Glenn Bagshaw

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Glenn Bagshaw Poems

81. For Dawn-Founder Of A Poetry Workshop Internet Site 1/3/2007
82. At Eight Years Of Age 3/23/2007
83. Triolet: Heard On The Corner 3/4/2010
84. Triolet: Unseen View From The Bar Stool 3/4/2010
85. Triolet; What She Said At The Corner 3/4/2010
86. Go Fly A Kite 3/5/2010
87. Fading Out 3/6/2010
88. Dream Girl 3/22/2010
89. Birds 8/20/2005
90. Winter Walk 8/28/2005
91. Under Construction 5/23/2010
92. Certain Things Are Created In Beauty, Over And Over... 9/26/2005
93. One Day At The Apartment 10/7/2005
94. Triolet: It Got Away 5/26/2010
95. Kentucky Fried Love Poem: Reseedin' Eden 6/7/2010
96. Making The Cut 6/7/2010
97. January As Poet-Lover 1/21/2006
98. The Pews That Seem To Sing 8/7/2010
99. Mirror, Mirror, You Should Fall 6/21/2006
100. Epigram 8/9/2010
101. Triolet: An Orphan 6/25/2006
102. Time's Up 6/25/2006
103. Biology 101: Two Lovers+one Frog (Triolet) 6/27/2006
104. Why Not To Read About Mind-Body Dualism! 6/29/2006
105. Pair Bonding And Other Tortures 8/7/2006
106. They Meet After Many Years 8/7/2006
107. The Truth? Add And Divide By Two 8/18/2006
108. The Word-Avoid The Third 8/18/2006
109. Life By Birds 8/18/2006
110. Morning's Door 8/20/2006
111. The Toasting Ghost 9/2/2006
112. Icarus Changes Hobbies 9/3/2006
113. Thus We Stay... 9/15/2006
114. Time- The Jerk 9/23/2006
115. Triolet's Turn For The Worse 9/28/2006
116. When Hot Is Not! 11/2/2006
117. Yes, My Poems Finished Last... 11/5/2006
118. Human Beings And Other Agonies Of Existence 11/19/2006
119. November 22,2006. 11/25/2006
120. Spider Legs Considered 4/4/2007

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Afternoon In Summer

Cloud-popping, blue-raved summer sky
with light stuck out like a tongue:
you're the gorgon's gaze
to a warm, dry earth
charmed almost stone.
For voice the sweeping laugh
of wind's your way.
Even the morning-marvelling birds
are almost crazed in the bright wideness
of your tuned world.
They cry the sun-thrilled call of:
Sky! Sky! Sky!
Wings fling in tree-tipped reach of vaulted runs
sun-dialed in time-
Inches the touch of thrifty night-
and, with thumb smudged in shadows,
snuffs out the light.

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Rain Lyrics

The rain stays wet
Yet
The sky is dry
Why?


Sky's simply dry
snug in rain's spaces.

I ask this: why
rain's where the face is?

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