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Earle Weiss Poem
A Lone Gull
Night approached,
I see night- fog settling oe’r the horizon
softly, as a veil, the silent sea is lord
sky- blues fade
as graying clouds merge
all colours now blush an illusion,
A soft breeze
carries a lone white Gull
her wings silent
Alone, she sweeps towards the mist
a few whispers of the ebbing tide
they toss, they hush, they……,
I glance to the Gull, who now is lost
to softly wisps
swirling deeply swept fog
she
Unafraid
of the sea...
of the mists...
of the unknown...
Alone
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Earle Weiss Poem
FELL AND FORGOTTEN
On the shores of a faraway land
death came as a burst to the head
About him hosts more fell to the sea
Blood and Flesh washed stone cold over bleak waves
Only a youth
in only a day came to became so sad this day
But few saw
though all did care there as little else but…. fall
None
in these wastes ever knew this name, nor even a face, no
no longer
Night fell
now whence a melodic somber lament amidst a strangely dark cloud.......
ALL: we can never forget who had fell, why had fell
how much was lost at each fell...
ALL: so we forged a marble tower gleaming in bright suns
sobbing in darkened rains...
His name etched for all to see in a place all could see
for a time all could recall forever,
But,
only in the flesh of my heart does he truly remembered.
(for r.l. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS, FELL EVER,
NORMANDY, FRANCE, JUNE 06. 1940)
(In the canyons of my youth, I, we, a young man just 18 of his years,
a small
walk with his wee white dog 'Fluffy'
a short jaunt in his slate car
extended an everlasting image,
I recall little else
save his endearing smile)
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Earle Weiss Poem
LATE NOVEMBER
Now a season
for desolate ambers to quilt worn pastures
as harsh north wind songs
scold lonely Sycamore boughs,
Whose
ghostly silhouettes beckon endless horizons
arching gaunt fingers
to one lonely but swaying colding sky,
Heavy
grey-misted clouds
threaten a promise of yet to be,
I
see withered grasses
embrace worn tangled corn skeletons
to toss to dance
silent whispers
upon an earth, carpeted
so void,
so barren,
All
awaiting shrouds of hoarfrost
soon
sprinkled to their bosom,
This dismal stage
defied by stark whiting birches
astep soft firs, there
and there,
But beyond
nothing, but nothing stirs
save some eternal vow of golden days
that will yet
-NO !
must… to be,
But now
of my dearest of mine children
repose
'tis your time only,
Only,
that thee must slumber.
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Earle Weiss Poem
THE LAST ROSE
And so the rose faded away
her pale petals dried
fell each one
so slowly
to saddened ground below
soon colded winds
lashed ever did all traces
of such my rose did whispers beyond
cold winters embrace
no sign of the love it bore
her petals became to dust
all tears never lost
Never, ever
would this passion return
And so my rose
faded, faded far away
forever.
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