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Poetry (such as it is)
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| Every little once in a while, in a sort of fit, there is a compression of expression. So far, a dozen poems with a variety of moods are shown here. |
| To River In Moon River, slow-flowing and going down the land, You are humble and do not understand, Night-moon towering, showering you with light, You a silver, even silver, faller to the sea, Winding stone-dumb in the numb numb night. Whoa! it stops me, how faithful you are: You do not know that Earth is moon of a star. And on this moon, shone on by moon, You insinuate shapely, stately ways, On stones, carefully round and carelessly strewn. |
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| Fall Regret The hillside flowers died today, And autumn mushrooms heap the tray. If I could turn the sun-road 'round, And make Old Winter lose his way... |
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| Could It Be? Perhaps it's all just atoms stacked, By a lonely god who felt he lacked An audience for moral talks -- The Universe as artifact! |
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| One Way It Ends Many and many a friendship Has failed in the following way: That one says we must use my ball, And play as I say we play. Play on my chosen court, And play as I say we do, Else the playing is ended, Under the rules that I drew -- For one more compliant than you. |
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| Note to Self If yesterday Was hauled away And buried by a dog, And today was cuffed a bit And played with by a cat, I can only hope tomorrow Has a better luck than that. |
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| Ready, Willing It was the time waking bees, A flush of green was on the trees. A desire came on me north to fly, Too bad, I thought -- wrong species. |
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| Lammergeier Fly up higher, lammergeier, Will you your breakfast take? Higher, higher, lammergeier, That downcast bones do break. |
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| Little Linda Patty Moore Little Linda Patty Moore Fell in love with a stevedore. When after, she and he did wed, They lived awhile on fish and bread. In time it chanced his ship came in, But turned about, went out again. So she's been rich and she's been poor, Little Linda Patty Moore. |
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| In Central Pennsylvania When a local met a local, Coming through the rye, One with pizza box in hand, Other's hoagie held on high, How fared our team That played last night The good old white and blue? Wild joy springs in the other's eye -- A win for PSU! Around the country -- ridge and valley, There are many misty rides, Tallest mountains in the world, God laid them on their sides. |
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| Robes of Green Re-write of an old camp-song verse The trunks of living trees are shut As firmly as a hickory nut. How drape their limbs in robes of green? They leave them out for sake of spring! |
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| Untoward I am very worried, Things are untoward -- If I am not scared to death, I suppose I will be bored. |
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| Happy Birthday The bright horns blare Ta-daa! The strings resound with mirth, This must be, most certainly, The anniversary of your birth! |
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| End of Poetry Page for the moment... |
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