Tag: poetry
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Pilgrims Walking – VI
Tired from the road they sought our abode We are utterly smote, one ventures, coughing at fire smoke He chokes down sour wine, hands it over his hand to mine I say this weather will not clear for some time, let us pass time Some light, even a mote, even remote, must show before you…
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Wisdom of Nine Books Read
They had read but nine books between them, what their libraries had available Besides the Bible, a smattering of John Bunyan, a line or two from Donne Abundance of knowledge like a ring too small To learn or love when you already know it all Neither gall nor guile surprises the self-reliant His earth the…
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Never beg a bandit for water
Two thirsty nazis toads Sore from the open road They beg water with no oaths Leave them open throated Burn the slaughter Beyond enemy lines with no orders Nazi blood caked marauder I wore khaki and carried a king’s shilling Now I am hacking through gizzards, aroused when killing The scenes I choose to leave…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
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Pilgrims Walking – IV
We have lamps inside us Whose light outshines us Shines outside us Shrine to holiness Lazaret of Lazarus Mage of Montserrat We are sheep with a wise husbandrist You are bondmen drifting in twisted chains Someone is grinning at widespread chagrin Someone is winning by this felling wind Silence is telling, loud is the shelling …
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