Etienne Charilaou Poems

I oft assume a beauteous form
with a beauteous soul is allied.
But just as often is this belied.
‘True beauty lies within, ' it's said.
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It all seems so stable
but it's only because we're not able
to see all the forces at work.
Violence and upheaval, chaos, destruction, creation
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A sparkle of laughter like a musical emanation of Joy comes suddenly forth from a group whose upturned faces are lit by a 4-dazzle array of stars - gravitationally bound suns that are partners in a seemingly endless ballet.

A high, cascading waterfall spills thrillingly from a great height;
the nearby forest is speckled with eastward flights of giant butterflies - their iridescent blues shimmer over the green canopy.
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My money's gettin' lower.
I still ain't got no mower.
The grass is gettin' higher,
an' I can't fix the flat tire.
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I see before me a list of great poets - dead.
And sobering, strange thoughts are sped.
For I know that though my name shall not appear,
yet my end-date too draws near.
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Waking up in the prison-house,
more timid than any mouse.
I'm running low on scavenging ground -
the only place where I feel sound.
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I need more energy;
I need more time.
If I can get things done
I know I'll feel fine.
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Austrian viennas…Austrian viennas. (softly)
Austrian viennas…Austrian viennas (softly)
I like Austrian viennas…Austrian viennas.
Have some Austrian viennas…come get your Austrian viennas.
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In wisdom I delight
I find it calms my fright.

A contrary voice can proclaim
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‘Twas the eve of fest;
with all doing their best
to have fun drinking mead and beers,
eating their fill of the meat of deers.
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