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Taylor Made
We find, sometimes, it is only win or lose This lesson often learned more than once Either we stick a needle where we choose Or that needle will stick us where it wants
Full Circle or Geriatric Lament
When wee small and wheeled about This was the only way I could get out Now I’m past four score years and ten And it’s the only way I can get out again
Again
Again, I ask you to sing me my song I do not know the tune or the words Unclear where notes or rests belong Even to me this sounds quite absurd Still, I know, if I once hear this tune I will believe I have always known it A self-symphony, under sun or moon This […]
#Slipping Points
I. The Most Addictive Drug What is, do you think, the most addictive drug If I suggest possibilities, you may nod or shrug It is neither heroine nor is it prevalent nicotine It’s something that makes us act more obscene What, you say? You believe it is crack cocaine By comparison to this, we would […]
No Escape
Majestic and soaring the green willow grows So tenderly and sweetly its branches drape All cut down in life’s prime, no river flows Birds, all life large or small, cannot escape
More Than
How will we ever know what is right Despite what all hierophants preach How do we keep our fiery hope alight Our answer’s unknown, but we reach If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, never I cannot imagine the need to coin one I been proven wrong, still, I am clever At night there’s moon, […]
Part and Parcel
Land’s end Is it real Or only metaphor Will it bend As need will reveal What we’ll use it for The coastal horizon Undiscovered place Where we walk Will we put a guise on To hide our face, or So we don’t balk The known world They tell me is set I cannot believe it […]
Unknown Wisdom
When children regard war and terror as normal Films, television, video games just the siren’s call Can we wonder how fucked-up our life’s become Reality a child dismembered by a roadside bomb So grab your toys, run away, find a place to hide No help, as down the razor-blade of life we slide Our mad […]
Ere We Fall
Who knows what we have lost to the cause of war Music, art, novels, plays, poems, films and more Bachs, Da Vincis, Berninis, Monets create wings The Shakespeares, Elliotts, Cassatts gone missing Would we find saviors numbered among the dead No way now to know to where they may have led Wars are equal-opportunity, high […]
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