Monthly Archives: February 2014

Individual Beauty

An individual man went walking down the street With individual steps to an individual beat. Big groups were on each corner—the dems, repubs and gays, And blacks and Jews and Christians, and even groups of strays. They called on him … Continue reading

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Of Gold

Integrity and honesty Are standards very high; The one is true to principles, The other doesn’t lie. A standard should be solid, An absolutness sure, And never torn or fallen, But endlessly endure. If you would save a fortune Don’t … Continue reading

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A Carol

I sing of one Who’s always one, And never knows division; She’s like the sun That’s always sun And only has one mission: To be as he O’er land and sea, No shadow, but all shine, As she to me … Continue reading

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Carol (after a 15th century carol)

I sing of a maiden Who is matchless; Man of all men For her king she chose. She came all so strong Where he working was, As sun in April That pierceth through the grass. She came with strong song … Continue reading

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End of Ends

Life alone to life is ever pleasing, Never canc’rous ill or death appeasing; Joy alone to life is life’s own triumph, Love-of-life initial passion highest. Pride of pride to life is crown and glory, End of ends that rouses with … Continue reading

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Head of the Class

When there be men of back-bone few, When strong men are deplete; When no man seems sincere or true, Too many incomplete; When most are cowards, do not stand For principles or right, But shake another coward’s hand And to … Continue reading

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When A Tyrant

When a tyrant is branded a tyrant, And the people hate him, too, The end of his reign is apparent, The run of his rage is through. When men call a liar a liar, Tell schemers in fact, they do … Continue reading

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Rachmaninoff’s Preludes

A ripple of notes in a wave of sound, A sudden charge to a higher ground; A pause at the top, an almost stop, Then a leap, then a flutter, a swoop and a soar— Rachmaninoff’s Preludes are here once … Continue reading

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The WMD

The weapon of mass destruction came— A raindrop that didn’t stop. An ant on the sand, his deadly aim, And on it he hit with a plop. The ant giggled “Hee” and lifted his head, Then said, “Gee, gee, I … Continue reading

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Where Is America?

Oh, where is America, is she now at home? Or is she America wherever you roam? Is she there above you in the steel that soars high, Or is she inside you, as a thing that can’t die? Is her … Continue reading

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Still Snowin!

The spit an’ shine o’ spring is sprung— In my imagination, An’ sin’ a song I sing is sung I rise in elevation! Tho’ winter, bold, still wins wi’ cold I’ve wings tha’ can out-fly ‘im; My thought ha’ taught … Continue reading

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God of Motion, King of Try

The deer wants leaves of beauty To chew and swallow down; The bear wants spheres of honey To claw and lick around. The whale’s mouth, it opens wide To let sweet fishes in, But man, some say, he must decide … Continue reading

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The Fairy Man

Oh, the fairy man’s a merry man Who’s flitting here for fun; Of daisy-maid he’ll not be ‘fraid To smooch her on the run. The buttercups, he’ll clip ’em tight, So gentle-tight, profound, His wings-of-loving whirring bright, Though stirring not … Continue reading

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Let’s Go Again

Oh, let’s go again a-riding So late into the night, For the young heart’s still abiding, And the moon again is bright. Though our arms be not as strong, And our horses tame and slow, We will sing the good … Continue reading

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A Fresh Fresh Gale

O My Love’s like a fresh, fresh gale That leaps from the western sea; O My Love’s like a happy tale That tells rare joys to me. As bright art thou, my lively star, So deep in love am I: … Continue reading

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Maid of Miker

There was a maid in Miker (Was never maid so fair), And I not there to like her (Sun yellow was her hair). She sat a horse in MIker (Was never maid so fair), And he would never fight her … Continue reading

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Not Another

My Highland Mary, she was true, As true as not another; Nor other would I e’er pursue, Not e’en her pretty sister. My Mary has such lovely face, More even than her mother; Naught in this world can e’er displace, … Continue reading

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589. Self, Les

He was going to get high on some drugs, He was only a no-show without, But the bliss that he found in drug’s hugs Was an emptiness filled up with doubt. So he got him some more of those things … Continue reading

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Where Is Anger?

There are honest true thinkers Who revere the truths they find; There are deviant liars Who desecrate the mind; There are people who know something And who stand by what they know; There are others who know nothing, But disguise … Continue reading

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On

I strike a match— Leaps flame in glowing purity! Then small it goes, so milky soft. I flick my wrist and it is off. I strike another, larger match— A little torch it tries to be, And now, at last, … Continue reading

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Galentine

I love a gal, I love her well, She IS my gal, in fine; And every day I do her tell, “You are my Galentine.” Most other men, they love their Val, But she I’ll not make mine. There’s only … Continue reading

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The Great Aim

We lean for the starways, All set to blast off; Goodbye to low Earth Days, Low wars and low vice. We’re trying new high ways Of no sacrifice. Our rocket is ready, We’re firmly strapped in; New worlds for our … Continue reading

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The Individuals

“Hey Tom!” said Joe excitedly, “Did you hear the President’s latest decree? He said we’re to be a member of a group by March first or else we could be fined one hundred dollars a day. I’m glad I don’t … Continue reading

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What Really Counts

Bob was talking with a group of businessmen in his hill-country home, speaking about individual rights. His special guest, (though why he was, he couldn’t guess) a liberal senator from Nevada, suddenly yelped, “Bah! Individual rights are out of date! … Continue reading

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Nightmare Pimple

The eighty thousand capacity Arena of Selflessness was packed with over one hundred thousand bodies. These bodies had mouths, and the mouths were all shouting, “Long live the Dictator! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!” Then the Dictator stepped up on the platform … Continue reading

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