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H. Arlequin
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0 posted 1999-12-17 11:15 PM



        Ever  Eire


In a year when nothing grew,
the sun took a sabbatical.  Few
had heard of the likes, cold fog
by day, gloomy shrouds to sog      
fields by night, a dark soup
from which impossible to recoup
the seeded promise deep within
a rotting bosom.  The empty bin
awaited Hope's barren largesse
in barns emptied by a bad cess
that only Mother Nature knew
if to last forever. As mildew,
(nee peronosporaceae,
odoriferous dank fungal panacea
for a malady know the potato,
dadish, string bean or tomato,
pale apocalyptic death in view),
spread its spores as if to imbue    
a wasting desolation upon green
Galway and of her, such obscene  
memories make that man nor beast
ever again should want to feast        
eyes on that name, save in shame.
From her bosom no life came.


Agony, uniform as the rain before
it, came later, as more and more,
hunger's pinch tightened harder.
Babies cried and died.  A larder
filled to nourish, none could cite
to forestall the reaper of night
visitation, he grim, grotesque.
A bejeweled garden, picturesque,
lovely emerald island in a sea,
herself, acclaimed too blue to be
of earth's poor palette, mortuary
to score upon score, became wary
a benevolent Fate would bestow
new blessings, the land to flow  
with  milk and honey that paradise
promises.  One toss of the dice
later, to herself true, fickle
never, Fate, sheathing her sickle,
divests cattle from heaven's hills
to every man and joyously spills
her proverbial bounty, illusion
so multiplied to dispel confusion
any to be more blessed than Eire,
sweet profusion birthing desire.


        --H. Arlequin
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Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm


© Copyright 1999 H. Arlequin - All Rights Reserved
Elizabeth
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1 posted 1999-12-17 11:25 PM


A story well told, H. Arlequin!

 Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes


Mike
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2 posted 1999-12-18 12:52 PM


Enjoyed very much.
Nan
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3 posted 1999-12-18 09:11 AM


HA - A journey through the recesses of your mind would be quite an intriguing one... From whence do your thoughts emanate????.... Nice job, my friend...
Denise
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4 posted 1999-12-18 03:12 PM


This is one that I loved when I visited your site! Very well done, again, I must say, Mr. Arlequin!  

 Denise



H. Arlequin
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since 1999-08-23
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5 posted 1999-12-22 01:58 PM


Season's greetings,

Elizabeth, Mike, Nan and Denise,
tx for the kind words!!

and to  allll the Passionate Forums,

Happy Holidays!!!!!!

HA

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6 posted 1999-12-22 02:08 PM


Some things are hard to describe, so all I can say is that this is wonderful.

 --A Little Fairy--

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