By my Father
SONNET: TO A FALL
When God his first progenitor did make
To sally forth a seed to live of grace;
No thought could be enough of Woman's sake,
And Man to fall from sense, emotions base.
To tempt a weaker sex by appetite,
Seems now more moot if asked how she could stand;
And by her essence, wanton lovely sight!
Tis no wonder Satan tempted not the Man.
Ah, but Man fell not in ignorance,
Deceived and shorn with others there to blame.
Man fell by love in human Bacchantic dance,
By reason lost his liberty in shame.
And so the grace that Man doth find in love,
In Woman comes, beneath, from not above.
IF WE WERE OVERRUN BY CAMELS
There would be camel dung in the streets
Depriving the cities of their famous clean and neat
The would eat entire lawns for their eats
Everyone knows camels don't eat meat.
Traffic could stop anytime for a crossing
And they have this thing about spitting
What really gets us is their chewing
And they never ever say a damn thing.
So to stop this hullabaloo
We locked them all in a zoo
And now we don't even "phew!"
What would happen if we were overrun with you?
THE BEAUTIFUL MORNING
The mothers licked the sleep from her fawn's eyes,
And smiled to reassure through winter's guise.
The snowy bed whereon they lay was nature's velvet;
Much more beautiful in light than at sunset:
Sun twinkling off iced branches and glittering drops,
Snow was earth's virgin blanket and evergreen's tops.
But this wet and cold dropping served to hide the food
And left peculiar designs on their winter's suit.
Beautiful as it was, this cold white could be bad.
Driving away birds and adding to the air a sad.
To their feet mother and son arose to forage and search
Their morning repast neath umbrellas of fir and birch.
The cross hairs zeroed in and the face smiled
The report boomed into the cold air and echoed for miles.
The mother went to her knees and screamed,
The fawn jumped and stared.
On her side now she gazed up at her son.
The blood gushed from her neck,
Flowed onto the stark white with brilliant crimson.
Terror was in the morning air!
Understanding though not knowing the son fled,
Fled and escaped where his mother bled.
And heard in the distance two more smaller reports.
LEONIDAS' ADDRESS TO HIS SPARTANS AT THERMOPYLAE
"Spartans!
Three days ere we vowed never to cross yon wall;
That we shall not.
Three days ere we vowed to fight here in the pass;
That we shall not.
Xerxes' Immortals are round behind us,
The will soon trap us in this pass;
I have dismissed all Greeks,
But not Spartans.
Spartans will never retreat.
Spartans will be victorious or die.
On you shields you hold the Spartan legacy:
'Victory or Death,'
And in your hearts is the spirit to uphold it.
We stand alone,
One three hundred to one million Persian;
We stand alone, for Sparta and for Greece.
We have no chance to hold the pass;
Therefore
We advance.
We advance onto the plain and into the Persian ranks,
We advance to kill Xerxes.
Advance, Spartans!
On your spears is the fate of Greece
and the honor of Sparta;
When your spears break -- use your swords;
When your swords break -- use your fists;
When you hands break -- use your hearts!
Here is our glory and our victory in death!
Here obedient to Spartan laws, we fall.
Advance!"
UNTITLED
This is a man of questionable and infamous repute,
This is the proverbial story of the Absurd Fool.
A man who believed in right and love incompute,
A man who was used as a disposable tool.
He trusted in men, their nature and their love
For him, he never harbored a thought of deceit,
As if all men were he, to be governed from above
By night - his peers said this of him - conceit.
He took for granted a love and built thereof upon,
He took for granted friendship and borrowed from
It. Until friendship met love, and behold! Anon
The granted was ungranted - they told him not come.
But come he did and suffer more because
The love and friendship had tricked him again
Into a parley, and laughed while digging their claws
Into his heart, his soul - nevermore to begin.
Cry all you deem, you fool, you imbecile of man!
Cray and bemoan yourself for it was only you
That hurt you and relied upon the whim that love can
Carry all. Learn your lesson? I doubt it, you fool.
The world slaps you in the face with blatant pessimism,
And shows you that you yourself are the key;
But you look for more to eat of this cataclysm.
O gods hark this! The fool is me.
