Long Legree Poems

Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree,
All ours in the throes of 1964.
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.

A time of sweet innocence for me
Fearing nothing as I walk out my front door,
Nineteen sixties silver modern...

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The shy answer troll in the sycamore tree
Refused to come out for the chickadee.
So we sent our best fairy named sweet pie.
Her wand carved a mark in form of a zee.

Geese overhead flashed a pretty...

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Who wrote this song? The king commanded.
I lied through my teeth, when he demanded.
I knew if he hated it, it would be off with my head.
So I gave my sister full credit instead.

Will you be...

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Frowning at my desires, and the knowledge I acquire.

Disguising them as shame, pain, and misery.

Scorning me in front of company, but he lives with me.

His lashes wait for me to surface from the dark corners...

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we have AI in every single room
plays music, but cannot put us on Zoom
we can ask her the weather or facts on TV
she will explain about Simon Legree

We ask her questions ten times a day
She...

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As you may guess, my heart must ask for this for I like being free.
Call forth your best effort to bask in my truth if you love me.
Haul your doubts out of the flask, and...

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