A lot of my angels, supporters, followers and every other synonym that belongs to the classification of these words
say they have a hard time finding my new works.
Welcome to Canadian Freshness, my list of newly penned muses that are ready to be born and tossed into poetry cyberworld so that they will bring me more fame and fortune through the circle of cyberlove friendships that have bond us, continuiously donating to me the support that I need during my recovery.
I ask you to grab your cup of java, or your cannette of beer; pull up a stool, rocker, or easy chair; smoke a cigarette, cigar, or joint and enjoy my muses where we are able to connect!
For those wishing to continue to follow my saga and survival of living with HIV since my diagnoses in 1987, I have supplied the link below.
HIV and AIDS
A Collection by lordoftherings
allpoetry.com/list/4219
MY NEW Novella
Diary of An HIV Patient
allpoetry.com/list/24479
Gregg 
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Storms her marriage with outside affairs.
Forms the battle starting the Trojan war, -
Released: Now freed -- accept
My mortality. -
Her politics earn her
The right to wear her crown -
Mythologist reading – reciting Boehm
My canonical writings are my tomb -
Demons are angry for I
Toss them in mortal light -
In cosmic’s universe I fly --
Shake – kiss the hands of kings and tsars -
Refuses his priesthood
Launches manifesto -
brush hairs kiss painter’s easel
silver blood moon shines -
I have been told -- been dis-eased -- the day I was birth
This afternoon I saw my winter wonder sand -
ice drips on stained mirrored table
rainbows shine through smoky glass -
chop white birch, I hear
songs of Mother’s season, stop -- -
above rainy days
we summer soar to see -
a glass half empty
to an alcoholic is -
Yet all I hear is my father’s voice boom like Zeus --
And Poseidon’s tears swim upon my youthful skin. -
on cold winter silver days --
chop white birch, - I hear, -
This crucial
TIME -
grave gray monument
marks my life's existence in -
two 'o 'o six -- o-
lympics, i'm a nationalist -
Would be spilled amongst penned love, not a shameful abused life
As Anthropos and I dance the final snip of my destiny. -
Dew drips tears as ink
Spills on papyrus paper -
As I climb out of Abyss’s hole
My muses push me on until I sigh -
Before
The nine muses: -
Shakespeare
Uses over -
Winding Waterway floods
Her Fields of Rushes are filled with -
expects fornication
girl hides instinctively -
So she fluttered and flopped
And tired -- she'd stopped -
After he reciprocated
He went home and masturbated -
War and terror
'Tis no error7 lines, 6 comments, on Mar 3 11:04 PM 2006. In Society
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So Death, let me finish my novel
So I can finally meet my angel -
Inside a silver dome chrome-filled star ship
An angel leans over with eyes blue lake -
Villanelles only have two rhymes
Repeating lines define the verse -
forget zero
no human wants to hear -
Through the cause of Eve -- have fun -- bit by bit
Perhaps seen heaven in poetry bliss -
My eyes have lost their brightness as I die:
As water escapes – a salt single tear -
Upon my white unicorn you will grace
Reserved only for a prima donna -
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I carry it with pride -- I have no shame.
It’s later in life when they want me tame -- -
In blackened bathroom glass I face my fears
I see my eyes daily lose their love's light -
Join hands, let’s go and together we weep
Watch daily the skies where flies the white dove -
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We are soldiers and we fight the fight
It all started with infected seeds -
by ~Gregg Rowe~ There was a boy who had been abused
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Memorizing words, priceless gifts from her heart
Flourishing fragile words flower like blooms -
Yearning youthfulness that I still search to find
Zaftig zephyrs blow whispered music in my mind -
rush, rush rushing and hear hear hearing
it rises and rises and I try -
I thank my cosmic forces for spilled Bic®
My pen through life was my masculine dick -
Then we pen away in rhyming couplets
Creating a new form without regrets -
half-clothed males in fountains
females produce hard ons -
I reflect the scenes I had just seen
Madonna, Mary, Mother Mild -
I asked G-d: \Who am I?\
He replied: -
Death has paused to dance with me
And with sinewy fingers -
A shot gun blast of a sound
I am covered in a white light -
Good-bye my angel, good-bye my good friend
I know you'll be waiting when my time ends -
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What would you do? What would you read?
Stranded on an island for a week! -
Give me another year to celebrate
And G-d will open the Golden Gates -
Yesterdays, yesteryears -- they have parted
Early mornings -- I have been awaken -
Oh Lord, there is a problem with my Sire
The King’s choir, finally is on fire -
With glee I get to design my Bower:
Private theme – My Own Private Idaho --19 lines, 9 comments, on Feb 26 12:10 AM 2007
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Not one on the stage is my special hoe
Because I’m gay and I’m saying it so bold!36 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 15 3:30 PM 2007
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As I try to forget pains and sorrows
On this Christmas Eve day43 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 4 5:04 PM
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Aphrodite
visualizing you through closed eyes6 lines, 5 comments, on Feb 25 2:38 AM
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~by Gregg Rowe~ contemplate suicide5 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 25 10:51 PM
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choatic
endings11 lines, 10 comments, on Feb 28 11:04 PM
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~by Gregg Rowe~
42 lines, 38 comments, on Apr 10 3:54 AM
