Kevin Maroney Poems

Such depression does it bring,
to watch gray shadows high up bring,
through the greater red and yellow,
to such a downheartened fellow.
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Do you think, upon a stool,
A crockety frog a great fool?
The gas bellows in and out,
To such a swelling as to bleat and shout.
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In the moonlight, burning bright,
some foul twist and some bright spite,
something growing wicked on this tree.
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As it went from red to white,
from the war with no end in sight,
an Angel came from sky on leaded wings.
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Across an azure sea gazeth
thee, behold to my triumph.
Peril-wrought on waves unknown,
carried to lands untold,
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The light of first day's dawning,
never more than midnight's awning.
Through the world and land it sees,
before, cruelly ripped into tiding black seas.
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You know not my ambitions,
nor for what I strive -
Tis' not with your creditions
and never, naive
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I see you smiling, grinning with glee,
What are you laughing at,
Poor droll me?
Or maybe just splat,
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There was once a sphere of roundly slpeandor
Which had possessed the world's
knowledge in supply never-ender;
In such ripeness did rest its endless curl
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I admit to some extention,
For my own well-being and self prospection.
I have much to learn and much to heal,
But will not be learned nor taught to heel.
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