Author: flingthe

Reaching for You.

| Poetry

Walk with me my love, take my hand in yours Seek great places that long enchanted us By unknown or forgotten force made clear To those who care to see,…

Accommodation.

| Poetry

Twixt what we want and what we get Are schemes which leave us deep in debt And dreams we lose to compromise Convenient sales and lousy buys. Twixt what we…

The American Moses.

| Poetry

Is that you again Bill Bennett Born under your own star, The national moral compass And self-styled virtue tsar? Does the past still make your cases? And all things cawed…

Canada in 2010.

| Poetry

A lot grown too content and wayward blind Saw not the peril or chose to ignore The past – filled smartly by a fervent kind Marching in long contempt to…

Ahead to the Past.

| Poetry

The late day sun teetered on the mountain Long shadows had enveloped the land Creatures afraid of the glare would emerge Drawn from their burrows by the call of night…

A Great Remorse.

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Two score and more around the sun Winged chariots I’ll not outrun My hubris wanes along with hope Save slightest chance that helps to cope. I could have been more…

The Sun.

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With warm rays of gold I halt the raw cold, And start the growth anew. On slim shafts of yellow I seek to mellow When skies and mood are blue….

What Came Before.

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Why is it you dismiss the past And works which will forever last? The present stems from what we’ve gained What’s new has often been explained. To glow with thoughts…

Perception.

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The caterpillar’s like a worm, A low and dirty thing, Which causes girls to hide and squirm, And to their boyfriends cling. It hangs about in grass and mud, Sometimes…

The Lonesome Lot.

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How loneliness grabs each breath that we take And sighs give the lie to banter we fake The wisdom of patience, promise of time So longing of love of manner…