Caught Them Gawking
Every breath I breathe,
Is excitement filled!
Someone suggested...
I was 'over the hill'!
Of course they didn't know 'me',
They referred to my age!
And I quickly reminded them...
It was them who had whispered,
Saying I had upstaged!
A position 'normally' not given,
To one of 'my Age'.
And I caught them 'gawking'
Amazed and dazed!
Showing them a thing or 'two'...
About limitation and boundaries,
Assigned to old folks
And their 'age'!
'Come on children...
Can't you keep up with poppa?
You are wearing me out,
Waiting for you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppa Rocks
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
Back in poppa's day!
When poppa use to move and groove,
Other people watched.
Poppa didn't care who stared
When poppa rocked...
The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
Poppa did his thing.
When he did the 'do' he 'don'
You could hear poppa loudly sing!
Now that dusk has caught him rusty...
Poppa's moves are smooth.
But that is poppa and poppa can't be stopped.
When poppa gets the urge...
Poppa wants to rock!
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppa Dreams
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
As only you can do!
After you're done screwing poppa.
In submissive climax twitching,
That subdues us into sweat.
Poppa tries to catch his breath...
As we hold together on soaken wet,
Creamed dripped sheets.
And throbbing in
Sighs until we've gone to sleep!
You're wicked!
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Poppa dreams.
Poppa aches all day it seems.
Poppa wishes to kiss your lips.
And feel our naked hips,
Lick, dance and thrust!
In touches that passion rushes,
Poppa loves so much!
Poppa wants us to knock boots!
Just like you and poppa did...
At least three times a day or more to do.
Poppa dreams.
All ding dong day and night it seems.
The phone rings.
Poppa don't answer.
Poppa listens to the answering machine.
Poppa knows it's not you.
Poppa knows it's just another fling!
A substitute to do.
That poppa does to do his thing.
Imagining in one more dream...
That poppa has while grinding up,
Against someone else...
With thoughts of you!
Poppa dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old Gold Diggin' Geezer
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
'I thought you said you were a friend to ALL people?
YOU are a fraud.
You ain't even a friend to some! '
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Free to See Beyond Limitation
To be free to see beyond limitation,
Would be a welcomed transformation for anyone.
That is idealistic.
But as I grow older,
I become more accepting of those who choose to remain,
Living within boundaries.
If I had not...
An ego I could not have dropped!
I would be there within boundaries,
Seeking to fit into a conformity unrecognizeable.
And yet effective.
To keep me contained and less reflective.
Within a maze.
For purposes to leave those dazed...
By their own inflicted amazements!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Did The Best They Could
Those who say,
They can not understand...
Why their children lack respect and discipline,
Will always say they did the best they could...
To raise them to be good children.
But the teaching to them to be responsble men,
And women accountable for their actions?
Well...many with children are too busy,
Wanting their children to see them as their friends.
And not examples of adults to set for them.
'And...
How many children do you have? '
None.
'OH?
And you think you can speak on this,
From a position of authority? '
No.
I speak from a position of having peace of mind.
I will never be envious of those emotionally manipulated,
For the rest of their lives.
However...
I have often wanted grandchildren.
'But...
Wouldn't you have to have children FIRST? '
And that one 'detail' alone...
Is the reason why,
I chose to keep my peace of mind.
'It's never too late you know? '
Didn't you just hear me say,
I chose to keep my peace of mind,
Over sitting in a prison cell for the rest of my life?
'No.
I didn't hear that last statement.'
It came to me quickly as a vision.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Poppa Cockish
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
How's that for a little ego dipping?
I had thought of King of Poems.
But that is a bit eccentric,
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
Perhaps...
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shame Will Come and Overstay Its Visit
Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
There is no wall you hide behind!
And even if there was...
Your head is thicker with a slickness,
You do not believe I can not see through.
Poppa knows you better than you know yourself.
And there is a lot about 'you',
That is in need of self examination!
Yes!
Don't look at me as if your innocence is being tested.
I made those same moves in grade school.
And a whole lot smoother too!
An if you think your lies...
