Short Livery Poems

earth proud livery
doves begin to coalesce
heaven unbinds rain


8/5/2021...

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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.'...

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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....

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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"...

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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....

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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)...

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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)...

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Cheers to the choke of the elixir filled chalice,
Filling my corporeal cup with mind-melting malice.   

Through the croaking burnt throat slides the thick murk,
Of fermented vegetation rotting where the ethanol lurks.

Down into the dungeon depths it goes into my stomach's livery,
Whose falciform uniform scythe slices all with drunken chivalry.

Into pieces I'm slashed into smithereens,
Smashed into a shattered glass of gasoline....

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