Robert Charles Howard Poems

A bell tolled
through the fog at dusk
to summon passage
across the roiling waters.
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Beethoven once said of the cantor of Leipzig
“Not a stream but an ocean.”

Sebastian Bach wove sonic tapestries
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After a grueling but fulfilling spring I'm back trying to smith a few words.

Should I send out messages to all of you with the new titles saying Read ME, Read ME, Read ME NOW Nah! If you read them fine, if not 'live long and prosper' anyway.
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When the arc of the hands of his watch
Reached the top of the hour
Sam pushed the throttle forward.
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A giant pendulum in the cosmos swings
      and galactic pinwheels circle in the aether.
The vernal equinox brings fairer weather
      as gentle rains sire life's new springings.
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Slim and mustached
Jerry sang his heart out
In bib overalls at his lathe –
The Mario Lanza of Kent-Moore Tools.
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High atop the mountain
A boy crouched alone in the vision pit – waiting.
Raising his red stone pipe to the four directions
He sent clouds of willow bark smoke
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Above the caldera at Yellowstone,
a brittle soilrock crust
caps a lake of liquid fire
with only fumaroles of acrid steam
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Life is a cafeteria because

there are too many dishes
for one small tray
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Once again our cat Zoe
has sprawled his persona
across the morning paper.
Being a large and hirsute beast,
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