the concord
They have agreed to talk
We grasp straws for the sake of peace
Trump's arms outstretched, hollers
Please give me the prize Obama got
It is mine to keep forever
In the meantime, the US Navy murders
men in speed boats along the coast
of Venezuela
18th April 1775 on the strong big-boned mare
'Brown Beauty' may have been her name
borrowed from John Larkin a very good horse
of Narragansett Pacer fame
a copper-bottomed silversmith
Son of Liberty Patriot and Boston-born
riding with Prescott and Dawes toward Lexington
then Concord minutemen in advance to warn
of the British Army's actions
was intercepted in Lincoln but doing his bit
the man had lanterns as the plan
and arranged to have a signal lit
in the Charlestown Old North Church
with one if by land two if by sea
but in those long-gone days
as it was unknown technology
right then and there
it was quite unlikely to see
three if by air
some say vestryman Pulling and sexton Newman
(not a deacon)
as the midnight rider never made it all the way
were the real heroes of the day in fact quite a beacon
If you can help yourself.? And yet not harm another, you're doing real well (dear sister dear brother!) If you can resist the pressure.? For it seems always to come.?? It sort of pops
Right up.' Then it's slander' And to spare..Also advice on how you might be missing out? Then some' and its
Because of the selfish..The cooker; larrakin' or lout.? And who got hurt?? Well many roundabout..!!
All normal people (the type who'd?) Well give it a go.' Ya know, that seems like me.?
Or even you.' Not evil just mis-guided.' When we think it through?? And so? who got rich? And
Like honoured and such? grubs like joyce, Andrews, adern, mcgowan..Thats rough.) Yet wer're clever enough don't worry bout that, the real Aussies' ll sort it, and that makes me feel glad' i reckon ten million; are now wide awake.' Bet they're fuming at that joke in 2020.?
Yeah it wasn't that great.' So now clear your minds, help the injured, protect young minds it's
A Billy a brewing, you can almost taste the outpour, just keep working untill the cavalcades
Roar.' Thank God, He is patient
R W Emerson 'CONCORD HYMN'
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He is eager to break a record
But a lot plays with loafers’ record:
The Leanest Time to wonders accord …
He is The Gasping for a record
But in his left ear an oft fixed cord;
Not with scholarship in accord …
The Anxious-to-Create-a-Record
Still in his heard speeches Hacked Concord
And one could glimpse in them his thrust word …
Then, do not worshipful notice take
Of the Desirous-to-Record break:
Some of the times, a user of dictions
That are fraught with rash contractions;
The chap’s last speech-filled publications
By him tagged Divine Supplications …
But I knew and could prove pinned papers
About some much touted life shapers,
In sizes a peace-preaching memo,
In quality, A Hurried Demo;
At last to be granted ‘No Author’;
Who does to be checked by A Doctor.
When they see a lone mien with no chum near,
They say I may be fraught with a crippling fear;
They feel I am just another remorseful creep,
Battling guilty pangs many soul-inches deep.
Truly feeling external eyes can hardly see
The countless faithful mates seated here,
Who form the cordial knot of hurting pals,
Constant friends twined by self-same tear.
Unknown to any passerby's inexperienced ear,
Here keep company varied doleful ditties dear.
They genuinely treasure and far cherish more
Men who firsthand share in the sufferer's woe.
They guess I'm a warmth-forsaking introvert now,
With no measly thirst for truly affectionate hearts.
Little do they understand the solid concept at play,
Tested design to wander in solitude's calming arts!
Doubtless more faithful companions shall be found,
In low caves of loneliness than in a feasting ground.
I am walking…
my footfalls…yellow and green
cause I am very green now
…and perhaps a little yellow
over the bridge that heard the first return …I wander
musket powder dusted rails remain in staunch salute
flickering time travelers catch in my mind’s eye
blood stained earth echoes
over there ….on the left by the rock and flag
My footfalls lay quietly down in dusty rainless soil
hard packed by sunlight and those whose paths…. are pilgrimage here
Depressions of heat waves flow in the dust, spin up…fall down
coat my bare toes
….and when it rains …if it rains…even for a moment…
it just creates dust waves
the drops do not sink in to nourish
crops have run dry… like my tears
no berries or busting fruit from my vines
my face is lined
Still I guiltily love the crest of sunlight each morning across my white walls shelves and selves
I know I need pray for rain…
I have hips pains, knee pains …but no rains
Still there is joy to be had and I have it!
a straw hat…a friend’s laugh…my glass of sparkling evening wine…
and blind trust
hope is chirping
like spring peepers
“All in good time …grasshopper...all in good time”
There is a house on Nashatuck hill in Concord
with beautiful open spaces
It was built in the 1930s
and it has an Adirondack style porch that looks out over
a small valley and Concord center
The house has three stories
and on every story the detail work is craftsmanship
shining wood railings
grand moldings
I don’t know who lives there now
I only saw it once like a boy whose eyes meet yours
that you never forget somehow
I am sure by now some wonderful wealthy people have moved in
and given it beautiful colors
filled it with beautiful lamps and light and laughter
I am sure it has become a show place where people come
and go and ohh and ahhh and laugh and eat
and chink glasses
and I will always remember it just like a boy I loved once
even thought I may never step foot inside it’s doors again
Teardrops fall,upon tiles of black and white,
playing the hearts melody,a soulful insight,
key's of seven,scaling higher notes,
crying octaves,which the soul has slowly wrote....
The flats and the sharps,added to the strings,
enhancing the feeling,which despondency brings,
distant wanderings,in search of understanding,
only too find,the distant meanderings....
Sheets of music,arranged and composed,
within' compartments,subjectively transposed,
sweet melodic interludes,stages of transition,
blazing cresendos,marking a soul's position....
From the beginning keynote,awakening desire,
songs of silent streams,gracefully aspire,
extending toward heights lofty in nature,
rainbow coloured concord,serendipitously demure....
Mystery discreetly disclosed.
Changing moods reveal details of shades
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Designed by nature with a clue,
Watchful minds eye, will break the venue.
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Blended aspiring deployment,
Thine story so brightly depicted.
Kids
Hear
Circus
Coming to town
Posters go up on
Square, 'tween boys see the ad ask to
Go, father says get all your chores done, gives them a dime
Boy! were they happy just sitting in that crowd, joy, animals, acrobats; one yells fire, jump,
run
We sat down as poets
Arbitrarily pushing buttons
To spark, NO, to Ignite the fire
in our bellies to spew from one mouth.
The words of which i lost
Riding on the train
while knowing the brakes were out,
a skid, a stop, NO, a Slam
into Reason.
Not a poet, mere mencer of words
A derelict in duct-taped shoes
Just us two on the back stoop
Discussing the Cellar Door.
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