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The Lawyer

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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Munsell

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

~

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

~

— 1983

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the reclusive intellect

~

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

~

– 1983

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forest rain

slowly winding 

wind through leaf

airy threads 

through raindrops pass

so gently pulled 

by unseen hand

a tapestry

in vernal glass

 

© 1976

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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

 

 

 

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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…

 
250px-TheJabberwocky‘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 

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