31 Thursday Dec 2020
Posted in HORIZONS POSTS, POETRY, VISUALS
The poet speaks with timeless whispers
letting the wind and sun
weave their music as they will
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From my new Ebook, Horizons.
For more info, check my link, Horizons My New Ebook!, at the top of the page.
29 Tuesday Dec 2020
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Ancient Lore, Art, Goddesses, Milky Way, Myth, Phil Gennuso, Phil Gennuso Arts, POETRY
Phil Gennuso Arts
Some ancients tell us, that eons ago,
these sweet goddesses joined together,
and created the Milky Way.
17 Thursday Dec 2020
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your glow is almost surreal,
spilling over the countertop
into the cold darkness.
the power is out, the lines are down,
the wind howls,
the nor’easter is let loose.
not you though,
you sit calm, almost cerebral.
our conversation is so basic,
so elemental,
so soothing,
the rest of the situation
does not seem to matter much.
so we sit together, in silence,
apart from this world,
alone, to ourselves,
trapped by this strange quiet,
surrounded by this growing darkness.
* Part of my new Ebook, Horizons. Info available on my WPress Horizons page.
15 Tuesday Dec 2020
We still treasure
your innocent abandon;
did you hear the drumbeats,
distant and foreboding?
11 Friday Dec 2020
Posted in HORIZONS POSTS, Nature, POETRY, VISUALS
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Birds, Drawing, Fall, HORIZONS EBOOK, Nature, Phil Gennuso, POETRY
you fly quicker now it seems,
the air is so crisp and sweet,
it fills your wings
with tender melodies,
and buoyant promises
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One of the works in my new Ebook, Horizons. You can find out more about Horizons on my WordPress Horizons page, including links to a nice sample copy, and instructions on how to purchase. You can also purchase directly from me, if you feel more secure. Thanks for taking a look! I always appreciate comments!
01 Tuesday Dec 2020
How close you both seem,
soaring and so free,
flying with wings outstretched,
in the wild blue yonder!
I am alone and a bit sad,
stuck here,
still glued to the ground.
19 Thursday Nov 2020
The golden light shines,
the morning sparkles,
platinum, red, auburn, turquoise;
You see yourself,
your mirror speaks
with hushed breezes
without words;
Hidden secrets of love,
buried secrets of pain,
twisted secrets of angers,
buried deep within your heart;
But also, even stronger,
even more insistent,
Tender secrets of your youth,
still poised, still in motion,
still possible,
still a mystery.
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