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Is it his words or vaulting ambitionThat wrings such tears out from my sober eyes?To read can raise me up from perdition?Or must I speak the speech and dramatise?These words of pure sweet honey have been pennedBy author sharp as spur with sharper quill.A dulcet written verse is a godsend.Their taste when read aloud is…
Do not wait for me while you run this race.And don’t look back til you have crossed the line.By climbing hills at ever quickening paceYou’re leading now, but I’m not far behind.I watch you race and try to cheer from aft,Though live I with monstrous green eyed fiend.For difficult is happiness to craftWhile straggling, wishing…
I’m stealing time from Fate for to create:But how I shall I fear I’ll never know.I’m kneeling before Muses near prostrate.O why morale like rotten fruit hangs low?I long to let the art within my soulControl a future of its own designA song that’s locked away without paroleCajoles the silent singer to repine.I wonder how…
Remember we the death of young Socus:We weep for courage often brings us tears.And Socus, he had more than most of us.Yet still he ran to doom chased by his fears.So Socus then could not escape his fate.Desire and speed could not preserve his soul.To die the endless pattern did dictate.And die he did, for…
Of oft a dream’s a dream one must wake fromI Oxford, waking is just like the dream.Surreal we have strolled the streets o’ercomeWhile lines of Chekhov in our heads beteem.Midsummer and Macbeth we all have readAnd sonnets manifold did we all learn.We danced the farandole, needles and thread.Our voices used for woe and laughs in…
Upon occasion, dreams become concernsOf topics wrong and rotten and obscene.Our world will turn and churn until it burnsLike potion in a cauldron boiling green.And curséd witches slowly change the airTo gaseous smoky poison, thick and grey.As leaders prey, eyes closed, heads bowed in prayer,The young devolve becoming bleeding clay.Cold mountains crumble, dead from man’s…
Tis sure, it will get better if we tryto breathe and to remember to maintainan attitude of goodly quality.Keep calm and smile and sing to art’s refrain.Or will things stay the same just as they are?No matter how much time and effort spentOur dreams will shift like an unfixéd star.It disappears. We wonder where it…
So young and full of promise they all were.It’s they who ought to be here. Unjust.They walked this troubled earth, a whirlwind blur.And times were changed with just one powerful gust.Some clashed with guns, still others razed with words.Inspired by their gods to fight their wars,They followed leaders like migrating birdsTo their deaths. Now ghosts…
Cacophony of sound is in my bonesSpent days with just myself with which to talk.And feeling lonely makes one feel alone.So down the road I go for a long walk.In search of quiet time and beer to drink,For muses in this silence speak to me.Within a pub, I sit myself to thinkBeside these folk alive…