Poetry

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Christmastide

In the barren white of winter’s snow, With darkness all around, On wild paths where shepherds climb, And donkeys bear King David’s line, The Virgin humbly goes.   Wombed in warmth the Redeemer treads, Beneath the star that lights the land, For frozen palm and icy road, Or fallen rock and heavy load, Trouble not…

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Anthropomorphic

Do you see the patterns on your hands, at your fingertips, Do you read the inroads and waving curves, the patterns of the earth, Inhabit your mind derelict relic of olden times, Moldy pyramid standing tall with the diamond eye, I want to see right through the sky into tomorrows yesterday Send me readings pulsating…

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The Peaceful Rebellion

We once had earthly masters, Who lied and shook with rage, When we had but dared to question, The bars of our rusting cage.   Their vision was sometime noble, With peace and plenty for man, But freedom the price they demanded, All earth their chosen span.   For freedom we long had waited, A…

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The Running Hare

In silver woods beneath the Moon, On roads below the Sun, The wind is singing an ancient tune, Of the hares eternal run.   For earth and stars are slow and still, And the wind breathes through the rye, When ‘cross the brackish ruddy rill, The hare comes slipping by.   And racing there the…

World Cup

Behold, the chalice of fortune and fate Whose gilded flair we leave too late To bear the tears from solemn gates Of lost time and chores, I promulgate: The last season’s wings have flown Though your vision eats up my nights I claim only what is now not my own But what stole my dreams…

The Dream Machine

If I were less than some impressed, voyeur of the stars I’d sit beneath the sky above, and weave my threads Manufacture empty schemes, build homes so far Consume the dreams, from the Dream Machine Though we are poles apart The gold that glitters on TV screens, Are the objects of our devotion; The Masters…