Best Wallace Poems

This poem has been removed for publishing on Amazon in WW II in Poetry: Veterans Stories in Poetry, including my late father's who was a Spitfire pilot in the Nigeria Squadron. As it says at the end, "For free speech".

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WILLIAM WALLACE
Blindfolding Justice, lest the blind might see,
what tyrany's been passed down countless years
by those who make the claim, nobility
are all the ties that bind through death and tears.

What manner of a man stands up to these
annointed to the reign passed down by name?
No archer...

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Sir William Wallace,
Regarded as Fearless,
Military Leader and Scottish Knight,
Who like all men slept at Night...

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I
Blades of grass slice past.
A striped assassin.
The tiger goes unnoticed.

II
Empowered by legend, 
The tiger grows strong.
Eroded by greed,
The tiger grows few.

III
Alone, he stalked, hunting prey, days on end.
Now he lies still, a striped, tattered trophy, alone.

IV
Two men.  
One tiger. 
One fate.

V
I remember two tigers.
One...

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As I gather them to the first class lounge
Surely we will calm down the throng.
Of mothers in shock,fathers at a loss.
Crying wee ones encased in their arms.
Lifeboats not nearly enough I hear.
And so we play together as one.
The piano and cellos,the violins.
Kindred spirits fighting our...

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I know what a poem
looks like.

I know how to make
my prose look like verse.

A little tuck here,
an indent there,

et voila! It’s verse! 
or worse ...

a pale imitation of seem.
(can I have some ice cream?)...

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Fit like? Foos yer doos?	How are you.  How are you getting along?
Dee yer av the news?		Have you heard the news?
Aye ! Woppin aint it?		Huge, isn’t it.
Pitched a fit !
They sai e larst is ed
a noo, dun’t mik foon o the dead
Quartered to the Auxters	armpits
‘ung...

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Here I lay my soul to rest
in life I fought to pass the test
In the end I failed you not
but your love was for another and cheaply bought
so many wrongs i righted with my sword
its edge dulled upon your word
my shield broke when you tore...

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Scottish crofters from Wallace's time,
trying to make a living of the land
committing not any crime.

With God’s grace and will to raise
a family keeping it simple, yet nothing
was going to be “run of the mill”

An English King, a tyrant so ruthless and
willing to invade. Reasoning was...

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So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of...

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Wallace “Wally” Cleaver
handsome, well-liked high achiever,
befriended Eddie, so unlike him.
Golly!* Wally wasn’t given to whim!

Eddie Haskell
was a neat, slick, conniving rascal.
With his flattery and pseudo-smiles,
he spiced up the show with his wiles. 

Leave It to Beaver

*Wally and other characters use expressions like “Gee whiz,” “Gosh,”...

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O Wallace, I heard, and could not believe
Like the school days when things you conceived
Made us aghast or grieved
And anxious for the next thing up your sleeve.
You were our magician
Bringing humor out of no where
The apparition with which things disappear
And the brother I held dear.

O...

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William Ross Wallace'LIBERTY BELL'

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As Wallace lay on wood and blood, 
His own, his care he did not heed,
Thoughts of moors and springtime flood,
Purple glens, the heather's bud,
The truth he knew had been his deed.

The court had called him traitor thee, 
Sentenced him, like pawn, an object,
Against all England,...

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Wallace Stevens said: 
"Poetry is not personal."
He tried never to divulge
anything about himself
in his poems.

Or so he said.
But, the work 
is self-revelatory, veiled confessions,
repeated choices -- water, sea motion,
weather, the sky -- introspective isolation --
those silences and descriptive phrases
that communicate and characterize.

Human, 
no one --...

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