G. Silver Poems

Summer breeze soft, gently, soft,
Under the cool green shade,
Near the dabbling, babbling brook,
Still up, up in the glade.
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No one knows just when it becomes,
Maybe a butterfly. But
when it does become -
We know.
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What sweet motivations move in your mind,
And call you to rest and to sleep - yet dream not?
What god-like demon of fate most divine,
Has changed you in ways we never had thought?
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Forgive me, faith, I know not what I say,
For I scorn thee when all you do is try;
I'd forgive, faith, should you lead me astray,
And sit still as the stars fall from the sky.
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Tis not so bad, I suppose,
If one's exile is self imposed
This selfness does not seem to me
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If you, being the moon, shone half as bright,
During your ghostly, nighttime vigilance,
It would not impede, nor impair mine sight,
In truth 'twould hardly make a difference.
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I am silent, nervous, hiding,
Barely daring breathing loud.
I am desperate, stupid, stumbling,
I know crying's not allowed.
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PC, PC, SVP!
Follow the words to the Sargasso Sea,
Saigon! Bombay!
The Cubs! Hooray!
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Oh great Fire! Oh great Flame!
Oh great Arrow, take your aim!
Oh Shambhala, kingdom come!
Don't forget where you are from!
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...and nobody cares,
Because why? and what for?
And the nobodies sleep on the parishon' floor.
And they ask 'but why me? '
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