The sentencing goes blithely on its way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and time
In having its undeviable say.
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If tires of trees I seek again mankind, Well I know where to hie me–in the dawn, To a slope where the cattle keep the lawn. There amid loggin juniper reclined, Myself unseen, I see in white defined Far off the homes of men, and farther still, The graves of men on an opposing hill,…
Anguish
An inflated blood-pressureA racing heartAs a rage beyond measure,Threatens to rip the lands apart Knitted brows and a fiery glareHer red-lips curl in ultimate hateAn inferno-encapsulated stareSears my innards and seals my fate Sizzling with wrath like hot, scalding oilThose eyes radiate icy lethalityHer face contorts like a crumpled foilOn the brink of a blast…
Any Lifetime
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the masterIs either death in disguise or a deep sleep.The water that pollutes you is poison;The poison that purifies you is water.
No ship of all that under sail or steam
But Pilgrim-manned the Mayflower in a dreamHas been her anxious convoy in to shore.
Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World’s Eye Doth View by William Shakespeare
Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,Utt’ring bare truth, even so as foes commend.Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,But those same tongues that give thee so thine ownIn other accents do this praise…
At the end of the row
Of an unemployed hoe.It rose in offenseAnd struck me a blowIn the seat of my sense.It wasn’t to blameBut I called it a name.And I must say it dealtMe a blow that I feltLike a malice prepense.You may call me a fool,But was there a ruleThe weapon should beTurned into a tool?And what do we…