Stephen Wylie Poems

Why do we sit drinking tea?
Is it really good for me?
Hired men of science make grand claims,
But profit is their actual aim.
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I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Into the kitchen where I saw
My flowers looking none too proud;
Especially my daffodils.
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It's not the madness of the mad
Which does resources drain;
The thing that causes havoc
Is the folly of the sane.
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Across the placid water they glide,
Necks long and elegant,
Poised to dip beneath a surface
That's smooth as their unruffled backs,
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I stagger off the sweltering bus,
And enter blessed shade.
Its cool brings soothing respite
From the searing glare.
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How in life to order bring?
Clarity of thought to gain?
Still meditation is the thing,
To wash my mind clear of its pain.
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As I ascend the mist grows thick,
Against the screen its tendrils lick.
I flick on headlights, but still can't see.
It feels like freezing cloud to me,
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I swoop 'cross a land that's glowing strange,
Unlike the world I've come to know;
The normal scope of greens and greys
Filled out by yellow, orange, brown;
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The harshness of the world is there;
It bends our minds towards despair.
Yet since we cannot make things well,
Should we on all this cruelty dwell?
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