Billy Aliff

(Matewan, West Virginia, USA)

Sonnet Xxxviii - Poem by Billy Aliff

Humanity needs to know,
The times tempest blow.
Real greatness grows,
Secret swelling flow.
The sun warms before the dark
Leaving libel open;
Signs from the spark;
Mother earth's oven to start.
Flames relics of the past;
Preludes trouble to come;
Whoever note it right;
Dislikes hum.
When great dislikes prevail,
Good and bad both fail.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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