EBB.AND.FLOW'S POEM'S, SONNET'S, & LYRICAL BALLADS: From sunspots to rhyme... thoughts most sublime:

Sunday, November 23, 2003

From sunspots to rhyme... thoughts most sublime:

Tales spun out like barn yard yarn Return to haunt my dreams; And black is the colour of the tarn, Before my rotting mansion in Queens. A New York state of mind cannot Begin to comprehend the time That looks for all my days like a spot On the sun from a world that will not rhyme. In case you wonder... Sign in to see full entry.

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Alongside our routes and roundabout ways we meander and sometimes philander but rare is the one who can not say these verses are anything less than fodder fodder for spirit and soul and wit and wanton wild wordplay sometimes fickle, sometimes fit; in song that won't wage less than almighty war on the villainous gluttons for greed and for gore; those vile ones whose foreplay on web sites and film creates quite a stir as it crosses the chasm to the cliffs of regret and the lakes of remorse where the charms of God's Spirit run like a course. Taste of this fine wine it's stored here for you; if the vintage is hearty, then the future is true.

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