When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.
I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.
My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!
Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,
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1.
Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
2.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
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And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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Mellow mango, red gold,
Myriad ways to eat,
Marvel of June smoothies,
Munchable with ice cream.
Mesmerizing pink moon
meets orchard of delight,
Mulberry sun comes soon.
I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.
I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the obscure,
Which had afforded me valued life experience, like that at childhood's detour.
My paths at times were treacherous, like a looming winter, treading so softly;
And that's the way life is, a medley of sunshine bliss, chased by errors costly!
Flamboyant friends favored wild things too, as orchards favor sun and breeze,
......
Vanilla moon of the billion star, milky night,
Peering over luxuriant treetops, evergreen.
Ivory clouds drift away to blues and bright,
On a spicy, pearl night, like none ever seen.
Daisy moon in onyx, all cream and chiffon,
With what loveliness is darkness enhanced.
Its alabaster rays pour upon a snowy swan-
Joy pranced on a path that sun last danced!
Moon
The moon sneaks through the branches
As though the thoughts of my hopes
He sneaks up and is silent.
The night is listless and silent
What does the moon foretell in silence
I hear the heart
Come out and dispel my suspicions
I was an experienced astrologer, for wandering stars held much fascination,
Luring in opal darkness of mystery, like beautiful butterfly transformations.
My days were spent charting pretty planets, alongside of faint, pearly stars,
Interpreting their effects on humans, and on this turquoise world, and Mars.
I studied deep midnight blue skies, along with carnival seasons and weather,
Like purple mountains' study of pretty valley, wrapped in carpets of heather.
Favorite friends were radiant spots in my life, like fast-rising stars of twinkle,
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