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A Longing QuestionAlfred Lord Tennyson, where is he now? Whose dark eyes watch the jaywalkers swim past? What's in front of his face? Does he know how The crow flew quickly across the charred grass?A Longing Question
And T.S. Eliot with tea in hand, "Two clumps of sugar," he says, "Will you please?" Did he deface "values" of modern man? Is his seat in the back of history?
Why is Robert Frost meeting up with them? He tows winter's rope. Is that his season? Will the other two be fur-coated men? Do they know well, winter's trying treason?
Why these fine men? Are they in their fur, clothed?
by ~NvOaLlAoNr
Our Laity of PeaceShe's a worn out piece of leather,Our Laity of Peace
Stained tobacco grain brown.
Cross stitched to her memories
With left and right extremist twine,
And single stitched with moderate thread,
Sanguine with ruby drops of martyrdom,
Whose wound never fully scars over.
What is her running rate?
The aftermath of some nightshade cocktail?
Some outdated coins found between disheveled cushions?
She wears religious jewlery,
But petty thieves have mugged her before
and headed off with relics by which they declared &
by ~NvOaLlAoNr
Of the U.S.S. Doubt and the...Of the U.S.S. Doubt and the Bottom of the OceanOf the U.S.S. Doubt and the...
by Nolan Walker
Sliding through the fingers of the Santa Anna winds, Like wasted decks of cards are the minds of thoughtless men. They harness not the potential, for they harness not themselves, Dredging through life's Rhyme and Reason with their dreams upon the shelves. Such a waste of breathless air as to pass below the radar, By taking what they can and leaving None, they leave their scar.
The mind's true Elation to and fro is tossed about. Across the scores of teeming oceans, flying broadside to the Doubt. But w
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AloftAloft, forewarned the Dreamer's heart, Of rising gales as they engulfed, The very meaning of his art, Like snares impede the raging hulk.Aloft
Look about with steady eye, Say, look about your night, A woman's heart that men belie, Run off from wanting sight.
The Dreamer's glance dissolved in hers, Eyes mirroring heavenly lights, Where from the North the lights ensures Her eyes gleam radiant their heights!
by ~NvOaLlAoNr
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