John Bliven Morin
John Bliven Morin Poems
|201.||Hina (Hawai'Ian Moon Goddess)||6/16/2011|
|203.||Daedalus And Icarus, Page 2 Of 2||6/10/2011|
|204.||The Yellow Shawl, Page 1 Of 2||6/16/2011|
|206.||Ode To The Privy||6/19/2011|
|207.||Mcnasty's Greasy Spoon Restaurant||6/19/2011|
|208.||A Victorian Attic, Page 1 Of 2||6/10/2011|
|209.||Requiem On Omaha Beach||5/30/2011|
|211.||The Unicorn (Part 1 Of 2)||8/21/2013|
|212.||The Trojan War In A Nutshell, Page 3 Of 3||6/18/2011|
|213.||Reflections On Genetic Engineering||6/18/2011|
|214.||The Standing Stones||6/16/2011|
|217.||Masochistic Foods, Sadistic Cook||6/18/2011|
|218.||The Ballad Of Anne Bonny, Page 1 Of 2||6/10/2011|
|219.||The Night Before Samhain||6/16/2011|
|220.||The Tiny Family||8/21/2013|
|221.||The Bear And The Bunny||6/10/2011|
|222.||Ode To Pizza||6/19/2011|
|224.||The Trojan War In A Nutshell, Page 1 Of 3||6/18/2011|
|225.||Daedalus And Icarus, Page 1 Of 2||6/10/2011|
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Daedalus And Icarus, Page 1 Of 2
Daedalus watched the birds on high,
And wished that he could also fly;
But he did more than wish, bright man,
He studied wings and made a plan.
With Icarus, his son and heir,
Gathered feathers everywhere;
Made frames both strong and light,
Working steadily, day and night.
A thousand feathers for each wing,
Attached with wax and sap and string;
Leather straps to hold them tight,
Leather thongs to guide them right.
At last he proudly said, “My son,
With your help, our wings are done
And now we’ve only them to try;
With care, I think ...
The U.S.O. Show
Slowly the mumbling soldiers file
in and sit at the U.S.O.,
Hoping to find a forgotten smile
In the dance and music of the show.
All attending, REMFs and Brass,
Applauding, cheering, laughing hard;
And while they sit there on the grass,
The Grunt is on perimeter guard.