John Bliven Morin

Rookie (September 16th,1936 / New London, CT)

John Bliven Morin Poems

161. Whenever I Dream 6/18/2011
162. Why The Romano - Cartheginian Wars Were Called 'Punic' 6/18/2011
163. Thingie 6/18/2011
164. Words 6/18/2011
165. The News 6/18/2011
166. Roots The Cat 6/18/2011
167. Inflatable 6/19/2011
168. Zombies 6/18/2011
169. An Otterly Silly Verse 6/9/2011
170. Build Me A Heart 6/16/2011
171. Castles Of Glass 6/10/2011
172. The Tree Lady 6/18/2011
173. Mary 6/19/2011
174. Scots 6/18/2011
175. Not A Fish Story 6/19/2011
176. Women 6/18/2011
177. Vacula 6/18/2011
178. The Faerie Feast, Page 2 Of 2 7/8/2011
179. A Sailor I (Part 1 Of 3) 8/21/2013
180. A Sailor I (Part 2 Of 3) 8/21/2013
181. A Sailor I (Part 3 Of 3) 8/21/2013
182. Dragons 8/21/2013
183. Little Grace 8/21/2013
184. Night In The Everglades (Part 1 Of 2) 8/21/2013
185. Night In The Everglades (Part 2 Of 2) 8/21/2013
186. The Evil Elf (Part 1 Of 2) 8/21/2013
187. The Evil Elf (Part 2 Of 2) 8/21/2013
188. The Unicorn (Part 2 Of 2) 8/21/2013
189. The Trooping Faeries 8/21/2013
190. The Last Unicorn 8/21/2013
191. The Searchers (Part 1 Of 2) 8/21/2013
192. The Searchers (Part 2 Of 2) 8/21/2013
193. The Faerie Feast, Page 1 Of 2 7/8/2011
194. Gefilte Fish 6/18/2011
195. The Pirate 6/18/2011
196. Summer Carol 6/18/2011
197. In Memorium: The World Trade Center 6/16/2011
198. Voices, Page 1 Of 2 6/18/2011
199. When The Scarecrows Come Alive 6/16/2011
200. War, In Black And White 6/16/2011

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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 ...

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Ipse Requie

I'd like to die in September,
For die I eventually must,
When Connecticut's leaves, I remember,
Are beginning to turn into rust;
And Coronado's barrier island
Has battled her hurricanes all,
And our home was safe on the high land;
Yes, I'd like to go in the fall.
When the pecans are coming in season

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