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Alfred Wilmot Poem
Each day marks an earthly rotation full;
The ascending sun warms, and setting cools.
This day is pinnacle, hence above all;
Our star’s broadening smile turns to you.
Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such:
The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale.
To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much;
For it is rare a human knows its luck.
Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours,
(‘Though the seizing of days ought be common).
Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores—
The persons willing: rejoice by side you.
Happy Birthday is all I wish to add,
Along with the regards of a young lad!
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2011
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Alfred Wilmot Poem
A guttural yell, his glare on me:
“Next you I shall fell, the heathen ye!”
Abroad-sword up-held, he made his charge:
From gored-haze unmeld, o’er corpses barged.
Lurid darkness seeped, into our minds:
In frenzy we leaped, our blades malign.
Iron imploded, and blood galore:
Forsooth Odin sang, of savage chore.
Post berserk fray by, mutual expiry:
Awesome in the sky, lo! Valkyries!
They galloped and soared, spying the dead:
The brave they hallowed, so to us said:
“You two brutes have fought, zealous causes:
‘fore Ragnarok brought, join our forces!”
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2012
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Alfred Wilmot Poem
The morning creeped and crawled its way,
’Til night was but a dream;
Then, bursting through the clouds above,
Indeed, just yearning to be seen:
That morning light did bask the ground,
And gave the dew its sheen!
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2022
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Alfred Wilmot Poem
My eyes can barely open,
My mind can hardly think,
Everything is sluggish,
’Til I smell that coffee stink:
I scarcely need to taste it,
For before it meets my lip,
The day becomes more vivid;
More so with every sip!
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2022
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