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Huxley Poems - Poems about Huxley

Premium MemberClerihew Huxley

...Aldous Huxley with a famous granpa
became a satirist of the dystopoia
Poetic in the metaphysical modr
'Doors of Perfection' with its hidden codr...
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Categories: huxley, people, poetry,
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Premium MemberClerihew Huxley

...From the erudite family ofHuxley
cane Aldous with poetics so free
Penning satirical novels so well
his posey perhaps too metaphysical...
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Categories: huxley, people, poetry,
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The Waiting

...
“The Waiting” 

eyes close
the new chapter
picks us up 

we find ourselves
lost in the poetic dream
stranded in a desert 

a lifetime away from home
we are in the wai...
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Categories: huxley, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative

The Broken Valkyrie

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"The Broken Valkyrie"



when 
the artificial 
sun 
replaced 
true Light,
revolution 
was a forgotten 
Valkyrie, 
Liberty 
had been 
put to bed
broken whore 
of ...
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Categories: huxley, dark, humanity, symbolism,
Form: Narrative

Winter

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"WINTER"


the beautiful season 
of suspension
where we find 
our true selves

hibernating

under sacred blankets
of wisdom won 
dreaming of all 
the days past, gon...
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Categories: huxley, dark, death, dream, life,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member2 Lunes

...1. Kelly Lune:
silk rose under dome
opaque glass
thwarted love preserved


2. Jack Collom Lune:
the faded corsage
under a dusty glass dome—
missed spring ball

NOT FOR CONTEST
POET'S NOTE...
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Categories: huxley, lost love, poetry, seasons,
Form: Other

How Huxley Sees the World

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"How Huxley Sees the World"



He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from 
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to ...
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Categories: huxley, art, future, humanity,
Form: Free verse

The Great Debate

...The nature of our spiral nebulae or Milky Way,
is the size of our universe from where we stay.
Believing that our nebulae is relatively small,
Astronomer Curtis declared a far bigger call.
Billio...
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Categories: huxley, motivation,
Form: Ballade

The Third Degree

..."The Third Degree"

I’m thinking, if I am to commence this degree next year, then perhaps easier to have cats. I can’t leave a dog alone in the apartment all day. Unless I do the entire degree on-l...
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Categories: huxley, dream, future, humanity,
Form: Narrative

Oracle of Giza

...A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle...
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Categories: huxley, 11th grade, absence, allusion,
Form: Abecedarian

The Trilogy

...it's a nice box set
each of the three
fifteen hundred or
so pages making
up the entire work
placed in a sturdy
cardboard box
embossed

it was given to me
on one of my birth
days rememberin...
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Categories: huxley, muse,
Form: I do not know?

The Eightieth Trimester, Part I

...Huxley was in his nineteenth year,
a freshman at a fancy school,
the kind with excesses of ivy,
who claimed they accepted no fools.

The academics were no task,
he’d always excelled with his mi...
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Categories: huxley, abortion, conflict, courage, culture,
Form: Narrative

Read Me: Awful Truths

...At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This is after the British take Achebe and I's gods away
before s...
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Categories: huxley, books, history, language, literature,
Form: Free verse

Head Space

...Whole little worlds  
All in one place  
Some taking place sporadically  
Others simultaneously  
Some spin at neck-breaking speed  
And others turn with motion
Almost imperceptible  
But they...
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Categories: huxley, introspection,
Form: I do not know?

The Solo Swansong ******

...“I don't like that” 
I told him wide-eyed and anxiously. 
It reminded me of a time long ago, 
Not necessarily of someone I used to know 
But of someone who had helped himself anyway. 

Head tur...
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Categories: huxley, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: I do not know?

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