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Text Box: “When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations.  When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence.  When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.”                                                                     ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: REMINISCENCE   When immersed I was in youth and play, A lad of only ten, I used to pass my summer days Playing on the glen. The grass near high As scarcely I could walk, The blades that brushed my upper thigh, One chewing as I talked; The cerulean splendor above my head Whose heights were made to wonder; The rambling brook that nowhere led Which teemed of life to plunder: The pincer crabs, the pollywogs, The fish deftly swimming, The croaking, jumping, slimy frogs And water bugs, topside skimming. And beneath many a grey and heavy rock Turned over or lifted high, There lived a slithering python or baby croc’ Who fled my hands to hide. But traipse a little further on Beyond the margin of that lea, And there some shelter from the sun Beneath a copse of walnut trees. And so my youthful days were spent Delighting in these places, Where mirthful play and respite lent To nature’s charms and God’s good graces.    

Text Box: MY LOVE    My love for thee is like a wending river  Swelled to overflowing, ending never-  It is deep and it is swift,  It rushes without fear over cliffs,  To thy sacred glen it bears its gifts  Of life and love with faithful deliverance.  With these hands, I would caress  The angelic features of thy comely face,  Graceful neck, rounded shoulders, soft lovely breasts.  And though this passion’s as unrelenting  As a rising tide of ocean, I’d love thee gently.  I would with softest lips kiss thee tenderly.  Then with whisper both inspired and divine  As we lay hand-clasped, fingers intertwined,  My words would be as thunder to thine heart,  Awakening desire in thy most vestal part, That never again should we be apart.

 

Text Box: The following poems are from Vince’s book, “These Poems.” For information on purchasing this book, click the “Buy Artwork” link.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text Box: THESE POEMS © 1999 Endymion Publications   

 

Text Box: BEING PLAINLY MADE  Unfurl your petals, my pretty flower, And reveal to me that curious power Nature in you does briefly imbue, Smelling so sweet with so pleasing a hue. And tell me, dearest, how were you blest To be in such favor of beauty possessed? What rituals to nature must one perform To invoke such grace in one’s lovely form? What promises made, what bargains sealed To make you a star of garden and field? Was it time you offered in sacrifice To smell so sweet and please the eyes, For with changing season you wilt and fade While I continue, though plainly made.

 

 

 

 

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