Glenn Bagshaw Poems

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'So why don't you come my cannistered knight,
with bucket for head, heart fully steel-wooled
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Grander than great religions can anoint
universe began as geometric point,
then space and time expanded from this dot
more epic than prophetic words have taught-
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Could be I walk in one-time wood
and meet a ghost, his name is Shade
who died when glade was felled for good.
Could be I walk in time-won 'would'
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The fizzed-out flatness in single words
has 'tree' with two or three meanings in all;
but bunch terms up, absurdly, like birds
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On gloried mornings I behold
how Phillis thrives as marigold.

Corinna in her gracious way
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The Divine thumps the poor to painful
but now killer surf stays lapping tame.
Yes, the graying mob so tired, so faithful
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She dances again when there's springtime breeze
but once would swim in waters clinging grip
all her dives, her glides, were likewise fluid ease.
One expected mermaid hidden at the hip.
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I study his face with keenest concern
and small, he's small-I see when we've met.
May his fear, once set churning, not return
nor should that brute be viewed as martinet.
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He went to war on boredom's itch
and he was scratched from those alive.
Recruitment posters will bewitch.
He went to war on boredom's itch
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One hears the mower's gears agree:
' in short, clip short: shear grass, tear weed;
some think of bees and allergy...'
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