Glenn Bagshaw Poems

Once she had died, then I went to Port West
to plunge in town's undertow of sorrows.
The shore in time is surf as well, as crest
of flowing spray will throw down tomorrows.,
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When the present spews over all you were
and dear ones deem you an October shade,
(breeze-cursing ghost that's blown away) . They're sure
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Arrived, we delve our illusory way,
confused, fitful in new light, but not alone;
suffering as well, mother's born that day;
both sprung: flesh's pain; some day: both in bone.
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She'll whisper that she'll never tell.
She'll haunt you: please come out and play.
then hunt your hands; oh what the hell,
brushed touch of her pounds sense away.
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Dearest, you see me best of men
And I thank God since its just when
You speak my virtue, seek my love
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From out the country that he loved
the yellow primrose blurs the land,
each woodbine quickens every strand.
The harebells dip for one removed.
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Where is the Saracen who drained my heart?
For that surgical infidel with art
unstrung all my veins and flung them apart.
Is he but a dream? Oh I know very well
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Once as a child, I vaulted on sunbeams.
By both those Dippers, I swam in the stars.
Comet-tail laces bolted rings around Venus.
I impressed like hammers-floored nightclubs on Mars!
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Our lives are far better tensed here
for now instant of effort shows how
we waltz the wrestle of men
rather than rolling around
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If love were like an apple
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