From the Aegean’s ancient shores, with wingèd words
Homer sang of lust and pride and ire,
Vain princes’ scourging arrows, swords,
Battle-clangour, blunt blood, fear and fire:
How Achilles wept at Patroclus’ funeral pyre
Before blind wrath drove him... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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On a tussock
In the glades of evenstar
Sat a green-faced garden gnome
In a crimson cassock.
Snow was falling
On the lodestone land afar,
Limpid shone moon's glimmer-loam,
Glint-eyed owls were... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Flaunting idle, evanescent charms
Banshees prowl, befoul, besmirch
And stalk the streets of sense
With ghastly howl, screeching lust
For blood or ale, cheap thrills or vain
Tricks and treats; and, having wailed
Their hymns to infernal... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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In the Kelvin Gorge
The river platters past, and sings
Its gentle, winding tale of centuries –
Long before we things
Of dust and shadow
Trailed blasphemous feet
Upon the blessed earth–
And, long after we are gone,
Of ages yet to come.
While... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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From the Aegean’s ancient shores, with wingèd words
Homer sang of lust and pride and ire,
Vain princes’ scourging arrows, swords,
Battle-clangour, blunt blood, fear and fire:
How Achilles wept at Patroclus’ funeral pyre
Before blind wrath drove... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 29 Views added 2 years ago
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Not in that embalmed garden long ago,
Where from an interdicted rod Eve took
And gave mankind to eat, with that fresh look
And mien no longer maidenly, that said, ‘I know:
I am a child no more, nor will you be
When you have tasted this. Come to my... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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California Dawn
A ragged choir of crows and mockingbirds
Storms into the morning.
Where do they hale from, these precentors of the day?
What is the reason for their peremptory
Disturbance of our... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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Veteran
Unkempt, unshaven, in a corner seat
That forever and a day has been
His kingdom, nursing with wizened hands his little gin,
He contemplates in silence his own... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Lordly May commands us now, enthralls
The welkin’s azure scan, purging sense
Of ancient, mirksome sins, in penitence
For all the bloodstained, ghastly scrawls
With which in taint and want we maimed ourselves.
Hold us here, Lord, let us pause a... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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A Sonnet came to ask, 'Why me?
Why do you stick to me so, when Villanelle
Or Rhyme Royal would do just as well
To show off poesie's... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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For saluting the victors,
Or impressing the lictors,
Vesta's priestesses
Wore various dresses.
Some frilly and formal,
Others quite normal.
But plain or festive,
Staid or inventive,
None were so fair or so splendid
As my Lady as nature... – by Lindsay G H Hall | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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