Zane Gilley Poems

It hung there, dormant stirred by only wind,
A barely twisting nod, the greeting swing.
And armed by one with ivy loose entwined,
It torqued awaiting, someone or something.
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When the proverbial
has become
a sanguine languish,
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The barrels burn the unpaid fines, yesterday's news,
and fast food wrappers, licked clean to warm the fingerless
gloves that stray too close to the fire and too far
from the identity of a brown bag store.
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Erected high on sun white sand
Are fantastic golden castles
Made to order by dreaming architects.
Now we shall dance together
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When johns with shriveled egos come to find
That paid relationships oft further bring
Despair and lonely apathy to mind,
The pricks of love administer their sting.
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A knock on wood is but the courtesy
When police whims suffice to cast their sights
To enter homes with all impunity
Of violated men's defensive rights.
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When each transaction must be written down,
Recorded for perusal by the law,
When people become known by what they own,
Instead of showing others who they are,
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The blood gets curdled, paralyzed by stripe
With feelings delicately played and soothed
By televising horrors - mindless tripe
Enacted by the witless and untoothed.
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When Jefferson his Declaration wrote,
Encircled by the fellowship of friends,
Decrying tyrannies of bloody coat,
The freest men used violence for amends.
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The earth conceals itself from all desires,
As what a man pursues, another flees.
What soothes one's troubled soul, can minds inspire -
Ascending heights or drag them to their knees.
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