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VERNON WARING : The Universe Tilts & other poems Poem About A Famous Poem
Fleas
My Last Poem

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Poem About A Famous Poem

Who wrote these famous lines? I know. His name is Frost. How apropos! The poem has woods and a lake, A farmhouse, horse, and falling snow. There's also a harness bells' shake, A sweep of wind, and downy flake. Though some say symbols do abound, Frost wrote it for remembrance sake. His rhyme scheme's difficult yet sound. How he labored to put it down - A work with a majestic sweep, Simple, yet so deeply profound. The final words are very deep. They speak of promises to keep, And a journey that will end in sleep, And a journey that will end in sleep.

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Fleas

I hope that I shall never see An awful dreaded irksome flea, A flea that feasts on helpless pets And makes them scratch and moan and fret, A flea that frolics on a lawn Plotting mischief from dusk till dawn, A cruel wingless menacing foe Whose only joy is spreading woe. I wish that one day I would see A fleeting fleeing of the flea; Trillions of them blissful at play In a galaxy far far away.

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My Last Poem

My last poem is here shivering in the wings of pop culture There's no death in it no sadness no Dickensian heartache There's no old man searching for God's approval and no young man hungry for the jazz of life I'm only ready now for sleep anyway sleep that beckons on some hazy horizon My eyes shutting out light My breathing labored My fingers too weary to hold a pen I hear my muse urging me to surrender to the lure of slumber She's telling me this is not my last poem and sings me to sleep on this soulless April night




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