Tag Archives: Author – Geoff Gunther

The rains have come and the earth has put out fresh tender shoots;
But our drought continues and gnaws at our slender roots.

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From the bush of our burning grief comes the voice of your singing,
But from the ash of our hearts never a phoenix is springing.

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I wish every man the love of a woman beautiful and tender.
Unless he has first died on her breast, he can never fully surrender.

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Nearly fourteen hundred years since the orchard of desire was inspected—
During which time the trees have flourished as though hormone-injected.

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The men of God are kingly men indeed—
Scions of light, not begotten from seed.

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Today I looked in the mirror, and saw a dead man’s eyes.
A mirror when questioned always faithfully replies.

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Nowadays men are concerned with structures of bones,
The bones of machines and buildings—never with thrones.

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Dawn is a friend who comes to rouse the lover from grief,
And enemy, for from his pain he wants no relief.

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Our tears are a fountain of self-deception, a waterfall
Between us and the Reception being held in the Diamond Hall.

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