First, there’s the you of flesh and blood And then there's the you in my memory And then there are other yous: The you in my imagination, better than the actual you The you in my thoughts, frequent and insisting The you in my fantasies, naked and wild The you I think I know The … Continue reading The Many Yous
I never heard of A person who did not enjoy To gaze upon the spectacle Of a bright rainbow. Why then some of us do frown Upon those people who dress like the rainbow? Those people gay, those people bi Those people who, like us, Are simply human? Like us they live, Like us they … Continue reading A Rainbow Plea
Happy the man*, whose wish and care A house or an apartment bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own town. Whose routine job, whose local stores Supply his food and his attire, Whose books in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcerned’dly find Hours, days, and years slide … Continue reading Ode On Solitude (Modern Edition)
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