Category Archives: my own poetry

Penguins dress with style

Posted on November 30, 2011 by bill gannett

Penguins dress with style, And swim with panache. What cool tuxedo- How they love to splash! Print Friendly

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane

Posted on November 20, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28893673″] The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend‘s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can stretch so far, and then no more. Where … Continue reading →

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Tree is flaming orange

Posted on November 13, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28955955″] Tree is flaming orange, Fields are gold and sere. Blue sky burns to black- Pale stars flicker near.     Print Friendly

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Open the door, and let us in to embrace

Posted on November 10, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28925119″] Open the door, and let us in to embrace Your reluctance to bestow your grace. We have been banging with our tender fist, And wonder why you our ardor still resist! The Beloved, we have heard, is never … Continue reading →

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Stars crush with faint beauty

Posted on October 28, 2011 by bill gannett

Stars crush with faint beauty Yearning for mad wonder: Eyes widen to immensity, And long to surrender. Print Friendly

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We wake to sigh over the dead

Posted on October 27, 2011 by bill gannett

We wake to sigh over the dead. The past is a corpse more heavy Than the grind of getting ahead. I laugh a future full of savvy. Print Friendly

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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear

Posted on October 26, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961310″] In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear- In this land of the almighty dollar, worship fear! The gilded beast commands our lives with suavity: We praise his brightness with cultured depravity. That we would become … Continue reading →

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore

Posted on October 23, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961882″] The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore, An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All our desperate search for stable identity Vomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty … Continue reading →

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She leaves her love

Posted on October 21, 2011 by bill gannett

  She leaves her love To become full bright. And then repents, to Return- without light. Print Friendly

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Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song

Posted on October 19, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28968891″] Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song: “I sing to reveal that it is for love I long.” Today, ocean waves caress my aching face- My tears of pain are washed without a trace. Only the … Continue reading →

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