Staircase
Yesterday was only the staircase that led to today
Today is the bridge that stands between
yesterday and tomorrow,
And tomorrow may be the dream we all have today
So then, dream on today,
For tomorrow may never come.
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Mediocrity
Mediocrity is the cursed of the damned!
Failure to great men
Who set their bows
And aim skywards
To strike their starry targets.
Mediocrity is success though
For lesser mortals...............
Short sighted non-visionaries
Who always hope for lady luck
To bail them out
Of their misfortune recurrent.
So then, for many
Mediocrity is success!
To a select few......
An abject failure!
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Misty-Eyed Maiden
Oh! Misty-eyed maiden!
Your lovely eyes laden with tears.
You weep for your unborn babes
As when Rachel weepeth for her children.
The hour cometh speedily
When your flowing tears
Will mingle with the dust
And be trampled under many feet.
'Twill be useless to cry then,
For men of great avarice
Doth ascend the thrones
Of this fallen world.
So then, cry on misty-eyed maiden;
Weep your heart out,
For soon 'twill all be over
And that terrible holocaust come!
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Many Noble Men
Many noble men
Many ignoble men....
have stood back to back
And fought in trenches
For some noble cause
And died like fools
To satisfy the warmongers
Who sit in their comfortable palaces
And plot
And plot
And plot.........
How to fill their coffers
How to expand their tents
How to create a holocaust
That will turn respectable, genteel folk
Into brute beasts and killers;
And without emotion
They send,
Many noble men
Many ignoble men...............
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Aurora
Like a fairy with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her.
In the coolness of the September air,
Strains of melancholic chords I do hear,
And though I might not know what,
Yet something may have changed,
For I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And the emblem of her beauty caresses my heart,
Like the fluttering of birds' wings in the cool air.
Yes, like Aurora with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And her fragrance follows my path.
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Rollercoaster
Man's solitude becomes his closest friend,
His thoughts his only ally
In the vast ocean of lonliness;
Ufathomable grief enshroud
A heart torn by strife and hurt;
Empty bottles breaking
Like shattered dreams
Leaving debris scattered
On the floor of life's promenade!
Grief emerges from the deep murky depths of Hades
And embraces everyone within easy reach
With his wallowing dingy fingers
To enslave men in the quagmire of despair
Like drunken sailors smitten by spirits
Going up and down
On a giant rollercoaster
On the ride of their lives.
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Jungle Fever
a prophet gets no
honor in his town. I'm no prophet but only
a poet trying to write the poetry of the day
but they watch me with the hawk's eye.
no longer do I sing
the songs of Innocence, for out
of the egg-shell matrix have I graduated
into the profound absurdity of the real world,
where ambiguity wears the crown in its jubilation,
and the well dressed don who wears
a stetson hat and the business suit
from Bradford, smiles with you and plots your downfall.
no longer do I sing
the songs of Innocence,
no longer do I sing as a bird.
''by the rivers of Babylon, there we wept
when we remembered Zion''.
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Retro Notes
Like a spatial Babylonian tower,
towards perspectives of a great celestial Being,
monolithic and nestling with regal poise,
a cryptic monument in the dust of the Nile Delta,
to reflect Cheops genius,
and as a colossus, to straddle the heavens,
standing in its own statuesque aura,
in memoriam, and as a totem pole,
pinnacling man's hope, and Egypt's ascendancy and masterdom,
for Egyptian power is African power. I can vividly remember
annals of the ancient kingdoms of Ghana and Mali,
of the beautiful Nymph-like Nubian princesses clothed in mahogany skin,
sparkling like the jewels of the kings of the Nile.With lucidity I can recall
the sagacious Angel yclept Lucifer incredibly stunned,
falling like lightning with his votaries, out of that brilliant light,
in the aftermath of Celestial's cataclysmic clash,
after spawning an inventive tale. Such spiel
initiating heaven's haemorrhage by its irreverence,
initiating the turmoil in virginal Eden,
and man's epic drama, like an Odyssey-
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The Rose of England
'Twas a most solemn day
Of that most the world would say.
The Rose of England would pass
Her still form in a gun carriage alas.
Many called it the event of the years
As the cortege the Royal Standard bears.
The clip clop of the horses thru Hyde Park
As on history the Princess leaves her mark.
John Bull's joie de vivre now diminished
It seemed to many that an era had finished.
The clip clop of the horses thru Hyde Park
As on history the Princess leaves her mark.
Yet, even in dying she still lives on
In the heart of many, a love already born.
The clip clop of the horses thru Hyde Park
As on History the Princess leaves her mark.
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