Short Livery Poems
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I suppise its been coming, yet its a sad day to see, Rupert
Lowe, has been shopped; on some discrepacy? I have no more
To put here.' I shall wait as must all..Yet a black flag it is
Apparant is now farages livery.' Let This be a lesson on
Not how to fall.'
Hiberty jiberty liberty lox.
Quivery livery shivery shin.
Naughty Pandora opened the box
And couldn't get all of the troubles back in.
Oh, briars of evil and nettles of sin.
Gaggles of sorrow, and worries in flocks.
Quivery livery shivery shin,
Hiberty jiberty liberty lox.
Form:
In the city one day
I could not walk
rain coming down
thought my story was over
But I was saved by a magnificent stranger
who stopped his car
and hailed me
a livery car rider to the doctors
Who says New Yorkers have no heart
As the Grateful Dead have sung
"Don't tell me this town ain't got no heart
you just have to poke around"
With mid- October, summer heat has come to an interim close.
A sweet sensation creeps into every sinew as coolness pervades the air.
Autumn wind, shaking the withering leaves, whistles, and blows.
Trees once clad in green livery are stripped off and made bare.
Now, the sun’s golden beams, a pallid shade resentfully wear.
A middling pudding on the table
flies hover in the livery stable
Mud-covered boots ascend to garrets
frowzy days London inherits
Dickensian scenes to rive your heart
by urchins, street vendors torn apart
Yankees delight in their ‘good old days’
Englishmen sniff the rot of decay
The livery on fire
its horses set free
Misery beckons
the future to bleed
The gates are broke open
all streets painted red
Death has awakened
life dragged from its bed
One bugle is left
blowing perdition’s melee
All swords are unsheathed,
terror sharpens dismay
Tomorrow unpromised
today but a curse
The monster has cometh
—a hell upon earth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The livery on fire,
its horses set free
Misery beckons,
the future to bleed
The gates are broke open,
all streets painted red
Death has awakened,
life dragged from its bed
One bugle is left,
blowing perdition’s melee
All swords are unsheathed,
terror sharpens dismay
Tomorrow unpromised,
today but a curse
The monster has cometh
—a hell upon earth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)