Lord's chosen Eden was a finest place
Of milk and honey at the golden shores,
There pretty birds, engaged in merry chase,
Sang jolly songs from lofty sycamores;
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MONA LISA
Sonnet by Victor Hudson
All rights reserved
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Do you hate America?
By Victor Hudson ©2016
Do you hate America?
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Another bawdy folk song.
The faint-hearted and women may skip this one.)))))
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Montefiore Vampires
by Victor Hudson
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New Yorkers' March
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(written post-9/11 to be the NYC anthem)
all rights reserved ©2007
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The ballade on JOAN of ARK
By Victor Hudson ©2015
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CAESAR by Victor Hudson ©2014
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Since golden days of legends reigned supreme,
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RHYTHMS & RHYMES
Victor Hudson ©2015
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Shakespeare did write in rhythms and rhymes,
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EXCELSIOR
by Victor Hudson ©2016
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Stupid calls smart a racist.
Lazy calls hardworking a racist.
Socialism calls capitalism racist.
Criminal calls cop a racist.
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The Wall
by Victor Hudson ©2017
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Our countries sell us cheap,
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TRUMP
by Victor Hudson ©2017
Singers - use the tune from 'Jingle Bells'.
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Behold the innocence of youth:
A substance of a purest kind,
A holy grail, a sacred truth,
An essence of a human mind.
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What can one say which was not said and yet The author wrote this verse with no regret.)
Shakespeare
Lord's chosen Eden was a finest place
Of milk and honey at the golden shores,
There pretty birds, engaged in merry chase,
Sang jolly songs from lofty sycamores;
Unlike Old England over northern seas:
Her creatures long abandoned Paradise,
No gaudy palms contested common trees,
Nor mighty peaks upset uncertain skies.
And yet, amidst green meadowlands
Occured a miracle, inspired by divine, -
Shakespeare was born! rejoice, good friends,
And ever wonder, how in no time
He changed this world by poetry alone;
Though bones are dust, his spirit isn't gone.