Monthly Archives: August 2015

A Level Of Justice

He had trapped him in a dark alley. His gun was pointed at the murderer of the knifed and robbed and now dead young woman. The lone bystander, who had ran after them from the park said, “I’ll call the … Continue reading

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When Four Lips…

When four lips press in pints of love, Four hands grab gallons more; When four ears welcome roarings of Desire’s seas a-pour; When inner mountains move and shake Volcanic up four eyes, The plain of life is wide awake, Nor … Continue reading

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Coming True

You sleep and dream, a child still, Your lips a glad half smile; All your life your happy will Has charactered your style. Such innocence is in you yet, Though sixty years are flown; The marks of time feel no … Continue reading

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Sunset

One pair of ears appears to hear The words I whisper, soft and low; One pair of eyes show no surprise, But speak to these, “I know it’s so;” One pair of hands, enfolding mine, Affirm the fastness of my … Continue reading

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Reach For It.

Sunflower. sunflower, High, so high, Up you reach and Touch the sky. Time may sleep or Time may run, Clouds may come to Cover sun; Still, you stand your Life-long day Calling children, “Look my way, Stretch and reach as … Continue reading

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Beauty’s Flower

The whole sky’s gray grows darker now, Yet your brow’s May lifts fair; Fall’s petals fall in gardens now, Your two eyes crown the air. The day is dim and dimness gives No hymn of joy, no cheer, But beauty’s … Continue reading

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Day Is Mine!

The clouds’ large fall upon the land, Your lips that drink from my cupped hand, The bending trees, your eyes a-shine, I love the wild when you are mine. The wind blows fierce, we find a cave, And sit and … Continue reading

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Gardens Do

Flowers yellow, pink and blue, Low ones, high ones, bright of hue, Surround the chair I’m sitting on With light of ever-loving dawn. Some waft odors melon sweet, Little maids whose eyes repeat The passing hours laughing by Underneath a … Continue reading

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What “Deal”?

Iran’s leaders support and fund terror. They want your daughters raped, your sons beheaded. They want you dead. So, what do you do? You make a “deal” in which you allow them to develop weapons, and you give them your … Continue reading

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Brand New

A glad new day springs up to be The first new day of glad new time Whose hours buzz with zipping bees On op’ning buds in their new prime. A light cool breeze now stirs the vale And sways the … Continue reading

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The Worm Wins!

Hillary stood on solid ground, Feeling firm, secure and sound; An earthquake came and she fell through, While Nature sang, “I’m true as you!” Deep down within that dirty hole She screamed and yelled out her blank soul, But no … Continue reading

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Where’s The Beauty?

Music waits its new composer; I wait, too, with heart and ear. Melody waits soaring rapture; Where’s the beauty I would hear? Harmony waits joyous measure; I wait, too, some master’s lead Thrilling with sublimest pleasures, Gift of genius for … Continue reading

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Torch of Man

Sun’s lips kiss a thousand windows, Smite the town to torch of praise. Low flames, high flames, sharp and golden, Thrill the sky with manhood’s blaze! Blameless fire, proud, productive, Joined to joy in brows that catch Of men that … Continue reading

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Wine Day

A wine day’s a fine day For he who drinks a think, And he who acts upon a fact Will many troubles sink. When judgment’s true he will come through With speakings at the brim, And toss on down without … Continue reading

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Scarlett’s One

The birds of the dawn-light Have birth-songs begun; His candle full-lighted, Now pops up the sun; Soft eyelashes flying, Rose fingers a-wing, Our darling is trying Her birthday to sing! One b-note from Scarlett Now babbles through air; Her giant-sized … Continue reading

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Through True Blue Sky

Through true blue sky swift birds fly free Without one altruist enemy. Oh, wing, my thoughts, in me so strong I’ll sink the selfless with my song! Yea, sink the selfless, raise the right, And lift the good to highest … Continue reading

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The Idiot

The minister said, “When a woman is impregnated by a man God puts a spirit into the egg.” The young man asked, “How can a spirit, which is non-material, be put into a material thing? And how can the material … Continue reading

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The Evil Judge

The judge said to the pregnant woman, “The court refuses to let you have an abortion. Therefore you will be kept under watch and guard until you give birth. The court is glad that it will have made you, against … Continue reading

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The Sickness

The woman who gave him birth had been raped. When she found out that she was pregnant and had whispered her intent to have an abortion, treasonous word passed to the court. The judge ordered that she be guarded and … Continue reading

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First Night

Fat purple grapes lay on the silver tray, A shiny big bunch. Your face was calm, but nowise shy or pale. Through the window, across the open way, A gleaming shaft soared. Our live lips met and said hello, hello, … Continue reading

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Islam Is Perverse

In the filthy mind of Islam Is the hate of life and beauty. Its standard is death; Destruction its duty. Islam is evil for the sake of evil. If there were a devil it would be Islam. Islam loves pain … Continue reading

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Moon Shot

White moon in pure blue sky, Like a little, round cloud; Sunlight clasps the old gray courthouse; Men in green shirts, white hard hats, Building their bridge. A bright black crow flaps away. The sun strikes glass, blazes! I’m struck, … Continue reading

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