Leland D'Elormie

Ladies, Ladies,
Please...
For Our Lady's virtue,
Be as she: incomparable,
...

Anything but love is yours to have,
Yours to hold and cherish 'til you die,
Take my life, my money, memories,
Or anything you think would satisfy,
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I'll be a cold refraction,
The backside of the race,
And turn to show my backside,
When it has turned its face.
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The witches walk the woods tonight,
Through amber waves of evening light,
Through barren hollows in the fog,
Past village windows shut up tight.
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In this gray room,
On this gray floor,
Sit fifty statues,
Maybe more.
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September was hot when the carnival came,
The stands were all packed at the home-field game,
The lights in the night were like so many dreams,
That burst when they broke on the bonfire flame.
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Pockets of heaven,
Often hold,
Fantastic treasures,
I can tell of one.
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They marched in August,
Two by two and side by side,
And all they met they trampled in a heavy stride,
And all they feared they fought with shining badger's teeth,
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Love, you must remember,
Where we met, when we met,
In the forest in September,
Tell me you did not forget.
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Why not 'and'?
'Why not three and one? ' we ask,
Why not dog and not dog?
Why not P and not P?
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Too much faith makes for too big a rush,
But doubt ruins all with a skeptical flush,
The more one waits, the more one hears,
Of anger, frustration and 5 more years,
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To the beautiful nothing,
Let me expire,
Let me fly from the world,
Let me slip from the wire,
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Slender, sharp and jagged Jill,
Always made Rowena laugh,
Always primed her for the kill,
A chisel for the epitaph,
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How like the vulture is the presence of your shadow?
Circling our small village,
It rests on the innocent huddled in the clapboard hall.
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So many never see,
The you beneath the mask,
Assuming you are fine,
They never stop to ask,
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1 is 1 in every age,
And none is none; apart from 1.

'But what's the difference? ' asks the sage,
'The job's complete and never done.'
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We gather here today at this,
Most holy hour before God's flock,
To join these two in wedded bliss,
This coffin and this cuckoo clock.
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While stumbling through the wooded wild,
Where the carrion waste of the world is piled,
I shortly found a hidden cave,
Which shelter from the wasteland gave,
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In the hoggy, woggy hollows,
Of the clappy, happy frogies,
By the frondy, pondy shallows,
On the soggy, boggy loggies,
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A little girl was walking through the briar,
Where fat new-fallen snowflakes came to rest,
On thorny vines of twisted winter wire,
Where every pear tree was a partridge nest,
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