Blizzard in my soul; snow blinds me, freezes, Chills the once-warm blood. Cold the world. empty; the wind howls Freezing through the empty arches, the marble columns In the halls of my soul. Must the temple be silent, so silent, o my Gods? Must the stones break with ice, The columns shimmer with icicles And diamonds silvery freezing; cold Cold world - must it then be so, That to thaw the crystal silence Warm dreams of Empire shall arise, Throbbing legends and pulsating life, Rich in love - Would they rise If love were here, And the halls rang With happiness? Can they only arise From the icy death of my soul? |
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The green smiling fields sought I Through the puddle of another black day, But the stream dried up in laughter, And the fields ran away. Round my deafened ears crashed rocks, And the elephants found no lake, So I sold them a fine jungle, But the money was plum-cake. The puddle fell in a ravine, And the sun went out to dream. |
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A certain air of savoir-faire, So debonaire; a little smile, Her to beguile, quizzical style; Often starred as quite a card In bright façade; distinguished highbrow, He lifts an eyebrow with a dry "How D'ye do -- have I met you?: Of course - you're Sue." Conversation, Animation about his station; His hands wing swift to catch the drift Unless it shift from him; with charm He offers arm. Without a qualm: "You ought to read . .. fine book indeed, Knowledge you need." "Of course you've heard Of William Byrd - I was quite stirred You haven't - oh, you should, you know, Fine man.." And so, with half-closed eyes To sly disguise his painful sighs, "The point.." "you know .." and ever so The phrases flow - for he knows, however, That One so clever existed never. |
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Silence falls, and we are still; No more we sing of love or hate, The past is past, and platitudes roll To ease the burden on the soul. | |
Squiggeley squggeley Uggley buggley, Squingle squongle spludge; Widgely wodgely, Oddeley bodgeley Blingle, blongle, bludge. |