The Ghost Who Shares the Prow
So, what can ail the men who sail,
On the endless oceans free?
Who wish no more than to stand their watch,
As they peer at the endless sea?
MA VOURNEEN
When time and distance separate us, Then you will find the spirit of our togetherness, In a glass of wine. My darling, Make it a long-stemmed glass, To remind you that even the minute apart is the longest one. Fill it to its very brim to symbolize, The […]
THE HORSEMAN OF THE SKIES
THE HORSEMAN OF THE SKIES . With horse as white as satin, He rode the midnight skies, An ardent gleam of passion, In the rider’s cold black eyes. The horse’s mane was flowing, And its head was high and proud, And from its flaring nostrils, Its breath appeared […]
WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING
WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? . That […]
THE TRAIL BENEATH THE TEARS
THE TRAIL BENEATH THE TEARS (Farewell to Africa) . It was when the grind and grumble, Of those wagons passed this way, The colour sergeant’s bark was never meek, The sighing strain of steel, That was bound fast to the wheel, Was melody to rumble and to squeak. […]
MA VOURNEEN
MA VOURNEEN . When time and distance separate us, Then you will find the spirit of our togetherness, In a glass of wine. My darling, Make it a long-stemmed glass, To remind you that even the minute apart is the longest one. Fill it to its very brim […]
WHO WILL SPEAK FOR EUROPE?
WHO WILL SPEAK FOR EUROPE? . Will no one speak for Europe, We are a special breed, So many hate and denigrate, Pour scorn upon our seed, But who will stand and speak for us, Before we’re trampled in the dust, Oh, such a tragic fate. There’s just […]
THE FIRING SQUAD
THE FIRING SQUAD . Lost in time his mother’s words, When but an arms-held boy, Remembered sweet the lullabies, That brought the infant joy. . The years of boyhood, river stream, Wherever youth will pause and dream, To pen their true love’s sweet word verse, As posies fall […]
THE EMBERS OF EUROPE ARE DYING
THE EMBERS OF EUROPE ARE DYING . The Embers of Europe are dying, The phoenix is sleeping in peace, But no rest for the peoples of Europe, The nations that bankers must fleece; No peace from political traitors, There’s never respite from their wars; The Embers of Europe […]
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