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The Rhythm of Picking Sides
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Circles of energy, electric anger in love…
The falling sky, ominous and foreboding presses gravity upon
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“But Poetry's dead,”
they say
“And Song and Drama, Painting too!
No Muse. No Bard.
To write in verse and meter's
simply wrong and rhyme
is only for a greeting card.
There's nothing more to...
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When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen
Sublime, fantastic visions of the night.
Once as I slept within a forest green
My eyes beheld a most adventurous sight.
Pitch dark it was, but then...
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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The tickle
of each sensuous delight,
the public joke,
the private jest all seem
like drunkenness and
yield bold laughter,
bright enough
to bring one's straining eyes
to stream.
To mask...
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Anti-Fade
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Mixed dreams awake and scheming in shadows of reality.
Screaming in silent rage, mute in volume, a seething
artificial silence...
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Something I wrote upon moving back to California after 15 years in Las Vegas.
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Sidewalk Shuffle
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Traveling again on insane ground,
just foolin with chaos and messin around.
Shuffling my steps on an upbeat sound,
not sure if my soul...
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Unlucky Prey
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
The unlucky tread the Earth under black clouds of bricks that fall from the sky.
Bare feet and souls wrapped in barbed wire,...
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This is my 'treatment' (NOT an exact translation!) of the poem 'Becher am boden' from the volume 'Algabal' by the German poet Stefan George (1868-1933). The accompanying picture is 'The Roses...
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