Author: flingthe

A Canadian Lament.

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“Oh look, it’s snowing – a fun day aheadLet’s pack in the chores and haul out the sledIf you wake the kids then I’ll prep the vanWe’re off to enjoy…

An Untimely End.

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The biggest bang began the raceOf still-expanding time and spaceWhich entropy may bring an endThe sun long ceased to be a friend. Unique that time is tolled by manWith clocks…

Me and Mr. Jones.

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The damn bleakest night you’d ‘ere want to see The wet, scurvy wind blew in off the sea From far fathoms down, a man creature marched Full-covered in slime from…

Madrid.

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In summer deep in old Madrid The city stoked in August heat The fortuned folk, their farewell’s bid, Escape to wild or cool retreat. Now walking slow in saving shade…

To Give the Roar.

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There she lies so close to deathRest, a sane world holds its breathRealm of such historic painSadder grows if she is slainOr deprived of voice and penStilled by cowards posed…

That’s the Spirit.

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Am I spiritual you ask?Now here I must take you to taskWhat mean you for heaven’s sake?I know of head and belly acheDo you infer belief in God?A proposition I…

The Common.

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From high upon an armoured hill I gazed upon a busy field Where rank and title mattered nil In widespread use, the common weal. At sport or play or solo…

The Dying of Light.

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Charmed by Neoplatonic talkIn search of faithless prone discourseTo meet Hypatia at the dockDrawn to the lighthouse beaming source. So gathered those who came to hearFrom Hellenism’s faded mightThe thoughts…

Is My Team Playing?

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(Apologies to A.E. Housman) Is my team playing That I once used to coach? I stood proud upon the bench My word beyond reproach. Yes, the players dangle, The new…

The Missing Throne.

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‘What visceral growl makes din this late hour? T’is not merely the storm, though it brews worse. Is this Cordell, first-born, flexing power? Ingratitude! Thou most vile fiend be cursed….