Treasure Island

Lewis Eron

(July 26,1951 / Englewood, NJ)

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  • Kee Thampi (9/11/2007 12:37:00 AM)

    A real talent poet makes scribble, it may a golden verse..... This man reallly
    worth to say... a inclined one. see what he writes...
    When the sun is swallowed by the moon
    And nature plays a snazzy new tune
    In the time of the birth
    Of a brand new heaven
    And a renewed earth

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Mother Sarah - A Sonnet

Sarah runs races round and round the home’s halls
Ricocheting back and forth, searching for folks not here
To me, invisible, but seen by her far better I fear
Than she sees me. Now tripping, slipping over my foot, she falls
On Marvin’s empty lap who curses her as she calls
To her pappy or brother or asks Marv for a beer
Or a wet, sloppy kiss or ice-cream, chocolate perhaps, to clear
Her mind. Up she stands. Stepping like wind dancing beach balls
She tumbles in her chair and turns and

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