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Luther Resurrected and Improved

Luther Resurrected and Improved He looks a bit like Luther must have looked When he was young, his mouth a little sad, His nose, though cute and certainly not hooked, Considerably turned up and just a tad Too short and narrow to transpose to Seriousness of ordered,...

Death Defied in the British Library

Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved.  Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse.  The hair Is lovely,...

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The newer teacher didn’t know me long Before he asked, “You are a tetchy friend, Aren’t you?”  Mais oui, I think that it is wrong...

If Egos are Our Masks

  If Egos are Our Masks If egos are our masks and they are made By languages and laws and systems we Don’t understand until a scholar’s weighed In genealogically so we see The heterogeneity which blinds Us, and explains the complicated mess, Then we are like unto drug...

   “Man”

               “Man” His birth was over hidden shoals and shores So he was destined for a freedom in His living. Voices he could raise were roars Or singing. He could be a monk or sin With gold along his wings. His ways could sweep Wide continents or oar their ways on...