SONNET: TO A FALL
When God his first progenitor did make
To sally forth a seed to live of grace;
No thought could be enough of Woman's sake,
And Man to fall from sense, emotions base.
To tempt a weaker sex by appetite,
Seems now more moot if asked how she could stand;
And by her essence, wanton lovely sight!
Tis no wonder Satan tempted not the Man.
Ah, but Man fell not in ignorance,
Deceived and shorn with others there to blame.
Man fell by love in human Bacchantic dance,
By reason lost his liberty in shame.
And so the grace that Man doth find in love,
In Woman comes, beneath, from not above.
IF WE WERE OVERRUN BY CAMELS
There would be camel dung in the streets
Depriving the cities of their famous clean and neat
The would eat entire lawns for their eats
Everyone knows camels don't eat meat.
Traffic could stop anytime for a crossing
And they have this thing about spitting
What really gets us is their chewing
And they never ever say a damn thing.
So to stop this hullabaloo
We locked them all in a zoo
And now we don't even "phew!"
What would happen if we were overrun with you?
THE BEAUTIFUL MORNING
The mothers licked the sleep from her fawn's eyes,
And smiled to reassure through winter's guise.
The snowy bed whereon they lay was nature's velvet;
Much more beautiful in light than at sunset:
Sun twinkling off iced branches and glittering drops,
Snow was earth's virgin blanket and evergreen's tops.
But this wet and cold dropping served to hide the food
And left peculiar designs on their winter's suit.
Beautiful as it was, this cold white could be bad.
Driving away birds and adding to the air a sad.
To their feet mother and son arose to forage and search
Their morning repast neath umbrellas of fir and birch.
The cross hairs zeroed in and the face smiled
The report boomed into the cold air and echoed for miles.
The mother went to her knees and screamed,
The fawn jumped and stared.
On her side now she gazed up at her son.
The blood gushed from her neck,
Flowed onto the stark white with brilliant crimson.
Terror was in the morning air!
Understanding though not knowing the son fled,
Fled and escaped where his mother bled.
And heard in the distance two more smaller reports.
LEONIDAS' ADDRESS TO HIS SPARTANS AT THERMOPYLAE
"Spartans!
Three days ere we vowed never to cross yon wall;
That we shall not.
Three days ere we vowed to fight here in the pass;
That we shall not.
Xerxes' Immortals are round behind us,
The will soon trap us in this pass;
I have dismissed all Greeks,
But not Spartans.
Spartans will never retreat.
Spartans will be victorious or die.
On you shields you hold the Spartan legacy:
'Victory or Death,'
And in your hearts is the spirit to uphold it.
We stand alone,
One three hundred to one million Persian;
We stand alone, for Sparta and for Greece.
We have no chance to hold the pass;
Therefore
We advance.
We advance onto the plain and into the Persian ranks,
We advance to kill Xerxes.
Advance, Spartans!
On your spears is the fate of Greece
and the honor of Sparta;
When your spears break -- use your swords;
When your swords break -- use your fists;
When you hands break -- use your hearts!
Here is our glory and our victory in death!
Here obedient to Spartan laws, we fall.
Advance!"
UNTITLED
This is a man of questionable and infamous repute,
This is the proverbial story of the Absurd Fool.
A man who believed in right and love incompute,
A man who was used as a disposable tool.
He trusted in men, their nature and their love
For him, he never harbored a thought of deceit,
As if all men were he, to be governed from above
By night - his peers said this of him - conceit.
He took for granted a love and built thereof upon,
He took for granted friendship and borrowed from
It. Until friendship met love, and behold! Anon
The granted was ungranted - they told him not come.
But come he did and suffer more because
The love and friendship had tricked him again
Into a parley, and laughed while digging their claws
Into his heart, his soul - nevermore to begin.
Cry all you deem, you fool, you imbecile of man!
Cray and bemoan yourself for it was only you
That hurt you and relied upon the whim that love can
Carry all. Learn your lesson? I doubt it, you fool.
The world slaps you in the face with blatant pessimism,
And shows you that you yourself are the key;
But you look for more to eat of this cataclysm.
O gods hark this! The fool is me.
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