Johann Wolfgang von Goethe : 'on rhyming'
WENDY L. HAMMOND : Holy, Holy? ...War
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The Oldies 'on rhyming' Holy, Holy? ...War  
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The Oldies
Fred Astaire dances below my nose on a mirror. That is my breath. I am alive. He is as graceful as Sonya Heney skating. There is something about the past that is graceful. Figure eights are embedded in the local rinks And ice is cool like daddy-o. I watch the classics so that I become formal as dinner At eight. I cancered with Humphrey Bogart. He smoked too much. I tripped out of the saddle with John Wayne. He smoked too much too. But who would have the courage to tell him? You have to let men die in their proper proportions With their own grace. I don't like to give advice. I generally like Darjeeling tea with my little sandwiches.
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The Oldies 'on rhyming' Holy, Holy? ...War  
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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
'on rhyming'
from Faust Part I, Scene VI. "The Monkeys' Dialogue" If we are in luck and if it rhymes as ought; well, then we have a thought.
Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato


The Oldies 'on rhyming' Holy, Holy? ...War  
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Holy, Holy? ...War
Light cracks and smoke peels away the sky A wake-up call on Tuesday Mid-flight Manhattan Somewhere between one destination And retaliation toward human-kind Two planes strike A collision with twin towers A kamikaze, suicide mission Our symbols of power and strength fall, side by side One-hundred-ten stories - Decapitated before our eyes Incapacitated, We choke at the sight Fear for each life, and cry Run in all directions Poke each other to see if we're breathing Glue ourselves to the radio, the TV Shocked and seething America stands still Like her statue of liberty As all our nationalities Form one kind One state of the mind - United, we are more They call this A Holy war - This is evil's hatred And its disciples fighting There's no terror hiding Anywhere, in any cave That can conquer The land of the free And the home of the brave
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The Oldies 'on rhyming' Holy, Holy? ...War
The Oldies TOP  The Oldies   DAVID LAWRENCE  .comment1
'on rhyming' MID   'on rhyming'   Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,  . If you miss the point of the "Monkey's dialog' click twice on SARCASM.
Holy, Holy? ...War] BTM  Holy, Holy? ...War   WENDY L. HAMMOND  .comment3 free counters
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