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Zeno Zeno is hooray still back there that's his toga you see not Aristotle's or Plato's and it doesn't matter that Mr. Peirce called him silly and theoretically speaking took a couple of shots at him and who cares that Mr. Russel said aw hell finite endings to infinite series explains it easy that almost got him but no that's Zeno still Zeno back there pacing soft summer breezes along and listen you can hear his old sandles chunk chunk chunking way up here in the twenty-first century. Don Emigh, © 2004 A Sunrise He touched with gold the city where Tall buildings stood-- The columns and the monuments. But that was six o'clock. Don Emigh, © 2004 November November. Where the summer went, God knows. But here it is November, And a cold red sun goes down. Don Emigh, © 2004 Love Came to Him Love came to him in his old age, Love came to him at last. But he had been dulled by Time--he was dull. Love hesitated a moment, then moved on. Don Emigh, © 2004 Tucumcari I did not witness hesitant persuasion, Delicate in the east, But rather a convincing demonstration Of how to waken every sleeping beast. Don Emigh, © 2004 Leaves Leaves fell from the tree Reluctant to the ground. Strange how soft they died-- Died without a sound. But now their drying bones Whisper on the walk. Like tragic ghosts, they are Now compelled to talk. Whisper on, you ghosts, Of a springtime spent, Of a summer past, Of a life that went. Don Emigh, © 2004 Moses Recently I was up on the mountain Just trying again to remember What it was to be tired and cold. I climbed through sunshine and fog on the mountain. At a moderate height as I rounded a rock There on the ground I saw it-- A message held from the wind by a stone And scrawled in the old familiar hand. Message? It was but several words That were preachy, unmodern and trying. But allow me to read these embarrassing words. It won't take long. They appear to be Especially edited for this age. And with your courtesy please allow My usual admonition to Ignore them at mortal risk, or worse: Without love, all progress is a curse. Don Emigh, © 2004 |
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