I can still see her there in the sunlight. Through the boards covering my windows, there are small streams of light that penetrate the defenses and allow me a chance to see the world outside. The beams brighten my house as best they can, but sometimes they’re like little floodlights trained on my position, challenging me to come outside. Continue reading The Last Ones by John Rabon
I wish to hold you
Oh how I’d love to mold you
Has no one over told you
How perfect you are?
And now you’re acting bold, you
Looks like I have to scold you
Has no one ever told you
How innocent you are?
But come and breathe my gold, you
Its all you could or should do
And simple mind, oh simple mind
How I do love to control you
Simple being, humble man
Do please show me your ways
For centuries I caused displeasure
And my happiness does fray
Oh simple man, honorable plea
The wicked ways did tempt me
For this you did not defend me
Oh simple mind, simple mind; at least you don’t feel empty
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A shrill chill willed wild wind winding through sonorous streets,
Banishing the balmy blanket of covetous clouds.
Gaily gathered gangs of gawkers feasted feats or treats,
Daringly displayed, by drab-dressed members of the crowd.
Wistful listless wanderers, annual spectacle.
There was a man named Drew
Who taught Calculus Three
And his wife Sally Anne Sue
Who taught Geometry
That got married conveniently
They both went by “Doctor”
Teaching at the University
Best wishes, Dr. Hoctor.