Will pass by poppa's ears and eyes undetected,
You are a bigger fool than the fool I suspected.
Poppa didn't decide to awaken one day to become wise.
Poppa has lived to observe and learn...
Not to lie.
Because a lie will detach you from integrity.
And without integrity...
You have no dignity or identity to claim.
Shame will come an overstay its visit!
And you...
Will have nothing else to do,
But accept regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lighthouse
The lighthouse lost its light on her a long time ago
She got so used to it, this long and winding road
I'll never ever let you go, oh
I can't believe she whispered to me
I don't wanna breathe
Oh no
This ship of fools sails west by night-time and by day
Circumnavigates her globe like a bullet gone astray
Come on home baby, where it's safe
I can't believe she whispered to me
I don't wanna breathe
I don't wanna breathe
Even if you drink from the chalice of cheap escape and fade away
I'll never ever let you go
I can't believe she whispered to me
I don't wanna breathe
I don't wanna breathe
She whispered to me
Now I can't believe she whispered to me
Oh lord, lord, lord
song performed by by Live
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starman (Lyrics)
Goodbye love
Didn't know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
poem by Satan's Sibling
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The Folks Who Live On The Hill
Folks Who Live on the Hill
((1937) Oscar Hammerstein II, Jerome Kern)
Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high,
You and I,
Shiny and new a cottage that two can fill.
And we'll be pleased to be called,
"The folks who live on the hill".
Someday we may be adding a thing or two,
A wing or two.
We will make changes as any fam'ly will,
But we will always be called,
"The folks who live on the hill".
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,
The sort of veiw that seems to want to be seen.
And when the kids grow up and leave us,
We'll sit and look at the same old view,
Just we two.
Darby and Joan who used to be Jack and Jill,
The folks like to be called,
What they have always been called,
"The folks who live on the hill".
song performed by by Nina Simone
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It's The Truth Within All Of Us That Grows
'Poppa...
What's reality? '
Come here, sweet baby!
'Oooowww!
That hurt.
Why did you pinch me, poppa?
Why? '
Did you feel it, honey?
'Yes!
And it hurt too.'
That's reality.
Something you know exists!
Something you can feel.
And if it affects you...
In a way that gets your attention,
With the agreement of others...
Without debate,
You are close to it!
'But still, poppa!
WHAT is reality? '
See this look poppa has?
'Yeah!
It's scaring me.'
You feel anything?
'You don't want me to ask you again, right? '
And I didn't touch you, did I?
That's part of reality as well.
You will learn the difference...
Trust me.
You will learn!
It's the truth within all of us that grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unwashed And Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
I'm the cream
Of the great utopia dream
And you're in the gleam
In the depths of your banker's splean
I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the reats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So now, You could spend the morning walking with me
Quite amazed
As I am Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatos
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend your morning talking with me
Quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Now you run from your window
To the prcelain bowl
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
It's very catching
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the stramge Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.
song performed by by David Bowie
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Chesterfield King
We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter died and we were caught in an eye to eye.
We sat on the floor and did we sit close. I could smell your thoughts and thought. do you want to touch a lot like me? too scared to say a thing. I left your house and kicked myself. I put those
Ings on a shelf to die. I guess Im not a gambling type but think of what the two of us had lost.
Had lost.
I needed some time to think it out. 7-eleven parking lot. a toothless woman turned and stopped. I gave her a dime and a chesterfield. she leaned down and kissed my cheek. I was scared but it fel
Et.
Felt so sweet.
She asked me if I had a name. I told her I was glued up on some chick. we sat and smoked against the wall.
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
Of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house. I drove so fast. the wind it couldnt cool me down, so I turned it around and came back up. you were waiting on your step, steam showing o
Ur breath and water in your eyes. we pulled each other into one, parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Said all my chicks they smoke these things and handed you a chesterfield king. held your hand and watched tv and traced the little lines along your palm.
Your palm.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldnt cool me down, so I turned it around
And came back up.
You were waiting on your step, steam showing off your breath
And water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one, parkas
Clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Right there.
song performed by by Face To Face
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Defending My Right To Exist
Defending my right to exist...
