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  • The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
    Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
    A vast balloon,
    Till it takes off, and sinks upward
    To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.

    The harvest moon has come,
    Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.

    And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

    So people can’t sleep,
    So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
    A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.

    The harvest moon has come!

    And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
    Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
    Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
    Closer and closer like the end of the world.

    Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
    Cry `We are ripe, reap us!’ and the rivers
    Sweat from the melting hills.

  • Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find
    A way to measure out the wind?
    Distinguish all those floods that are
    Mixed in that wat’ry theater,
    And taste thou them as saltless there,
    As in their channel first they were.

    Tell me the people that do keep
    Within the kingdoms of the deep;
    Or fetch me back that cloud again,
    Beshivered into seeds of rain.

    Tell me the motes, dust, sands, and spears
    Of corn, when summer shakes his ears;
    Show me that world of stars, and whence
    They noiseless spill their influence.

    This if thou canst; then show me Him
    That rides the glorious cherubim.

  • I shall not sing a May song.

    A May song should be gay.

    I’ll wait until November
    And sing a song of gray.

    I’ll wait until November
    That is the time for me.

    I’ll go out in the frosty dark
    And sing most terribly.

    And all the little people
    Will stare at me and say,
    “That is the Crazy Woman
    Who would not sing in May.

  • Lore of legend raise
    Gifted poet’s praise
    The creative source
    For poetry’s course
    Solitude inviting
    Recluse for writing
    Pinning away alone
    Set the poet’s tone
    Life of isolation
    Denied recognition
    The myth has last
    Recluse of Amherst cast
    Success later came
    In posthumous fame
    Her poetry is left
    To speak for itself
    As legends grow old
    A story left untold
    By the poetry creation
    Legacy of Emily Dickinson

  • Annie, get your gun
    The legend has begun
    Popularity world wide
    Success was on her side
    Legendary myths twist
    “Little Sure Shot” didn’t miss
    Billed as girl next door
    Audience crowds applaud
    Galloped into the range
    Leaving the sport changed
    The legend had its run
    Annie, put away your gun

  • Walt Whitman’s desire
    Long Island inspired
    Rolling lines of poetry
    Island’s coastal sea
    Founder to compress
    Long Islander Press
    Homily of life then
    Scenic poems penned
    Montauk’s sharks pass
    Shades of “Leaves of Grass”
    Long Island befit
    Making of a poet

  • So, we’ll go no more a-roving

    So late into the night,

    Though the heart be still as loving,

    And the moon be still as bright.

    For the sword outwears its sheath,

    And the soul wears out the breast,

    And the heart must pause to breathe,

    And love itself have rest.

    Though the night was made for loving,

    And the day returns too soon,

    Yet we’ll go no more a-roving

    By the light of the moon.

  • We are the hollow men
    We are the stuffed men
    Leaning together
    Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
    Our dried voices, when
    We whisper together
    Are quiet and meaningless
    As wind in dry grass
    Or rats’ feet over broken glass
    In our dry cellar

    Shape without form, shade without colour,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

    Those who have crossed
    With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
    Remember us-if at all-not as lost
    Violent souls, but only
    As the hollow menThe stuffed men.

  • Strange, when people speaks truth.
    Especially around selected group.
    And the truth gets out to the public.
    They always claims, they misinterpreted

    Famous people, misinterpreted.
    Of course, the politicians constantly states this.
    Until the story becomes true.
    Then their reputation is used to hold up the honors of them.

    We, know somewhere?
    They spoke honesty.
    Which is always leaked.

    Even showcasing many as bigots.
    Which you can see by the friends they keep.

    Until the news exposed them.
    Then they misinterpreted again.
    Darn!-when will this excuse ever end?