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O goddess of love

I pray you be

the rise of dawn

that lifts me tall

into a selfless plane

beyond the hunger

in my veins

for tender pulse,

for selfish bleed.

I ask you, meet

this longing high

that love be like

a willing star

that has no other need

except to shine.

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(c) 1995 Betty Hayes Albright

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If she held a beacon

tightly to her breast

it would not shadow her,

nor would her hands be stained

were she to touch

the Holy Grail.

Her veins would never tangle

should she frolic

with the gods

nor would she burn to ashes

running naked

through the fire.

She’d not be struck with blindness

nor would her conscience bleed

were she to waken Eros

from a dream.

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(c) 1995, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright

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Sisyphus knew what it meant

to push the huge mundane

up steep slopes

only to be crushed by repetition.

He avoided carpal tunnels

and somehow kept on pushing

since the mountain was still there,

and there was no free lunch, they said,

and no supper either.

His only pay was eternity

and Zeus always kept the change.

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(c) 1996, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright

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Resuscitation

Oh Muse,

source: wikipedia

into our empty lungs

blow deep

the lucid sky.

Inside these brimming

unsung hearts

pump earth

and trees and fire.

Smooth the scars

that line our veins,

infuse them

with the sea,

till we inhale

your playful light

and breathe out

poetry.

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(c) 1994, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright

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He steams her edge

and like stamps

on a postcard

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she curls in the heat

falling free from the corner

of mythology

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to be saved

by the fire

in his hands.

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(c) 1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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She goes not lightly

to that place,

a candle (eine Kerze)

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not without a candle

does she climb

to where he waits

in an ancient cave.

He wears no mask,

just polished sight

as he tools his words

on skins of truth

then tender-lights

her candle

in his fire.

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(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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