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Currently Published in: Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul, available here from the author and at major online booksellers.Dedication | A Moment | "C" Sweet Pedestal | Little Whittlings of Soul
A Pause on a Forest Path | Leaves Fallen as Fodder | Wrinkles Travel Time
In the Morning's Dawn Light | A Copper Moon's
A Pause on a Forest Path | Leaves Fallen as Fodder | Wrinkles Travel Time
In the Morning's Dawn Light | A Copper Moon's
Dedication
This book of poems is
Devoted
To my late father
Michael
After whose passing
The Grace of Poetry
Found me
A lost crying boy
And held my hand
This book of poems is
Devoted
To my late father
Michael
After whose passing
The Grace of Poetry
Found me
A lost crying boy
And held my hand
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection,
Reference: Michael James Nannery, Dedication, Watercolor and ink.
A moment
Is all it takes
For a bit of snow
Air-licked to thaw
OR COMMAND A UNIVERSE
Expand with four
Word-flakes of Law
Or collapse a world
With hot air and trillions
Frozen hearts and
Shock and Awe
Is all it takes
For a bit of snow
Air-licked to thaw
OR COMMAND A UNIVERSE
Expand with four
Word-flakes of Law
Or collapse a world
With hot air and trillions
Frozen hearts and
Shock and Awe
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection,
Reference: Stacia N. Lowery, Destroyer of Worlds, Oil and Canvas
"C" Sweet Pedestal
Buddha’s ohm rings finally
True the dawn
Halo lit with poetic grace
Of diligence and aplomb
Halo lit as noble walnut
Lumber stands sentinel
Strong
Success hard won yes
Priceless as precious pink
When victory is wrought with
The fragrant tempered
Honeysuckle breath of
Onward's gentle draw
Dissolves problems in coffee
Cuts bull like butter via
Liberal or Martial Arts and
Never daunted never haunted
By a plethora of acronyms
Attacks situations and issues
With a glint of persistence
In her eye and bright
Sparkles of savvy in her smile
A jazz fiddle
In her ear year after night
Briefcase bicycle or baby in tow
Feather-light
Postures-perfect yoga's
Mother-daughter-leader pose
And crackles glass like
Candy apple
Brittle
With a Rose
Buddha’s ohm rings finally
True the dawn
Halo lit with poetic grace
Of diligence and aplomb
Halo lit as noble walnut
Lumber stands sentinel
Strong
Success hard won yes
Priceless as precious pink
When victory is wrought with
The fragrant tempered
Honeysuckle breath of
Onward's gentle draw
Dissolves problems in coffee
Cuts bull like butter via
Liberal or Martial Arts and
Never daunted never haunted
By a plethora of acronyms
Attacks situations and issues
With a glint of persistence
In her eye and bright
Sparkles of savvy in her smile
A jazz fiddle
In her ear year after night
Briefcase bicycle or baby in tow
Feather-light
Postures-perfect yoga's
Mother-daughter-leader pose
And crackles glass like
Candy apple
Brittle
With a Rose
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection,
Reference: Susan Marie Watrous, Rose Over Glass, Oil on paper
Little whittlings of soul
Ordain the Sun's passageway
Remorseful of the passing day
With deference to the memory
Garnishing the firmament
Greeting evening's star
Entreating her lips a kiss
Eternally
Never to be quenched
Ordain the Sun's passageway
Remorseful of the passing day
With deference to the memory
Garnishing the firmament
Greeting evening's star
Entreating her lips a kiss
Eternally
Never to be quenched
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection,
Reference: Priya Ann poulsen, Whittlings of Soul, Oil and Canvas
A pause on a forest path
Near a lake at dusk
To wish on a full moon
Obscured by shining cloaks
A wish that is a slow dance
For evening’s mist
Floating off the water
To kiss the shore
Resurrecting moonlit memories of
Holding hands and laughing and
Gazing that long look
Before kissing Love
On the path
In the evening’s misty
Dampness by the lake
A Druid Witch
A Fairy
An Elven Princess and
Her Prince
Conjured and tempted and praised
In the temple of maple and moss
And by chorus of frogs
Echoing across the lake
Their wedding song
Here near this rock, Yes!
And on that tree, There!
Scarred with a heart
A testament to Forever
It was once just here
Cupped hands cradled
This stream
By this lake
Just off this path
And drank from the cup
That was Love’s kiss
The Water of the Soul
And tonight
Before the freshly hidden moon
Alone
Does it pour
Near a lake at dusk
To wish on a full moon
Obscured by shining cloaks
A wish that is a slow dance
For evening’s mist
Floating off the water
To kiss the shore
Resurrecting moonlit memories of
Holding hands and laughing and
Gazing that long look
Before kissing Love
On the path
In the evening’s misty
Dampness by the lake
A Druid Witch
A Fairy
An Elven Princess and
Her Prince
Conjured and tempted and praised
In the temple of maple and moss
And by chorus of frogs
Echoing across the lake
Their wedding song
Here near this rock, Yes!
