Latterday Knight Fervour
In days of old when knights were bold and tables never rounder A maid distressed in blushes dressed when menaced by some bounder Or hoary dragon's fiery breath could call on Camelot's founder
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Good China for Ash
I step out in front of the car. Explode like Beaujolais over the pavement. Reoccuring. Beautiful. Silence, as my blood forms rivulets, running towards the toes of my mesmerized audience.
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Tzara-ist Manifesto
Da da, da blah.... "Freedom: DADA DADA DADA, the howl of clashing colors, the intertwining of all contradictions, grotesqueries, trivialities: LIFE." [T. Tzara, "Dada Manifesto," 1918]
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Jewels
I have to go down to the ground and put my feet on bare earth to feel the living moment. I have each of these moments ready to become precious jewels of memory.
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Hear My Train A'Comin
Been blue for way too long, (stuck in this ol Yankee town,) try as I might things they go wrong; though I try to do right and be a good friend, in the end 'most every one lets me down.
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Fornevermore
One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.
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Sunset Sonnet 2
One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.
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INVESTITURE poem
Having your son invested as a Cub is a special affair. I remember the experience when it was my turn. Now, it's his.
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In this square
Wall three. Wind-chimes.
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From his bed in the capital city
the old lady who was in the local newspaper after biting the arm of her mugger.
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