Author: philcline

Ordered Time

Ordered Time

Ordered time They tried to order Time dawn to dusk, Futile spreadsheets of manageable units, Denying its nature to slow, to speed  To pause, to fly with thoughts, dreams,  Friends met, enemies loathed, With pain and agony and anxiety,  With pleasure, gaiety, With visions, prophecies, with  Feckless Fraud found out. Ordered like railway ties Clacking […]

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Poetry in the Public Square

Poetry in the Public Square

Is poetry a public or private thing? One’s love of country could be deliciously stirred by the magic of poetry: “This happy breed of men, this little world,  This precious stone set in the silver sea,  …………. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England . . .” Historically western poetry concerned itself with […]

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He Credited Fear

He Credited Fear

At the window he credited Fear, Regretted his temper drive, And looked to gloomy vistas This morning again arrived. Secrets of giggly girls, Potent Innocence fails Divers of missing pearls Bartered from greasy nails. Christmas lights harken End, Heralded toys broken fine, Discarded in the snowy mud Cheered by crows atop a line. Don’t hurry […]

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Where Boys Walk

Where Boys Walk

Where Boys Walk Fist clenched,  Forearm flexed,  Raised above, hovering, Before down the hit.  Cringed below, a boy child’s  Dread, And fear.  And Humiliation. Again. Hands, kind, reach,  Stretch, pat on’a back,  Rest on’a shoulder, A smile, a nod, he said “good job.” Eyes open, breath released, hope. Courage,  And will. And defiance. Indomitable. And between […]

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