Troy Younts Poems
- Love's Withdrawal A skillfully loosed dart flies from my ...
- The Ache Right now I have only this ache in place of a ...
- Beautiful Alien The human genome machine betrayed me. It ...
- Two Fifties And A Tomato Cart Two.50 calibre rounds destroyed...
- The Sorceress I watched a painter at her work dipping and ...
- Ghostly But Not Undead This world does not mean what you ...
Troy Younts, firstborn of three boys, entered the world via the rural landscape of Oklahoma two years before the Summer of Love. He watched the moon walk and the fall of Saigon on televison and wanted to be an astronaut. As a daydreamer gifted with a powerful imagination, Troy was enrapture by poetry at an early age by the works of Percy Byce Shelley, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Walt Whitman Emily Dikinson, John Keats, Lord Byron and Robert Frost. He discovered the Beats late in life and was thrilled will their emancipation of the poetic art. Adding Ginsberg, Kerouac, Ferlinghetti, Dianne Di Prima, Amiri Barakka and others to his favorites, he began to practice the ... more »
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A skillfully loosed dart
flies from my bow-strung tongue
straight through your heart.
More sure than Cupid's arrow long ago
this one strikes a vile, mortal blow.
I watch you fold and wither
like a rose assailed by winter unforetold.
Surprised, as a knave that slays
the scarlet breasted songbird of spring
yet, unmoved by the death of an innocent thing,
aloof, a fool, unwittingly a tool
in the hands of all dark, mean-spirited things,
I stand by and watch our Love die.
Where is Remorse?
Where Regret at the death
of gladness in ...