Stephen Wylie Poems

There are two times in history,
Before Hendrix and after.
In a time of dull conformity,
Jimi came and set us free:
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How smoothly I swoop across a land
Haunted by mist.
Green and brown flow swiftly past,
An eerie dream of freedom.
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Cool rain brings freshness.
Tall stones glisten.
Pattering leaves above.
I wait beneath the canopy,
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Who wants to get high?
For the promise of high
Contains a lie.
For every high
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Slowly winter's darkness lessens,
Solstice gloom abates;
As it does our spirit freshens,
Attains enlivened states.
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We've no cause for celebration,
For surely you can see,
We're a messed-up kind of nation.
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The West's leaders sat and watched on TV
as Ebola slowly took deadly grip.
Little action was taken as things fell apart;
a few may have cancelled that Africa trip.
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Will England win the World Cup
before this planet's time is up?
Will they hoist red, white and blue;
or stay forever green
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The planet's red,
And very dead;
It's air so thin
It's barely there.
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This spring-time snow
Has a curious glow.
It's unusually bright
For a landscape so white,
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