Monthly Archives: June 2010

The Inventor’s Song

(Inspired by Ayn Rand’s Hank Rearden in Atlas Shrugged.) Red glow I have made in the sky, Red glow of the mind of me, Alive with my pride on high, My metal-might flight I see. From rocky, dry dust of … Continue reading

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Song of Good Men

The light of day, though be it gray, Is better light than none; And light of right, that leads our way, ‘Gainst evil is the sun. Our righteous song does conquer wrong, Our joyous words ring true; Fair Reason’s hymn … Continue reading

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The Communist Creed

The more you make, the more we take; Our mouths are grinning wide, And what you make, for justice’ sake, Is piled up on our side. The soul of need is our great greed To have what you have got, … Continue reading

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The Harsh Cold Night

As we nestled on in from the harsh, cold night, With a blanket around us and soft fire-light, I could feel in the blood-beats that sang in your throat You were hearing as I did Love’s tempestuous note. Both your … Continue reading

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Where Day Did Dart

The cloud-blinds part, The sun beams through; I sudden start, For there are you! Beside a tree You stand, quite still, Then move toward me; I have my will. Upon your face A point of sun; You walk with grace … Continue reading

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Americans Can

And would you be a “little man” And look up to the state? Then do not ever say, “I can”, But give yourself to fate. The little men of Europe Forever bend and bow; The little men of Russia, Their … Continue reading

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Time’s Reward

Time, with stern and level eyes, Waits the dying of evil lies, Waits the breaking of evil hands, Waits the sinking of evil lands. Time waits; he does not fail Noting joy in the far “Hail!”, Seeing gold on faint … Continue reading

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Starting Up

I owe you not one thing, And not to me do you; Don’t envy my space-wing, But seek yourself the blue. And then, if you can’t fly, Do neither whine, not cry, But stand on earth and sing With admiration … Continue reading

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Spring, with Soft Feet

Spring, with soft feet, walked the ground; Grasses slid up without sound. Spring leaped light into the trees; Buds popped out with gentlest ease. Spring in sparrow tweets and hops, And flutters wings that never stop. Now in my eyes … Continue reading

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With A Dream

Out of sleep she is risen With a dream for tomorrow, A bright tomorrow that’s far away. With her pen and her papers She will strike out all sorrow, Let joy come in for the final say. So severe is … Continue reading

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Yea, Now I See Thee

Yea, now I see thee, love, Thy smooth round thighs have opened up my eyes To all that’s glorious and great and free, And joyous as an early summer morn. Thy fair wide hips’ expanse, Whereon my hips shall dance … Continue reading

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And Wast Thou Made For Love?

And wast thou made for love, my dearest? And wast thou made for love? Yea, for the moon was made for the sun, Forever his imbibing one, As thou wast made to drink the sea Of tides of joy that … Continue reading

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The Chance

Thou, serene of face and brow, What is that beguiles thee now Upon the windy shore? Free man leaping easily, Takes the very eyes of thee, And dost thou yearn for more? Sit thee not, nor wait for it— Dream … Continue reading

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The Noblest Fact

When thou and mine Were me and thine In glad young years together, We passed the time With lips sublime That pressed in April weather. We gat more joy Of girl and boy Than any guessed or knew of, As … Continue reading

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O Liberty

Thy light, O Liberty, If not for me Is not for thee. Only if boldly mine Can it be wholly thine. If I am slave, Then thou art broken; If I’m in shade, Base things have spoken; If I am … Continue reading

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Inspired by Robert Tracy’s “Refreshing”.

Thou, over the dark blue water, Thou, with the sun on thy face through the broken clouds, Thou, worth more to me than the earth or sky, Or all the thick-grown trees between, Thou, nakedly perfect, perfectly serene, With a … Continue reading

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I Can Draw

(I wrote this for my friend Robert Tracy and his loving wife Linda.) I looked in the winda An’ what did I see? My slender gal Linda A-lookin’ at me. With gun in my holster I was itchin’ to ride, … Continue reading

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Open Window

The long gray clouds have shuttered out the light; A swath of misty curtain falls to ground. The day departs before it is yet night, But now I hear a most melodious sound. From out an open window sails a … Continue reading

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Dream

Sad, sad, sad—–the storm is going away. Woe, woe, woe—–the winds no longer blow. For a time all of nature was one with us, Was as wild as our passion, had fun with us, And the rain, trees and thunder … Continue reading

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Night Again

Be sad, not glad, O Love, For the light that fills the sky. Our sleep, it was so sweet, Love, But now we’re saying, “Bye”. With lips on lips, O Love, We had pressed in night so dear; With hands … Continue reading

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I Worship Here

My hands ride slow and easy up the wall, This marble wall that pulls me to the sky. With naked chest I feel it sailing tall, And I can barely see the bright blue sky. I worship here this glory … Continue reading

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To Each Man Man

His life, his liberty, his pursuit of pride— These three to a man shall be undenied. The worship of these must be second to none, But to man the father and to man the son. His joy and happiness will … Continue reading

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A Blessing Sigh

Half in my cardboard tent, Lighting a last cigarette, Looking at smokestacks high, I breathe a happy sigh. I’ve written this day a poem Of towers that are my home, My spiritual home of height When all my words are … Continue reading

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The King-Shakers

The Boston Tea party a party was not, Not in word or emotion or deed. A courageous act of rebellion it was, And it planted our freedom’s seed. The brave men that acted it Hadn’t thought of delight When they … Continue reading

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Then An Eagle

A strange bird sang in the top of a tree; I listened, as though it were singing to me. He sang of the sky and the winds that are free, And I thought of my home as he sang to … Continue reading

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