Glenn Bagshaw Poems

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Some prophets will proclaim that we proceed
to crystal realms where our joys revert-
watch calm composure of cold clay-take heed!
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On strike of midnight, then goodbye
as shadows thicken what's hidden-
bends willow weeping, sobbing 'why? '
On strike of midnight, then goodbye,
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Some gentlemen are so polite.
Tthey take their pants off, don a blush
and raise a short regret at night.
Some gentlemen are so polite.
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Let's be bare skinned and skip the poem in this.
Let's talk straight out, and spit straight-that's our aim.
Who speaks of life as 'sublime, divine bliss? '
Live hard. Live short. Don't live to take the blame.
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A Tale Of Fallin' Virtue

At noon she topped the thin crest of the hill
and on a spine of rock was trapped at last
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What's dear stays loved. There's no Again.
The present stays as sound as sleep,
for what sustains us will remain.
What's dear stays loved. There's no Again.
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I am the pyre of harvest moon
and in my lunacy I make
pale crater of your life so soon
and bake your body which I take.
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REVISED
When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life and burn bare the sane.
We're strangely seared where heaven lies,
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At one time my father and I
would rise just before dawn
and travel
in dream-dark woods,
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