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Bob Axell Poems
Say can you see? The roads to missery The paths on which we flee Escape from dark alleys.
I sit here under plain sky Watch grey trains roll by I see the buildings sleeping By the railroads side
A poem for all For winter and fall Summer and spring There be no such thing
A bag of wonder Without a role No way to open Opening or hole
Mosqoitos fly Under empty sky To us they are nothing To them dots you and I
13... An unlucky number For an unlucky me
Mosqoitos buzz Mosqoitos bite Keep me awake Both day and night
Side by side Lined alike Not for speech Not for hike
Raindrops fall Raindrops fly Form waterfalls In an open sky
A note Seeps through open throat Escapes into the flow And amplifies its ego
Sharp Metalic Edged Pointed
Dry Full Flat Dirty
Comments about Bob Axell
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.
There is no end
No end to humanity.
May we not dream?
May we not pretend?
Waiting for the end.