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
I looked like so and so,
And spoke like someone else.
And living in a place where nicknames were preferred,
It was rather difficult to maintain an identity.
Since being clownish and down to Earth,
Was a lesson taught.
And to be ignorant was the main objective.
Few people dared to express knowledge of anything.
Hey,
What can I say?
Even today...
This is not an exaggeration.
Needless to say,
Folks still living in that same mindset...
Seem not to be able to understand,
Why their visits to jails and prisons...
Are more frequent and have more of a priority,
Than when their 'children' were misbehaving in schools.
And teachers are blamed for this?
Defending my right to exist,
Didn't leave too much time,
To feel insecurities.
Or get emotional about them.
I was always reminded that I wasn't who I was!
However...
I was told I 'thought' I was better than everyone else,
Because I spoke as if I was 'intelligent'.
You know,
Clear and not like a...well...
Bunny rabbit!
And I had more than being a 'bad' little boy,
With going to jail on my mind.
I wanted to have my own identity for some reason.
With a wish to be successful at whatever I chose to do!
And there are those who try to convince others,
My accomplishments do not mean a thing!
And to them,
I wouldn't expect that they would.
Since I've lived to witness...
What many of them regard as important.
And hearing the children who brag,
About how much jail time they have served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I was a Child
I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
They say he loved me
Willed me grow great
He played with me
We sang in the eves.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
We hoped for brightness
And for tomorrow
Then he slumped
To breathe his last.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Dirge for me I pray
Papa lives no longer
Beady salt water drops
From my sockets.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Things happened fast
Leaving me stunned
I racked my brain
I rack it still.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I cling onto mama
Perhaps she'll keep
Will console me well
For days gone by.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I search her eyes
To find some faith
She must stay here
Ever at my side.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
She too escapes
Abandons me quick
I am raw and untaught
I have learned no trade.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
My father's brothers
Like not my face
Gang together, they say
We must squelch him.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
He must not be great
Like his father
How he struts
Like the old block!
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
This chip will be a cyber
If we lag and tarry
Hound him like the jackal
Aim at his blood.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I run fast and scurrily
I fain would live
Great to be like papa
Greater even than he.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Now I am a man
I truly can know
I am not too dazed
Even to think.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
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Every Breath
I see you runnin and it's all over now
The devil's comin and he's showin us how
He's goin down on the street light
It's such a cool sight
The lizard king is here and where are you now?
The monkey brain is here he's showing us how
He's goin down on the cool right
And I am loosing sight..and...
Every breath is like the one before
Yeah it's like the one before
You get it right you breathe no more
Sold my shadow on the blackest of nights
Sometimes it pushed me right out of the light
It's going down on the cool right and I am losing
Your're here to tempt me and it's all I can do
To keep from running just to try something new
I'm goin down on the cool ride and i am right behind...and..
Every breath is like the one before
Yeah it's like the one before
You get it right you breathe no more
No more
No more
Every breath is like the one before
Yeah it's like the one before
You get it right you breathe no more
Every breath is like the one before
Yeah it's like the one before
You bank on it you breathe no more
No more
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Unwashed & Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Dont turn your nose up
Well, you can if you need to, you wont be the first or last
It must strain you to look down so far from your fathers house
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you
Im the cream
Of the great utopia dream
And youre in the gleam
In the depths of your bankers splean
Im a phallus in pigtails
And theres blood on my nose
And my tissue is rotting
Where the reats chew my bones
And my eye sockets empty
See nothing but pain
I keep having this brainstorm
About twelve times a day
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me
Quite amazed
As I am unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed
I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatos
On credit card rye bread
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen
And my heads full of murders
Where only killers scream
So now you could spend your morning talking with me
Quite amazed
Look out, Im raving mad and somewhat slightly dazed
Now you run from your window
To the prcelain bowl
And youre sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor
And the braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
Its very catching
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the stramge unwashed and happily slightly dazed.
song performed by by David Bowie
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Glad They Have Been Abandoned
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Regardless of what you might think!
