high.
The moon; cousin of distant light saught, not caught.
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An enigma it seems my dreams recent’ve been.
Leant towards she, the unearthly being.
Relentlessly the river proceeds to the sea,
my thoughts compared to thee.
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A babbling brook my thoughts overtook
Images and visages never before seen.
A maiden of most beautiful imagining.
A danger you see to the hearts fluttery.
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A racous roar the water before,
The loneliness of it out of it pour.
Down the cascades wave after wave,
Swirling and twirling sorrow unstaved.
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A tranquil lake my mind’s been of late.
Deep thoughts do make, as to our fate.
The path unknown, before is un-shown.
Time is unowned, here on a loan.
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Deep water, minds eye flooded.
Thoughts herding, sanity dotted.
Last of smiles turned frowned.
Her essence poured downed
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Waterfall thoughts, rapid.
Vacant emotions, vapid.
Ceaselessy pounding.
Ever surrounding.
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A silvery silhouette on a morn so clear,
On a beautiful morn for this time of year.
Through the clearing did she appear.
A singsong of doves her voice on the ear.
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The mirrored reflection of what I am not.
In our dreams our battles are fought.
Heavenly feelings humanly sought.
The mirrored reflection of which I have wrought.
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How many steps doth it take to love make?
How many a mile walked single file?
An ocean to cross for loneliness toss.
While wild waves collide on all sides.
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There is a Nymph whose beauty and soul You can’t deny!
Know thee not the wherefore’s, how’s and why?
T’In the recesses of the mind she doth reside.
When her water a torrent on all sides flow;
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Rainfall’s pitter and patter
My mood does make sadder.
My happy sun has flown,
Behind the clouds unshown.
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