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Thrice a Widow

She's thrice now had a scarlet groom
Adorned in silk this dusty room
	She sobbed away sorrows in black
	When she discovered the knapsack
	In gold and pearls, did sorely lack
	And her head and palm greeted, smack!
	Like his body met the floor, thwack!
	The house empty, less her they track
Hardened heart, hollowed like a tomb
Was it lover's spat or planned doom?


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Duo-rhyme? Not quite got the iambic tetrameter down, but I tried.

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Acedia

Idle hands scorching a trail
Through the Capitol
Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers
Biting our own tongues

And the streets are red rivers 
Through which they drive
golden chariots over the backs
of their forefathers

Words falter, slave and master
plebeian and patrician
And whips silence in return
They dream of a revolt
While breaking their necks to bow

We do protest hotly
In secret chambers
Tear down the throne!
Hang the tyrants!

A bloody revolution!
Let's  then schedule it for the 
King's convenience

Hear she comes, most lovely
She'd slit our throats 
With pleasure
O Gods save our Queen!
She'll pluck this acedia 
from our cold dead hands!

Slaughter the innocent
Distract us with wars!
O Brutus save us from 
our apathy!

What will it take
for our walls to break?
O give us liberty
or at least grain at
our own price!

Give us our tribunes!
There can be no
Republic until
the people speak
themselves


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Inspired by my research for a story. This deals specifically with the establishment of the 
Roman Republic, but plenty of this still rings true to me. Acedia = apathy.

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The Rain Maker

Sweet rain is hammering the dry ground
Dirt turning to muddy foundations
Leaves nodding their heads to the sound
Gaia smiling upon her creations
The earth with green is gowned
Eudora now pouring her libations
To Ceres, with grain is crowned
Patron, we give our adoration
The fruits of your harvest abound

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Fool

I’ve got quite the appetite for mayhem

Thus from these desires my problems stem

Prozacidasical perhaps

Headfirst into Lady Luck’s slaps

Crumbling foot stools under my whim

Why if there be heart ache, I’ll have a bite

Just another serving of bittersweet spite

Bring on my many foolhearty excuses

Distilled crones, my destructive muses

Pluck from my sour patch mood, a pickled fight

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Such Great Kites

In a meadow fair lived the mouse Ben,
	Who fell in love with the squirrel Jen.
	He wanted to marry but had not a dime,
	“What could I give her that's shiny and mine?”

	He thought and he thought and then he knew,
	What he could give that was neither old nor blue,
	“I know! A star, for what burns brighter
	Than love lit from afar?”

	So he called to the moon and asked for her advice,
	She told him, “I'll give you a star but there is a price.”
	Up the ladder he climbed with shovel and grin,
	He began to loose a star from its pin.

	Jen watched from below, wringing her hands,
	For she knew sometimes the stars had other plans.
	And when he fell from heaven, the Moon took pity.
	“He would give you the brightest star in my city.”
	
	And then from a mouse he was quickly turned 
	She searched high and low but when she learned, 	
	Poor Jen  cried in relief, then sighed,
	She pleaded with the goddess, who replied

	“I'll give him back, if only I knew, 
	which of my constellations I made him into...”
	She extended her hand as a friend,	
	“You must find him yourself, and only then,
	Fear not, don't despair, not all is lost,
	But everything changes, it comes with a cost.”

	Jen searched high and low, pry and pull
	But some stars were too hot ,others too cool
	Finally she found him! Shaped like a rose,
	When she touched his hand they both froze.

	Falling from the heavens, both intertwined
	They really were in a pickle, a real bind.
	Suddenly they gasped, feeling lighter
	They were coasting on wing flaps and fur

	Laughing with joy, they glided higher, they flew!
	For a new journey, they were forged anew

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So my friend challenged me to write a poem/story about sugargliders, the moon, and a 
dime. In the end the squirrel and mouse are turned into sugargliders.
Hope you enjoyed it.

Written 5/6/2014

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She Called Me Darling

She called me darling
And I felt my feet grow roots
While the ground swelled to meet me

She called me darling
As the wind combed the briers in my hair
And strange squirrels anointed me with nests

She called me darling
And the sun painted my cheeks rouge
While the sea spilled from my eyes

She called me darling
As my heart thundered in the distant sky
And the earth shook from its efforts

She called me darling
And a balloon in my chest swelled
Bursting forth with barely contained joy

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Freeish Verse.
Just a little sweet poem to try and overcome my writer's block.

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Gasoline

Gasoline lips fueled our adenosine kisses
filling up on whiskey and cigarette wishes
your rubber met my asphalt, land mines
dodging, heaving blame on both fault lines
worn the tread off our poor tired hearts
trading each other for cheap spare parts
Revving my engines under a new hood
Stick shift ready,I'll grind his gears good

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Tan Gentle Lines

She lies, tan gentle lines and curves so sharp
she pairs her heart horizontal to zero 
Her body falling from great cusps above
Then deriving great pleasure from the angle
Skirting the limits, fleecing the boundaries
She breaks the surface of space
Then her shell is unfolding, unraveling
Wildly spinning out of control on her axis
The ground giving us no differential treatment
Then her inflections begin to fluctuate
Now she can’t ignore the signs anymore
For a symptom hopes a cure will appear
Strum soft sweet chords on wire lyre strings
A convergence we’ll hold, integrate, we’ll come
Together to throw arc shadows on walls

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Expanded on my older poem "Tan Gentle Lines"

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Babylon

Arise! Our hands to the desert skies
Now our ritual has begun
With million voices for a million lies
And a confounding tongue
Our honey, we have trapped flies
On spider's web, These martyrs hung
The lion's roar and the lamb's cries
A mighty wind through our city sung
Fallen! Like Icarus to our demise

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Shiver

My darkest deeds have come to light
As you lie here shivering
They cast long shadows in the night
My darkest deeds have come to light
Your haunting smile, my gentle wight
Your low voice softly quivering
My darkest deeds have come to light
As you lie here shivering