With the cow mooing hey
Diddle-diddle,
He cradled his face to see the cat
Moon the fiddle,
While his dish ran away
With the spoon.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Efiniki and Eleni, Summer 1981
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Desperado
One left the beleaguered fort
In search of reinforcements;
One lived to tell the tale
Of his departure,
No one believed him.
In search of reinforcements;
One lived to tell the tale
Of his departure,
No one believed him.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Vignettes
American Beauty
The knife was found
Planted in the heart
Of the rose bed.
.
gay blade
In the heart
Of the heart of the country,
Whoever sings
The body electric
Is in for a shock.
.
fodder
From the back of the class,
Sent to the front
By his drill instructor--
As in animal
Prodder.
.
not so unlikely bedtime story
All the world over, rosy-cheeked
Kids like you
Are being put to sleep;
In the abattoir,
Pallid vegetarian butchers
Count sheep.
The knife was found
Planted in the heart
Of the rose bed.
.
gay blade
In the heart
Of the heart of the country,
Whoever sings
The body electric
Is in for a shock.
.
fodder
From the back of the class,
Sent to the front
By his drill instructor--
As in animal
Prodder.
.
not so unlikely bedtime story
All the world over, rosy-cheeked
Kids like you
Are being put to sleep;
In the abattoir,
Pallid vegetarian butchers
Count sheep.
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