Glenn Bagshaw Poems

When the infant Christ lay in the manger,
in the coarse stable upon matted straw,
kinder animals heeded the stranger-
the godly baby-and stood in great awe.
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At the evening sky-cosmic mind in thought
seemed starlight written upon deep darkness-
We stopped, and gazing upward, were dream-taught
of Orion, light-quivered in starkness
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His beacon searched for honest men
and found his own pure hell.
Thieves lit out with his only lamp.
Enlightment seems well.
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I'll forever love her
(and who could never love her?)
as the day seems winter's
but with summer in its midst.
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To describe in chapters our life's fables,
pen pauses pending, our white pages glare;
wordless lines cancel Contents in Tables.
contest content-ment, if you won't write there.
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Say that seas were just our dreaming
and love a ship to find,
you'd soon perceive my sea of dreams
where you're moored in my mind.
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Half to sleep and perhaps I'll die,
but might I stay in those most dear
like beer downed? No, more self's worn sigh?
Half to sleep-and perhaps Ill die...
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On blank scrap paper of his days
he had met her, loved her, lost her,
quick and dirty like bought essays.
On blank scrap paper of his days
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But it's a dream and nothing more
and he can't even seem to breathe.
Oh damn dead ends without a door
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On slumbering we come alive
and all our dreams walk Truth's Great Hall
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