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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Renewed sunlight rebirthing green array,
Above, below - The heated life is brought
To vibrant hues in March, April, and May
Upon which youthful eyes in verdance caught.
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Angular tightening Nova
of strings swarming
on the horizon
of knotting.
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Fires of Olympia
dormant
by smoky torrents
of acridity.
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Dark clouds glitter
through the cold
soaked schools of glimmering
pensiveness broken only by fears
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Humidity
drips
over the fathomed cliff
with dew meeting on the points
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The high commanded march - a fearful sight!
His patriotic youth with soiled salute
And twisted fortune's wheel - Blood, Pure, and Night -
The self consuming drakes beneath jackboot.
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He shot a round through the hand of God
To save the world from all the infidels,
But what he got was violence and jihad,
And left the earth quite full of living hells.
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Four score were gathered, tested by anthrax.
They, after bombs exploded, died awhile -
Mistaken reasonings to stay the pax.
Near fifty years did pass before secured
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The silver laid aside the golden trays,
Exotic culinary art prepared
By master chef - His food, the highest praise!
The feast of kings and men, with nothing spared!
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