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A Golden Shovel Poem:
We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is great,
Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate,
But the soul is still oracular; amid the market’s din,
List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within,—
“They enslave their children’s children who make compromise with sin.”
–James Russel Lowell–
The Present Crisis
(1845)
Limericks:
It was the twenty seventh day of June
1787 when the tune
Gibbon sang of Rome ended.
Today’s “gays” have befriended
Nero’s cause. They’re like Sporus, his gossoon….
A Monologue:
“WHO AM I?”
THE ERECTION OF A DELUSION
or,
The Delusion of An Erection
DRAMATIS PERSONA:
Confused Teenage Girl.
The teenage girl speaks on the phone with her friend, revealing her state of mind.
CONFUSED TEENAGE GIRL:I have been driven mad, almost mad,
by a question that wont stop sweeping through my mind.
It’s powerful.
“Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?”
An Allegorical Romance:
No sooner than he launched out
he noticed dryness in his mouth.
He grew hungry and ached with thirst
when over a hillside a jangling band burst.
It was a carnival of sorts,
which laughingly fed him.
He hallucinated a hell most grim,
then his eyes grew dim.
Basic Pastoral Poetry:
“Nature speaks truly in the court of Time,
with silent method, reason, and rhyme.
Some see brutal struggle and accident,
while others see symphonious intent. “
NEW PURITAN 