And on that tree, There!
Scarred with a heart
A testament to Forever
It was once just here
Cupped hands cradled
This stream
By this lake
Just off this path
And drank from the cup
That was Love’s kiss
The Water of the Soul
And tonight
Before the freshly hidden moon
Alone
Does it pour
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection, Reference: Brennah Soukup, Echoes of Wedding Song, Oil and Canvas with sparkles
Leaves
fallen
as fodder
In forests
tall
and
valleys-tight
Sojourn for
a season
Attempt
resurrection
through respite
Tormented by veils of lace
Above skin and sky and
{{{night}}}
Dream eternally of majestic
Rebirth
Demurred by
their resting
site
Originally commissioned artwork for the above poem can be viewed in the Poet’s Edition of the Psalms of Fern: Volume I, Whittlings of Soul and here on this website at The Poet’s Art Gallery. Psalms of Fern Volume I Collection,
Reference: Michael Thomas Valenti, Wafers of Consciousness, Acrylic - and Ink
NEW Poetry: Here you will find several poems from the second in a three part poetic trilogy and my NEXT book, in the series expected Fall of 2010, Psalms of Fern: Volume II, Time Travelers (enjoy - RGT)
(TT 2/60)
Wrinkles travel time
Silhouette her face
Mau Mau’s nursery rhyme
A hand worn cedar case
Her soul Her only fine
Sewn Chantilly lace
Notions threaded as Dreamline
Frame her perfect face
Smiles and smiles of Dreamline
True moon beams of Grace
Forever forget me not forever
Dreamline
Each sewn in perfect place
Each sewn in perfect place
Wrinkles travel time
Silhouette her face
Mau Mau’s nursery rhyme
A hand worn cedar case
Her soul Her only fine
Sewn Chantilly lace
Notions threaded as Dreamline
Frame her perfect face
Smiles and smiles of Dreamline
True moon beams of Grace
Forever forget me not forever
Dreamline
Each sewn in perfect place
Each sewn in perfect place
(TT 19/60)
In the morning’s dawn light
Memories faint as fog amassing
Wings unfurl horizon’s flight
My Pyre! My Beacon! My breathless sight!
Silver messenger of Gods clashing
Sleeks beneath once starry night
Arise a witness winged foot dashing
My mortal soul contrite
Keep my soul a parcel passing
As is a mortal’s right
Tie my breath a wings wake lashing
As is my sacrificial rite
Chill vapor’s vesper-air my ashing
As is I am as day to night
As is I am his parcel passing feathers light
In the morning’s dawn light
Memories faint as fog amassing
Wings unfurl horizon’s flight
My Pyre! My Beacon! My breathless sight!
Silver messenger of Gods clashing
Sleeks beneath once starry night
Arise a witness winged foot dashing
My mortal soul contrite
Keep my soul a parcel passing
As is a mortal’s right
Tie my breath a wings wake lashing
As is my sacrificial rite
Chill vapor’s vesper-air my ashing
As is I am as day to night
As is I am his parcel passing feathers light
(TT 22/60)
A Copper Moon’s
Molten Pyro
Flowing Braids
Long cooled dark
Black diamond trails
Carved soft tiara-form
Through
Emeralds sapphires
Strewn rubies
Amethyst
Glades
Raven hidden
B’twix’d horizon’s
Boughs
Enfolded curled
B’lock’d B’witch’d
Wisp’t night shoulders
B’tress’d
Flaunt-lengths
Vivacious nip-stark
Sable strands of
Silken night
Shades
Soft glowing tips
Flit-long
Cascades
Glowing nip-chill
Firm
Growing wanton
Coals
Red from pink
Toss’d with abandon
Incendiary
Sparks
Upon the welcoming
Crucible lips
Of A Starry Night
A more
Perfect moment
A more
Perfect metal
Can Not be
Found
A Copper Moon’s
Molten Pyro
Flowing Braids
Long cooled dark
Black diamond trails
Carved soft tiara-form
Through
Emeralds sapphires
Strewn rubies
Amethyst
Glades
Raven hidden
B’twix’d horizon’s
Boughs
Enfolded curled
B’lock’d B’witch’d
Wisp’t night shoulders
B’tress’d
Flaunt-lengths
Vivacious nip-stark
Sable strands of
Silken night
Shades
Soft glowing tips
Flit-long
Cascades
Glowing nip-chill
Firm
Growing wanton
Coals
Red from pink
Toss’d with abandon
Incendiary
Sparks
Upon the welcoming
Crucible lips
Of A Starry Night
A more
Perfect moment
A more
Perfect metal
Can Not be
Found
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