Chords above

 Chords above

On the left hand so soft, sweet the sound

On the right so loud, strong the pound

The pause then the intense play

Who guided little hands that day

Lair of Leviathan

 Lair of Leviathan 

By John Clare Stokes

In the murky mists an uncertain

Disturbing, stirring

Whirling, whirling ever luring

Ancient of years

Source of all fears

Eyes of firing light

Drawing me to the brink

Sinking, sinking into the

Murky mists

The ever stirring, disturbing

Luring me deeper, deeper

Whirling, whirling

Into its terrible allure.

Little Round Top

 Little Round Top

Down the road a bit off Price Creek

No corners for the devil to hide

Now a place where the goats reside

What’s the cliche? If only Billy’s could speak?

Desperate pace

 no matter the pace 

 the ever nearing touch 

 such a desperate race  

the crown of life to clutch

Green riding hood

 Who is that I see walking in these woods... why it's Little Green Riding Hood....Think I ought to walk with you to grandma's home....Cause those wolves gonna smell those brownies shown....

Before

 Before the way fades

Our pathway, once so clear, so evident, fades, we wander, in shadow, in faith of light beyond.

The fear of God

 The Fear Of God

Robert Frost...

If you should rise from Nowhere up to Somewhere,

From being No one up to being Someone,

Be sure to keep repeating to yourself

You owe it to an arbitrary god

Whose mercy to you rather than to others

Won't bear too critical examination.

Stay unassuming. If for lack of license

To wear the uniform of who you are.

You should be tempted to make up for it

In a subordinating look or tone,

Beware of coming too much to the surface

And using for apparel what was meant

To be the curtain of the inmost soul.

The boot

 Idiocy

I do these things periodically 

Like go boot less through

The woods

Leave offerings along the way

Say things that make 

Sensibly sensitive ears burn

Get accused of being cruel

And certainly not funny

It's great 

This idiocy and 

Greater yet

Uncovering 

Idiocy

Lullaby

 The sound of lullaby 

If only you sing

With your voice

I am unable to get

Through

So difficult to

Understand

This lullaby land.

Waltzing with Camellia

 Camellia 

By John Clare 

For no discernible reason I want to swirl

And in a great effort to

maintain control

I stand stoic before this

Dancing girl

And still waltz away within my soul.

The silence of the stars

 My best Acquaintances are those

With Whom I spoke no Word-

The Stars that stated come to Town

Esteemed Me never rude

Although to their Celestial Call

I failed to make reply-

My constant-reverential Face

Sufficient Courtesy.

Emily Dickinson

With Hughes

 Take Your Heaven further on-

This-to Heaven divine Has gone-

Had You earlier blundered in

Possibly, e’en You had seen

An Eternity-put on-

Now-to ring a Door beyond

Is the utmost of Your Hand-

To the Skies-apologize-

Nearer this sufferer polite-

Dressed to meet You-

See-in White!

Emily Dickinson 

With Bob 

ET York