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gregory, a man of words
and of them never short
a barrister of barristers
he hypnotised the court
but at his home in lancashire
the legalese still flew
so sadly realised his bride
that words were all he knew
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The Lawyer
Munsell
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when deign the heights to kiss the land
do clouds in greyish garb descend
as dismal shrouds that billow cold
’til dampish coolness all enfolds
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The Mute
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the man is sorely ridiculed
for lack of oral worth
a fault that’s not his own you see
— an accident of birth
across his mind play images
his thoughts unmarred by speech
they say he dwells in ignorance
what lessons he could teach!
he’d beat them all in games of chess
this idiot so meek
but they don’t know and never will
they’re blind and he can’t speak
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— 1983
the reclusive intellect
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here sits an intellectual man
who rests alone in thought
not bothering with other souls
and looking quite distraught
he deftly tames another task
perpetual observer
he dreams a better mousetrap and
electric coffee server
the world’s fornever grateful for
his fealty to the cause
of stretching human boundaries
through scientific laws
he never tires, never fades
he surely never quits
here sits the intellectual man
and sits and sits and sits
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– 1983
forest rain
slowly winding
wind through leaf
airy threads
through raindrops pass
so gently pulled
by unseen hand
a tapestry
in vernal glass
© 1976
temporalysis
it calls me on
resisting
it calls me mad
in swift passing
gives me pleasure
yet sad
more sad
than missing
the little things
that to others
bring happy tears
are the many
misspent years
forgotten
while striving
to be remembered
thinking
altogether too much
such is time
and time is such
a bitter — yet
in the living of it
sweet — pill
swallowed up whole
in guilt
and mad raving
travesty
that i cry
no not i
never
© 1983
Jabberwocky
A vocal interpretation of the famous Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) poem Jabberwocky first featured in Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872.
Listen…
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Performance © 2009 Archangel Media Inc.
Poem by Lewis Carroll
Illustration by Sir John Tenniel
