“A masterpiece by Jove!” Well, so, said he.
His tour de force, unique, and he as much.
And who were we, to dare to disagree,
Though...
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Thar She Blows
Hark, thar she blows, all might an’ spew,
a sixty-footer breakin’ through.
All hands on deck, thar’s much to do;
the hunt’s... -
Clarified
Who dared to dwell where dreams reside,
where visions may be clarified.
What dreams were dreamt were shed and swept,
their dreamers... -
How Comes the Poem
as always
the bizarre
baffling from life into death
the constant verse of being
its volumes of illusions
entering and... -
Too Small for Grieving
Fly little sparrow, don’t you stay,
it’s not a day for singing.
The morning air is cold and still,
even the bells aren’t ringing.... -
In Mystery Charmed
One afternoon when I in ramblings be;
Of bothers none, an autumn’s day enjoyed.
Alone by choice, my thoughts of only thee;
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A Terrorist Departing
Who’ll care for him, attend his needs,
who’ll try to put him at his ease?
Who’ll tell him tales of way back when,
where he may be a... -
The Crystal Glass
A crystal glass so finely cut to claim the evening’s hue;
my ancient leather whiskey chair, to sip the tranquil dew.
Senses stir the amber... -
Slept to Debt
No point to bide, the poor man died;
for what it’s worth, at least he tried.
He gave his best but never blest;
on bad advice, he did... -
At Last at Rest
Held him up when he was drunk
and hugged him when he cried.
Although she’d grown to hate him,
her wedding vows employed.
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In Temper’s Heat
What I just said in temper’s heat
when should have let it lie.
Too late the fool who spoke too soon
and such a fool am I.
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Pimped
To groom and prune, make her sweat;
keep her deeper, steeped in debt.
Lead her, cede her, cur to cur;
reserved and served, make her... -
An Irishman, I Presume (A fairytale)
Where found meself, I never knowed,
a poor auld Irishman abroad.
No tellin’ where to place me foot,
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I Could a Been a Poet
“By Jove!” Said he, “I think I’ll write a poem;
A verse of rhyme, ’twill be my great debut.”
A sonnet then, a form that he could... -
The Eygptian
From youth my flair to tiller bound
for I a river man.
When we to sail the mighty Nile
in how her spirits ran.
Our canvas...