Ralph Vaughan
Ralph Vaughan Poems
The skull is small, precious, fragile;
It is delicate as a raven’s egg
Fallen from a nest of encircled thorns,
Now half-buried in the loamy swamp,
...
Glittering skeletons, bone-men with fireball eyes,
Slip from out the shadows, dark capes obscuring famous faces
That would be instantly recognized under flickering blue skies,
Lightning-lashed heavens as Quetzalcoatl thrashes
...
The wall is cracked and broken,
Wire atop just coiled rust,
Potentially falling dust
At the touch of brown fingers
...
The djinns are restless in their sandy beds
And fitful in their blue-lit mountain grottoes;
But the always-insomniac urban djinns,
Swilling too-strong coffee and smoking black russian cigarettes,
...
The Doctor escapes the Space Rhino Cops,
But then the sucking octogenarian plasmavore –
Here the grid cracks and fractures,
Spindled folded and mutilated
...
The day of anointing looms as a disc of bronze;
Smoke rises from myriad cities,
Habitations of jackals and fine young cannibals
Who smote the midas merchants at leaping pyres,
...
The Emperor nears the horizon,
The Guide awaits his approach
Scroll in hand,
Dark like river mud;
...
Ralph Vaughan Biography
Writer, poet, artist, historian, editor, book collector.)
The Best Poem Of Ralph Vaughan
Monsters Amongst Us
The skull is small, precious, fragile;
It is delicate as a raven’s egg
Fallen from a nest of encircled thorns,
Now half-buried in the loamy swamp,
Far from the haunts of Man…
But in view of where in life she ran;
One hollow eye peeps playfully through the leaves and rising mist,
Slyly, coyly watchful for a mother’s skulking return;
A daughter’s toothy grin is now calcium grinning toothily,
But only to heaven’s eyes,
For angels cannot turn away.
Cannot escape the Earth’s myriad horrors,
Cannot turn deaf ears to whimpers in the night
Cannot claim the ignorance that is Man’s nature;
How they yearn for hearts of stone!
Basalt clouds vent angry scalding rain,
Flaming tears freighted with karmic ire,
Avenging angels can only rattle and scream,
Just another storm from out the much vexed Atlantic,
With fiery swords slashing, but never making any gain,
No march toward Truth, sacred or profane,
Certainly no victory pyre,
No absolution.
No consummated vengeance,
No justice all around,
No grinning girl with cotton candy dreams;
And, worse of all, not even the Mark of the Beast upon the beast
Who walks away smirking,
And drinks sparkling champagne.
Ralph Vaughan Comments
Ralph Vaughan Popularity
Ralph Vaughan Popularity
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/7/2024 8:37:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
