Time to set, I set,
Worrying for no morrow
Which, for sure would show
Up, whether I frown or fret,
...
In matters
Of faith and trust,
I wondered
What use is proof.
...
Take any a poem
Of a poet well-known,
Fair chances it'd get read
With a wide spread,
...
This thing called happiness!
Wanting it the most— this beast,
He still knows it the least.
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To embrace poetry abreast
You must dive deep ere reach the crest.
One, happy at the shallow bank
Can't fill his poesy's wide flank;
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Like a gold coin, not just gilded,
I once was a valued asset,
In currency and well traded;
But now, loose change, tolerated
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I oft shooed thee as bird of barest brain,
No, ye do hide behind some talent rare,
Should a rare hand nurture ye to train,
Thine sense of shades I doubt any may share.
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Of nonsensical verse, un-anoint,
A pioneer that lacked not a point.
Poems with no punch line
On verge of asinine,
...
Times are getting dangerously cold
From perennial spring times of the old,
What with locked up church doors
And chilling news that pores,
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You peck and peck at it
Your tired beak in vain,
Come, O pair of sparrows,
Let me the truth of it explain.
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