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Monthly Archives: February 2003
Another Rainy Day
The gutters are filled and the streets overflowing The raindrops keep falling, the winds keep on blowing And just when it will stop, there’s no way of knowing So batten the hatches, and prepare for rowing The skies are dark … Continue reading
A Tavern in Spring
Where have the dancing ladies gone, those fair and merry maids, that once so sweetly filled the air? Too soon, their laughter fades. (It must be spring that bids them go and seek for other haunts; once winter’s grip has … Continue reading
The Road to Find Out
On the road to find out, did you stop to lose your way and play upon your fiddle for the breaking of the day In the midst of the confusion, stepping back from the melee? Was a merry song upon … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged Cat Stevens, daily poems, Ian Anderson, On the Road to Find Out
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The First Time
I can clearly remember the first time: there it was, in the back of the closet, the case a little dusty. Not too sure exactly what it was, I carefully lifted it free of the stored winter clothes (breathing in … Continue reading
Philosophers in General
I suppose it should be quite obvious at least to a pompous erudite snob that spending one’s whole life oblivious can turn into a full-time, all day job. But still, some profess and philosophize non-stop, bent on proving that a … Continue reading
The Burning Times
It did not start with a single matchstrike, or bonfires blazing brightly in the night; it began with thinking they did not like the fact that they might not be in the right about everything; and so found kindling that … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, nationalism, paganism, The Burning Times, witchhunts
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The Wrong Answer
How many, when they think of right-wing strong-arm tactics of national emergencies requiring increased security of leaders not elected by the vote of opposition candidates denounced as non-patriotic of speeches that appeal to the lowest common denominator of the discouragement … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Statements
Tagged America, daily poems, fascism, Homeland Security, politics
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