14 August 2017

On Deck (poem)

Ye were there rested, when
e’en the edge exceeds
shelters endless, 
perfect strength’s sleep
stemmed  to end
when hedges drempt
wetter waves 
set free.
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A Rubáiyát of Political Deficience (poem)

  Wist scald a wrecker’s horde of fights and nays Where Destiny miffs Zen for peaches play Politics and losses thick, per wars dap slay And ...