Glen Martin Fitch Poems

The faces stare out
chiseled proud and bold
with polished cheeks,
their character defined.
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Just like a child
I always long
to be with you
and when I'm not
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I learned this ballad in my youth.
Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.
Our elders tell our people of
The Fall of Troy.
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The cops will find
two bodies on the floor.
The stabbed one
took awhile to die,
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The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
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Step up and check 'em out.
Oh, don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
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I envy them.
I watch them serve, receive.
The forehand, backspin, smash,
each smacked with care.
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Ideas sprout.
Words shoot out of my pen
like unsown seeds
that never knew a hand
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
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A toddler's life
is wonderful and strange.
From innocence through pain
we come to know
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