Stephen Wylie

There are two times in history,
Before Hendrix and after.
In a time of dull conformity,
Jimi came and set us free:
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How smoothly I swoop across a land
Haunted by mist.
Green and brown flow swiftly past,
An eerie dream of freedom.
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Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy,
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Who wants to get high?
For the promise of high
Contains a lie.
For every high
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Slowly winter's darkness lessens,
Solstice gloom abates;
As it does our spirit freshens,
Attains enlivened states.
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Does Spirit flow from out to in,
Or lies it always deep within?
I'm not sure that I really care,
So long as it dispels despair.
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We've no cause for celebration,
For surely you can see,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.
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The West's leaders sat and watched on TV
as Ebola slowly took deadly grip.
Little action was taken as things fell apart;
a few may have cancelled that Africa trip.
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Will England win the World Cup
before this planet's time is up?
Will they hoist red, white and blue;
or stay forever green
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This spring-time snow
Has a curious glow.
It's unusually bright
For a landscape so white,
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The planet's red,
And very dead;
It's air so thin
It's barely there.
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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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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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On a long dark Russian winter's night,
Two men have settled in
To drink and set the world to rights.
They drink so much that it's a sin.
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I try to mind my finest words,
But they won't come to me at all;
They are quite lost beyond recall.
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The smokers stand in pouring rain,
No cool act can disguise their pain.
What compensation can they gain
For cold, and passerby's disdain?
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What a good wordsmith you are,
Best poet of them all by far.
I wish I had your fluent ease,
And could create fine rhymes that please.
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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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