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A simple poetic departure.

God Is Good.
So Am I.
All Is Well.
Thanks.
Good-Bye.

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Tears and Time

Glistening Tears
Crystalline Drops
Streaming Alone Through
Smiling Grooves
Meeting Their Bed
of Tissues like
Flesh Leaves the
Spirit to Depart From It
Unable to Reverse It
Nothing You Can Do
The Drops of Reality
in those Tissues...
Could Water the Crops
and Extinguish a Wildfire
With Their...
Painful & Somber Voyage.
Ah but Now Those Tissues
Become
Like The Fabric of a
Mother's Apron
on
a Sunny Afternoon.
Oh...
It Must Be Time To Play.

'Mother Mary Come's to Me Speaking Words of Wisdom...
Let It Be."

"La,la,la,la...."

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British Birds Don't Do That

In Houghton-le-Spring,
If you hear a bird sing,
It wouldn’t be that rare I must say.
But if you see one dance
Then it must be from France
In County Durham on holiday.
It’s just too absurd
To suggest British birds
Partake in dances of any kind.
At least not in full view,
That will never do.
British birds are far too refined.

A poem from my latest collection of comic verse for Children... Further info here:

http://originalwriting.ie/bookshop/poetry/a-poets-nonsensical-journey-through-england-scotland-and-wales/

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Ecstatic Dancing

Musical notes fall
Synapses register joy
Crazy toe traction

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Madame Ferdinand Jamin

A rose aroused
Inspires desires

Arising as pyres
Suspiring expire

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Yeah, Andy

What Anna said...

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Hey Andy?

Long time no hear, Free. Let us know if you're still kicking in Vermont's poet cathedral...

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Birth/Rebirth

Conception,
Birth.,
Beauty.
Sickness,
Old age,
Death.
Conception,
Rebirth

Stop.
I just want
To stop.
Or at least
Slow down
At the
Beauty part.
Please?

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Only Seen by a small Torch Light

The Dragon bearing breath of fire
Darkened stillness of the enveloped hour.
Misty bog whitened with fog.
Still trees and moss, fireflies and frogs.
Tolling on the noises harkened by thee night.

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

Floating through the weeded green waters;
by the moat not left ungaurded.
See the Dragon hidden there
Watching, Watching with opened eyes~
Move just wrong, The Darkness shall be gone
Dampened air will soar with flames
If in its path ~ fires will rage.

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

Castle of Grey,
Twisting Away
Flag of Wisdom;
Wildly Whipping;
Wizard of Wonder;
Spells from Above and Under
The Earth and The Sky;
Wizard ole' Wizard~ You must know Why???

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

Dragon, Dragon let me in~
Across the moat over to the drawn bridge.
To See the Wizard, Dragon, Dragon
I must see the Wizard.

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

Branches, Branches under the feet of thee
Snap and Pop the rustle leaves
Noise, Noises in the Night,
The Dragon decides those that are right
and when he feels they are truly wrong~
A breath of Fire ~ Noise be gone!

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

I know~ I sense the Dragon knows~
To the Castle a Stranger goes.
Through rippling water he quickly swims,
to meet; one on one~
the Stranger and Him.

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

Rearing his head as If to Attack~
I couldn't move, No turning back~
Wizard, Wizard I cried aloud

Frightened, Frightened, Full of Fear~
Dragon, Dragon breathes are Near~

And out of Nowhere the Wizard Appeared,
He touched the Dragon with His wand
Then with a moment my fear was gone.
The Dragon resettled in the
misty, weeded waters;
the Wizard raised his wand and these
words followed:

Ashes and Dust
Soot and Rain
Rebuild the Years
May Life Regain
Beads of Burden
Diamonds of Truth
Give Unto Me
This Life's Damned Roots
Toll and Trouble
Disappear Not Double
May Sorrow and Pain
Fade to Wonder
Wizard Wizard
Powers Adue
Abide to Me
Give Me the Roots

In that instant, my soul
stole away from my body and
my brain. It drifted above the wand
afloat; it remained there silently~
Yes, t'was My Ghost.
Gusting winds ripped the Air~

Frightened, Frightened Seeing My Soul Up There

Though it stayed so motionless and still
The Wizard Yelled and Chanted this Spell:

Screaming Winds~
Years Will Give
Whip and Wind
The Clock of Time
Back To Seal
Birthing Fear
Rewind and Dine
On Pain's Divine
Create The New
and Grant
I Grant a Second Time

Over & Over & Over he Chanted
Till the winds stopped the sin
And I lay in my Mother's arms
with a Soul of 70 being just born.

-Sherry Baylis
3/30/1993

This piece is unique and I wrote it long ago.
Enjoy it and reprint with permission only.
Copyrighted December 1993.
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This poem was written by one of my dearest of
friends, resting in peace now; (yeah I know).
He played in a band in NYC called The Felons in the 60's.
He's highly intellectual, specific, a great shot and ever so interesting.
He played guitar and I loved his acoustic stuff. We used to do
a fine Bobby McGee, all crazy like. I've had this piece and
others that he wrote for years and I've decided to sher it.
It is used by permission and sher'd only here at dead.net and
dead.net affiliates. Not for reproduction, thank you.
~Enjoy!

"IF I COULD GO BACK IN TIME"
By
E. Drennen III
October 21, 1999

When day is done & night's begun
to steal across the sky,
I seek out a secluded spot
and think of times gone by.
To visualize and fantasize
on that which used to be,
soothes my mind as I incline
to former centuries.

I dream of scenes of kings & queens
and noble of the realm;
of vagabonds and courtesans,
and sailors at the helm.
Of highwaymen; -excisemen;
-smugglers in a cove;
of privateers 'n buccaneers.
-their chests of Spanish gold!

Or scallywags; -fleet footpads;
-harlequins at play!
Army gunners; -Bow Street runners;
-press gangs on the quay!
Merchants, and street urchins,
-saucy maidens in their frocks;
(-and even that poor varlet
hung at the Execution Dock!)

I see myself drink-to-the-health
of George upon-the-throne.
I celebrate - with my mates -
in songs now rarely known.
Carousing 'round old London-town
on cobblestones we'd stroll;
- cavaliers and grenadiers,
who flourished long ago.

Then there are scenes wherein I seem
to be the bright "gay-blade';
all attired like a squire;
-in buckram and brocade.
A baise waistcoat, a long black cloak,
- a white wig of powdered hair,
in tri-cornered hat with lace cravat;
- I'll look so debonair!

Upon my wrists, silk handkerchiefs
peek out from 'neath my cuffs,
while at my side a sword abides;
- to ward off would-be toughs!
My velvet breeches (with codpiece!)
are bound to catch an eye;
of young coquettes (all-in-a-sweat!)
as I meander by!

Yes; - in my mind I find that I'm
content with thoughts like these;
(- before our modern times arrived
with all its miseries).
And if I could, I surely would
return to 'yesteryear',
and leave behind these present times
which hold for me no cheer....

When day is done and night's begun
to steal across the sky,
I seek out some secluded spot
and think of times gone by.
And if, my friend, you should attend,
and share my frame of mind,
let's join our hand's together;
- and we'll both go back in time!

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