Rob Clarke Poems

Ho! Buffalo brother
How sad and sorry we must look
To these few folk gathered here.
See them push and jostle for a glimpse
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Pharaoh's children played with these
(Roll 'em this way, roll 'em that.)
Down upon sand dusted knees.
(Roll 'em this way, roll 'em that.)
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Cat pounce!
Bird scream!
Daughter comes runnin',
Cries 'Daddy, Daddy
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sun sets, pouring crimson adoration
over the nova scotian snow.
homeward to margaret he goes -
willis, on his homemade wooden sledge,
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Heat hovers above the road,
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Father, father! Tell me, what must I do?
What must I say to be compared with you?
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I'm sitting here with me while
She's lying. There with him,
The healer who won't be healed
Becomes, instead, a martyr and
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when ants put on their small white faces
and prance around in picnic places
they utter not a single word
for antomimes should not be heard.
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A vulgar April moon leers down as
They stand necking carelessly in
The darkened, deserted schoolyard;
Enticing to the universal voyeur
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 Mercurial is my love for you;
Shape shifting apparition blithe.
In state of flux and never still
I dance with step unceasing lithe
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