Albert Ahearn Poems

A book discussion group is reveling,
Delightful entertainment; always fun.
A bunch of book enthusiasts seeking
A monthly intellectual session
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Most things men do secretly in darkness
Will soon be clearly revealed in daylight.
His uttered private words become careless
Common conversations. The deeds he recites
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While lying on my side in bed
I stare through windowpane and shade
And watch the autumn season fade
With every falling golden dead;
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One never contemplates mortality
Until our health begins to fade away.
In our youth we possessed vitality
Thought it would last forever and a day.
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It's time for Tom to lose his wattled head.
He's designated martyr for the feast.
We pluck him naked and stuff him with bread
Then roast his hapless carcass whole or pieced.
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Life has given us reminiscent skies:
Like wondrous golden evening sunsets
That kissed our daily tired burning eyes;
And the ocean below we’ll not forget
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The last of autumn’s leaves begins assault
Of winter gales. The sap within the trees
In hibernating xylems call a halt
To most activity to some degree.
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The seemingly moving white cumuli
Above me drifting aimlessly away
Like youthful fantasies: old passerby’s
With muted roles in an unscripted play;
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I’m sitting at my computer alone
Playing a lost game of literati
With a person absolutely unknown,
Thus not knowing if he’s a he or she,
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Oh, lordy! The nuts are at it again.
Their paranoiac claims abound today.
Oh! So often I heard their sick refrains
Expounding, predicting the end of days:
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