The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Roger Fogelman
ExoPhrenon (meaning out of one's mind)The crooked mind is expensive like a golden snake And is self-conscious to the nth degree But reveals itself in the lowliest And, needful of help, Frightened of itself Dies in the hard street Due to quarrel with society Comfort ye, comfort ye my people God knows what you do not Why you undergo yours and others not And why you cry leaden tears For which God should apologize Poor venomous wretch And all in all that is all to say. Sheilagh MacConochie Sheilagh sit with me awhile. Soft the night with a smile Like a butterfly fluttering Let us see what love can bring You were never a coy flirt And meant no one any hurt You were firm and you were fine As the blossoms of the trumpet vine Sweet words enumerated single file Sheilagh sit with me awhile Sheilagh you were my destiny My bashert—it was meant to be But I was exceeding nice So I lost my pearl of price Sheilagh sit with me awhile Sweet the night and with a smile Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |