Uncategorized – The Poetry Of J.P.

We

Since first we rose from ocean’s active mud,
since fins became the bending of legs,
since legs hadn’t yet the strength,

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The Compass

My conscience is a needle’s point
that is thread through the days behind;

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To Future Lands

I’ve heard the talk of proof that is puzzling you

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On Loss

I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—

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Should I Compare You To a Winters Morn – Sonnet 18 Shakespeare Mirror

Should I compare you to a winters morn?
You are more bitter and more discontent

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