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The Godly Blend

         The Godly Blend  “corpses of colors” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls Some colors go to graves when they are dead. Envisage them in mausoleums carved By wraiths.  Imagine, was there once a red So violently lovely it was starved To death by...

Eau de Lancashire

Eau de Lancashire The fragrances the French perfumers fail To use are English woodland scents.  Of course Wild garlic isn’t fancied by those frail And dainty Gallic noses.  Still the gorse Should suit their sensibilities because Its blossoms smell of coconut, and if...

With Every Grace Endued

    With Every Grace Endued He leans his high-arced cheek against the carved Wood decoration by his head.  His slim And slightly, slightly arching nose is starved Of ugliness, since ugliness for him Is distant as the depths from heaven’s height. The anthem...

Moveless Blizzard

    Moveless Blizzard A milder form of beauty is the frost. A snowy landscape is dramatic, stark, And harshly lovely, like bitterness lost In sweetest white, all edged in green and stark Irruptions in the fields or on the hills. But frost makes greens pastel, or...

Climate, Strange

Climate, Strange Can you remember when the daffodils Meant spring was on the way?  Each yellow drift Beside the bank or just beneath the hill’s Slope gave the eye and soul a gold bright lift. That doesn’t happen now.  We remember How promise of revival made us new...

Everlasting Loop of Covetousness

Everlasting Loop of Covetousness We want eternity to stretch out more, To be extended past infinity. We want our human, tattered, pulsing core To break the boundaries of divinity. The gods of many faiths have died.  They used To be immortal.  They are now as dead As...

Skateboarding and the Unsolved Equation

        Skateboarding and      the Unsolved Equation You know how young guys are.  They move their arms Uncertainly but certainly and mean To look as if they comprehend.  The harms Just round the bend are what they haven’t seen. The shoulders move, too, with those...

Hair Penetrating Hair

    Hair Penetrating Hair Why men grow strands in noses is beyond Me, frightfully unsightly as it is. I can’t imagine anyone who’s fond Of ugliness like that.  I mean, Gee Whiz, It’s sexy as a witch’s withered tit And yet the ones who fancy men must put Up with the...