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The lightly touching tinkling bells,
Shimm'ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze,
The ever-merry tapping bells,
Who now has these?
Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.
All gladly-sounding glowing golden-bells,
Lilting, lighter, brighter yellow bells,
Mightier-yellow even whiter bells!
Ivory-keyed I-concerto-bells!
Striding proudly in the breeze
I have these!
The bells of thoughts serenely dear,
Planning, looking, finding---here!
The hand that reaches for the loved bell's face,
Then touches, almost, the perfect place.
Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells;
Bells, bells, bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.
All terrible-sad mad rebellious bells,
Brazed, swinging-fast Goliath bells,
Stronger, harder-hearted mountain bells,
Caught! Smelted! Recast!
Now joyous-sounding royal-loyal-bells,
Silver-lovely radiant treasure-bells,
Sure-as-morning's darling pleasure-bells,
Sledging! steady! ready! wedding -bells! Bells!
All happy in the breeze,
We have these!
High, soft, snapdragon bells;
Kissed, whisp'ring, thoughful body-bells,
Bells.....bells.....bells.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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The echo of the echo
In the minds of you and I,
It tells our lips to tell it,
It flies to make us fly.
The glory of the glory
That enrings our eyes like spring,
It lifts us in its vision
To wing and dance and sing.
The echo of the echo
Then replays again, remains,
Reverberating verbals
That rain and kiss and reign.
The glory of the glory
That is me and you, and we,
It soars in every story
That leaps into "agree"!
It dances up the hollows
Of our lungs and mouths and arms
Till world in world is whirled
And charms are meeting charms.
It touches lips with brushes,
Becomes a firmer sum;
Our inner lust of winning
Is one and whole and won.
The echo of the echo,
Oh, it will not die or go,
But ever be an echo
To show, and tell, and show.
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May the sun shine bright and the wind smell sweet
And lightness be ever the weight for your feet,
And the songs of life, that are lighter yet,
Keep rising on and never set,
And the strong sure sweep of your mind's desire
Sparkle up stars through your spirit's fire.
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May you spear your stake
In the universe cake
With a spaceship in hand,
Or two.
When it's time to eat
You will feel complete,
For the icing's the best
Of you.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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Happiness is working,
Success is completing;
Hell is environmentalism
Taking everything away.
Excitement is planning,
Benevolence is cooperation;
Hell is environmentalism
And government
Killing you together.
Hapiness is independence,
Success is capitalism;
Hell is collectivism.
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"The Industrial Revolution!"
It is the workers' cry,
Who'd rather earn their bread each day
And plan their lives and save their pay,
Than lie and steal and die.
"The Industrial Revolution!"
It is the bosses' song,
Who'd rather teach the willing man
To shape the world with his own hand,
Than 'plain of social wrong.
"The Industrial Revolution!"
Consumers lively shout,
When they can buy what greets their eye---
A sovereign wing that sweeps them high---
Than trudge along and pout.
"O Industrial Revolution,"
Great poets glad declaim,
"You've put man into motion,
You've moved him up to fame,
And Poetry is happier
With lightbulb than with flame."
"The Industrial Revolution!"
The politicians chime,
"Makes honesty a virtue now,
No kings around to hurt you now;
In fact, a king's a crime!"
"The Industrial Revolution!"
Proud businessmen declare,
"Means longer health and greater wealth,
And finer chance of high romance,
Than only low-life 'share'."
The Industrial revolution
Made industry a smile,
That men who think and do their best,
And send their thoughts on long-range quest,
May wear a long long while.
The Industrial revolution!
Now, everybody, cheer!
Strike fires in you for all things new!
Strike truth to where you're going to!
Strike! for your life is here!
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I pledge allegiance to each self-loving, self-made individual
Whose sole need of men is force-free profitable trade,
Who judges aims and acts with his own thinking mind
And stands proud to receive judgment, sure and unafraid.
I pledge allegiance to the state of individual rights,
The law-bound republic of only private property---
Private flesh and thoughts and lands and tools and lives,
Where each man holds the wheel of self-responsibility.
I pledge allegiance to the rationally selfish self,
And to the happiness on earth that each may find;
And I pledge totally against the death-blow evils of altruism---
Communism, socialism, fascism, religion and environmentalism.
I pledge allegiance to life---human life above all other--
Actual life above potential---fact above wishing.
I pledge allegiance to me; yes, to me I pledge allegiance;
With myself and by myself and to myself, I pledge allegiance.
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Christmas is all about the gifts:
The gift of love, whether earthly, or above;
The physical gifts of joy---a muffler or a toy;
The gift of laughing cheer with someone you hold dear;
The gift of receiving, if you're worthy and undeceiving.
Christmas is all about the gifts:
Givers without receivers would cancel giving, too;
Receiving is a virtue, so be glad when you do;
When you get what you want, don't sham a shame and wilt;
Feel no dishonest guilt, take Christmas to the hilt.
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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Earth rushes on back,
Into white-dot black we go!
Hi-Ho to high/low.
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Star-dash cars now zip along the street,
Winking into town,
Awerving like party-colored leaves
Surfing the wind.
Everyone's going going going SOMEwhere!
Gone. Here? Yes!
Straight to the top!
Another perfect day
For another perfect dollar!
Mine! I have nade it!
Now send up flowers
And sky-hearted piano players!
I want clouds to break,
And stars to take,
With craft ever true up-soaring!
Sky, sun, time----won!
Won for the President
Of company ME!
Am I too bold, too free, too loud?
Just wait till I'm more proud!
No, I can't be quiet.
Love, come now, with me, all night!
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Up! butterfly, up! butterfly;
Down! dragonfly, down!
Bees zooming everywhere,
Nuzzling the flowers there,
Business as usual,
Guzzlingly beautiful,
Zeroed on musical
"Buzz!" full!
Heavy with pay again,
Vooming away again!
Mumbling and rumbling
And heading back home,
Over the fields
To Honey-Bank Dome!
Up! butterfly, up! butterfly;
Down! dragonfly, down!
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