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CHIMES
i linger in expectation deafened
by Time’s silent passing
I live the moments to the chimes
of an olde clock wondering if this
will be
the hour
the month
the day
delightful darling
pretty as a sage
a violet heaven
upon a stage
Glorius kept
spendthrift lent
a prize to heart
and minds heat
bent
Aside my throne
so pallid borne
Treasured meant
hearts lock
key and Home
..
An open and shut case
There’s no need to think
It’s time to replace
The weakest link.
There are interests at stake
There’s no need to explain
It cannot be a mistake
Remember only own pain.
The stronger the might
The more we ordain
The greater our right
To monopolize our gain.
Doctoring Obscure
With Medications Unsure
Affecting the Cure
Self acceptance is a virtue
We must all laugh
at ourselves
it's the highest form of pleasure
after you do appreciate another
measure for measure ',
twill be the second best
life's pleasure
assurance
I can only give
if reciprocating too is your pleasure
in absolutely equal measure
twill be our life's treasure
One court all times
One standard for all war crimes
One verdict all climes
Fairy flying low,
Fairy flying slow.
Fairy flying ‘round the flower,
And landing on her tippytoe.
On the flower she’ll rests her wing.
On the flower she’ll sit and sing.
On the flower she’ll take a nap,
And dream of what the night will bring.
Once the moon has risen high,
Once the moon fills up the sky,
Once the moon and stars alight,
And shine their beams on you and I,
As Fall takes her throne
Summer feels she’s on her own
Sad to be alone
New Queen sets the scene
Colors red yellow and green
Give trees a bright sheen
Hear football fans cheer
Tailgaters’ waited all year
For good food and beer
So wave summer bye
Fall has arrived on the fly
And winter is nigh
There's a certain comfort I find
in waking up depressed
every morning.
There's a warmth I find in melancholy.
And the trees and the woods
and the forest next door
were supposed to scare me,
(at least, according to old Hollywood legend)
instead, I buried an old friend there
and went about my day.
Ass and Elephant
Which Beast will be Triumphant
And Then Compliant ?