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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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"If thou canst plan a noble deed,
And never flag till it succeed,
Through in the strife thy heart should bleed,
Whatever obstacles control,
Thine hour will come-go on, true soul!
Thou'lt win the prize, thou'lt reach the goal."

-Clarence Mackay

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loons are calling
come to the waters edge
moon light swoons the day

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Luna moth

Blinded Luna Moth
caught in the city's night web
pollinates street lights

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reveries

bubbles swell and burst
irised on a silver stream
reveries of spring.

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branches lain to rest
snaps of attention
like our dead can do

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Huzzah!

I enjoy Haiku
Underappreciated
Though it often is

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A Spring Chore haiku

Mucking out the barn,
Cows resent broken stolid peace
Why must humans intrude?

The 5-7-5 syllable line-up in three lines presents quite a challenge and is often ignored in painting a lovely vignette invoking the season. The Japanese impose their iron-clad discipline on us. We should not rebel but rather take it as a challenge.

There is always a heavy sense of zen within a really good haiku. What is there and nothing more completely paints a perfect picture. I am forever enthralled by this particular brand of poetry, mostly due to this aspect.

The more I meditate, the closer I feel to becoming one with the subject at hand in such a spare style. Perhaps I shall become good one day. It is a worthy task, both for the craft and the spirit.

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Definition of a traditional Haiku:

n. pl. haiku also hai·kus
1. A Japanese lyric verse form having three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables, traditionally invoking an aspect of nature or the seasons.
2. A poem written in this form.

(From The American Heritage Dictionary)

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a spring haiku

Early morning calm.
A pair of swans glide soundlessly
beneath cloudless blue cool.

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