But those of you who are still among the conscious...
Have to agree,
While this is going on...
The quality of life for all,
Is nearing the edge to a close call.
And about to fall off the brink!
Isolated and united in racist remarks.
Increases to diminish common sense!
Leaders are focused on catfight brawls...
While a once great nation,
Is showing a greater taste for sensations that stagnate.
Have you yet grown sick of it?
Women referred to as pitbulls.
And men in politics stating openly...
The opposite sex,
Are lipstick wearing pigs!
And those who proclaimed these days would come...
Seem to be the only ones keeping their distance.
Since they have long been slandered and ostracized.
And clearly peaceful beings,
Who are glad they have been abandoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pucker Up My Little Sucker
Pucker up my little sucker,
And give daddy a great big kiss.
I'm glad you're the last one to listen to poppa...
And have decided to dismiss,
The annoyances of those other kids.
I'm glad you like daddy's teasing,
And have come along for the ride.
You have known about poppa's gambling habits....
And unlike the others,
You wanted to learn.
You didn't run away to hide.
Daddy needs evey dime you've got!
I've got an itch this time that will not stop!
I know I will hit it big.
I feel this in my bones.
Trust your poppa and dropp your concerns.
Grant me a loan of everything you own.
Don't worry about your temporary survival needs.
I promise when I hit that jackpot...
Poppa will take care of you.
And that is guaranteed.
Here...
Take this promisary note.
And put it under your pillow.
If and when you fall asleep at night...
Know daddy's intentions,
May look as if they are to deceive.
But daddy wishes you to pray...
To keep daddy honest,
A free of thoughts of misdeeds.
Give me a few years, baby.
And you'll see poppa did this for your best.
Now hand over all you've got to give to poppa.
And forget about this...
To get your rest!
Has daddy ever lied...
About saying what he wants for you?
Every time it was explained,
From poppa's point of view?
'Daddy?
How come when you tuck me in so tight...
You call yourself poppa?
Like you are hiding something?
You do that all the time.
As if you want me keep from getting out of bed!
To see what you really do for myself instead.
Why daddy? '
Pucker up my little sucker,
And give daddy a great big kiss.
Don't worry about what poppa does...
Just close your eyes and let your dreams persist!
Here's a piece of candy.
In time after sucking it up...
You will forget about this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fairy Light
A light appeared on the darkest hill,
The girl fell once, and was left behind,
I caught her arm and we crossed the rill:
‘I can’t go on - I think I’m blind.’
‘We’ve all been blind to the things that count
But there’s the light - if you’ll follow me
We may be able to sight the truth,
And catch a glimpse of eternity.’
The light had pranced by the farmer's gate,
Followed the stony lane along,
Leapt a thicket of tangled thorns,
Flashed and fluttered, and bounded on.
‘It’s only a lonely firefly,
A torch, or maybe a will-o-wisp, ’
She clutched her leg and she gave a cry,
I left her there in the morning mist.
‘I must go on! ’ I could hear the words
The wind had snatched at my shallow breath,
‘To stay is worse than to venture on,
For standing still is a living death.’
I took the hill like a man possessed
And clawed a way through the cloying weed,
Prayed and whispered and fought for breath
To follow the light of my driving need.
The light had stopped at the stony crest
To turn its wavering glow on me,
I caught it fast in my fevered hand
And felt the light spread instantly.
The hill erupted in seas and stars,
The heavens wheeled and whirled above,
I ceased to be; but whispered ‘Why? ’
A word, in answer, whispered – ‘Love! ’
But love like this was not content,
Rather a pit of burning pain,
Only a well of innocence
Could blend unhurt in the light’s refrain.
Reflecting the inner glow of love
The great creation wheeled in grace
While I stood dark and shadow-formed,
Apart - as one of the human race!
They found me there at the break of day;
The girl had only a line to tell:
‘He must have suffered a stroke’, she said,
‘His face was pale, and then he fell.’
She didn’t mention the fairy light
We’d chased forever across the land;
The girl was lucky - I lost my sight,
And walk the world with a withered hand!
3 February 1979
poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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