John Bliven Morin Poems

67131The Day

The heat is oppressing, coming in waves,
and with it, the dust which blows as hot
as the summer wind which carries it.
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Eventually, Odysseus, with the Fates,
Devized a way to breach the gates
Of Troy by means of a wooden horse,
Full of warriors, or course;
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When they crossed an orange with a tangerine long ago,
They wisely called the resultant new fruit a “tangelo.”
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The forest doves are quiet now;
Far down the hill, a dog barks in the darkness,
And the long dark forms of mountain-pigs
Pass through the tall Ti plants in the stillness.
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The outhouse, the backhouse, the privy, the john,
Whatever you call it, we all sat upon;
With spiders above and flies down below,
That's where you went when you had to go;
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Please do yourself a healthy boone;
Avoid McNasty’s Greasy Spoon!
Enter with care for the approach is
Covered with garbage, ants and roaches!
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We loved playing in the attic,
My Sister Sue and me;
It was our childhood pastime
When the rain came down, you see.
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I left your helmet on your rifle, Bill,
Stuck in the ground where you fell today;
We had to dig in further up the beach.
I didn’t know how long you’d have to stay.
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Bill Bowditch saw a unicorn
on the day his child was born;
'Twas on his way from work that day,
his wife was in the family way.
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See! The hornèd moon arises,
See the mists upon the land;
Soon the twin fires will be lighted,
Here I stand.
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