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Harris Tobias Poem
8 Haikus
Hands folded in my lap
like dying birds
I wave and they fly again
Feet tap like nervous hens
pecking for crumbs
I have nothing to feed them
My heart pounds like the neighbor
on the wall
I cannot wish it away
I try to write about beauty
Black marks on paper
That is the truth
The Republican’s convention—
misguided visions of the future
The summer’s end
some early leaves are falling
Trying to beat the rush
The delegates cheer in funny hats
Their loud garments can raise the dead
Indian Summer
I can still swim but i swim
with yellow leaves
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Harris Tobias Poem
Better Angels
The better angels of our nature
The higher aspects of our hearts
The deeper yearnings of our beings
The true summation of our parts
It is to this that I aspire
It is to this my soul assumes
To the highest but no higher
Only what a man presumes
Only where the best have been
Only where the saints have trod
To be less would would be a sin
To be more would be a god
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Harris Tobias Poem
THE BALLAD OF CLAN MAC AROON
Listen ye now to a story
The history of Clan Mac Aroon
Tis a tale to set brave hearts a tremble
And cause many a faint heart to swoon
The English were thick in the Highlands
Each with a sword neath his goon
They were searching the moor and the heather
For the King's diamond crusted spitoon
But they needn't ah looked any further
Twas in the hands of the Clans Mac Aroon
The fight that ensued was ferocious
With many a fine lad laid doon
And though the bagpipes were playin atrocious
It made the British just wonna gae hoom
They were stubborn and bent on destruction
And they fought to the last Mac Aroon
When the dust and the smoke had all settled
And the battle was over and doon
There was naught but a pile of rubble
Where the Mac Aroon castle had boon
But the English went home empty handed
For although the battle they woon
They never more saw the King's cuspidor
Nor slew they the last Mac Aroon
So we sing and we drink our proud fellows
Whose brave sons were laid in their tomb
For they fought and they died
On the wide Firth of Clyde
just to spit in an English spitoon
The gloroius Clan Mac Aroon
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Harris Tobias Poem
MONKEY SHINES
If people were like bonobos
Or so at least the story goes
We'd all live peacefully in trees
Eating fruit and picking fleas
But humans, filled with genes recessive,
Have evolved much more aggressive
Behaving more like chimpanzees
Driving rivals to their knees
Our aggression knows no bounds
In the air or on the ground
And if you think we're not that simian
Just ask any Palestinian
Bombs and bullets on their heads
Drive them from their Arab beds
You see them on the evening news
Firing rockets at the Jews
Just another struggle sadly
A case of monkey's behaving badly
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