Samuel I Moth : Writing

No. 35

No. 35

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


Long ago, when the castle yards were green With ivy abreast the archways of stone, When the westerly moats ran healthy and high, As all the king&..
Let There Be Poets

Let There Be Poets

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


And God said 'Let there be poets, and there came wild buzzards from North,fowl toes clutching mats and megaphones, philosophy of hawk, crow, zen,heavi..
Commendam

Commendam

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


What of civilizationSay these wretched hollow shrillsSay these goat-haired grunts to the noosing hillsSay the black-bird's worm to the ole chopping bi..
Age

Age

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


Turning gray overnight is the way men age. The chasm grows wider, 'n smaller th' cage. ..
Poem 34

Poem 34

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


The rainy cloudy climes that crest in November will pass, the crawling winter ice will thaw and be gone..
Face of the Bum

Face of the Bum

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


I'm tired of striving. No more striving. Not anymore. There is too much to do Like taking out the trash. ..
Skirmish

Skirmish

A Poem by Samuel I Moth


Muster to the North at two yelled the sergeant major all the way through as a private limped past on a leg..

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