A Passing Era

Say not, the passing era has passed And all the great ones dead at last: No more mountains left to climb: Yet I foresee a brighter time.

A wiser Albert Einstein, maybe born A braver Patten win a war: A taller America thunders in: A stronger Hitler conquers and wins.

We'll see before this world is done A second Bin Laden destroy our fun: A more alluring Marilyn Monroe: A nobler Sister Teresa, come and go.

A weaker Israel shall be destroyed By foe and friend in sheep's skin: And a wilder fighter than Casius Clay: Demons and witches on parade:

A look-alike Christ: part the waves.

Aye, miracles will come about: through Men, marvels and Poets warn-out…!

#1077 1/14/06

Faulkner's Hamlet

Here where sunsets cling—ablaze

To scarlet peaks, In the antebellum South, on Plantations and all: over green Gardens, Civil War plows—

Here the master of the words calls: Snopes, Varner to Jefferson: Faulkner, to join his: Yoknapatawpha Ghouls…!

#1073 1/14/06

Quicksalt and Peacock Eye

It was this early morn, he slipped

Into this pond filled substance Called Quicksalt, like Quicksand: It swallowed him up: head to toe— Bitterly warm, like hot burning coal. Digging, swimming he tried his best Never making it to the top: never Knowing just were he was.

(Aye, so what do you think happened? How did the young lad escape?)

The pink rain came and dissolved All the gains of salt, mixed with coal; And for the lovers of evil, let it be said, Midnight, never came to ruin this poem.

Aye, yes, thereafter, said the young lad: (with the peacock eyes), looking about "I will never run off from school again,” And off he went, to find his friend.

#1071 1/14/06