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Poems of Love
Poems For Life
Poems to Inspire
Poems of Passion
Poems of Beauty
Poems to Ponder
CRACK COCAINE
Poetry by Dina
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Samuel A Southworth
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Anna Danilewicz
John Force
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Mary M Henderson
George W Knox
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Duane Locke
LordThatsMeToday
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James
Christian by James
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| Donald Ryburn |
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  BUTTERFLY Come, sit beside me You, whose hair flames down your back Whose voice knows old stones, Flamingos of desire Come, sit beside me You, whose scent is murderous Whose eyes are the shadows of angels, Copperheads of love Come, sit beside me You, whose thighs are cabalistic Whose lips kissed ancient earth, Roselets of wine Come sit beside me In your naked hope Sit beside me In your fallen white poppies Sit beside me Come, sit beside me Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com BELLEZA Belleza A whirling dervish from a Decillio Lago poem. Lucid dream, Pantomimed laughter. I sent her absurd flowers, Insects and questions from common men Love dispensed in secret. Belleza A Decillio Lago poem of lucid dreams. Whirling dervish, Absurd laughter. Secret insect love sent With flowers, common men questioned. Belleza Pantomimed absurdity Loved common men as insects, Secretly dispensed in a Decillio Lago poem. Laughter, whirled as a dervish. Flowers questioned lucid dreams. Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com KIKI Words that lived in hearts disappeared Claimed to have never been known Became a dream of dark mirrors, Deserts of wilted poppies Grey voiceless stones Do not hear the words that called lover's names No longer see panther's eyes Ringed in blue sounds of crystal violas The colors she left in the air Rejoined an infinite white No hope for an endless thirst We are born and die On islands lost in time The sky hides all her birds Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com LIBRO DEL DESTIERRO The tribe gathered To search for moss-dark eyes Modigliani hips beneath Sailboat skirt Bells that rang from tiny ankles The tribe confused by absence Searched beneath neon, Where nothing is thought Nothing felt Dangerous eyes boarded a grey bus Waved good-bye Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com DE ELLA PALABRAS RETUMBAN EN MI CABEZA Perhaps it was the iguanas of Acheta I missed most Chalk-dry tongues Savage, emerald eyes, Replaced by sadness I became a prehistoric relic Roamed Sonoran deserts An asteroid devoid of her breath Alone with the voices of broken stones Night comes...... In this beautiful, immense emptiness She calls my name Sparks of life emit from hollow chest Enter a breeze that caresses cheeks The areolas of her breasts Backsides of knees A gentle ridge in the dark distance Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com  YULIANA Yuliana was after midnight in Sliven. Red leather, Black stilettos. Her eyes, dark circles of lakes. She knew nothing of pink tea sets, Apricot lusterware. She kept pictures of voluptuous odalisques, Harsh Bulgarian cigarettes, A small amethyst-stoned ring In a purse whose clasp resembled the Eiffel Tower. She had the wounded peach-tinted skin of Albanian Gypsies. Her smile, star-bright confection. She said my chipmunk cheeks, emerald eyes Meant I was a sorcerer, That I would only find love among dancers In the unjust light of dawn. That loneliness would be the long wait Of tiny heels on back stairwells. Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com PASSAGE OF NIGHT After Karl Krolow Night is not recognized by blackness Night is known through absence of dark tears An ambivalence towards rain Night's darkness brought no demons Save a demoted angel or two We need not see grey forest auras To know they exist How could they not? Is not the green bicycle Pressed into the wet grass By a rotating Earth? Moon gathered crying babies To her many breasts Dawn's light cursed Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com YOU WHO ARE A MYSTIC SEE A MEANING IN ALL THINGS After Alberto Caeiro It has become useless to search For the black crosses Of your pygmy seahorse hands Beneath symbolist images Can no longer feel coolness Of coral beads, Once believed to cure sadness, Against red poppy skin In de Chirico streets Passion dulled Dark hair paralyzed Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com STRANGER'S TONGUE Tonight sleep stood Stony and ancient Scissors removed day's light Allowed darkness to slip between The gold of insects And the false names of abandoned children Lovers discovered as companions Hatred and silence Parked in a two hour zone Waiting for a ticket or perhaps a tow Their noiseless terror Awakened bone-dry mouths Fingers ran through a stranger's hair Blue water splashed a common face Grateful for slices of death Night's angels dismissed A stranger's tongue has stolen language Became brittle and cold Copyright © Donald Ryburn, 1999 Stompdncr@aol.com Donald Ryburn may be contacted using his Email address or as follows: Donald Ryburn P.O. Box 91212 Lakeland, Fl.33804 941-607-9100 stompdncr@aol.com Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being always being added. I bribe the authors. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. I'd appreciate it if you'd sign my Guest Book so that I'll know you've been here. If you prefer, you may send me Email at KisSoSoft@aol.com with your comments, praise, suggestions or even constructive criticism. You may also write directly to any of the authors for whom an Email address has been provided. If you'd like to write to an author for whom there is no Email address provided, please send it to me at KisSoSoft@aol.com, and I will forward your mail directly to him or her. Thank you. 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