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Poems in E
by
Douglas L. Simmons
Copyright © 2005 by Douglas L. Simmons
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Echoes
Beneath a mountain in a valley,
in a graveyard on a tombstone,
phrases uttered now are written.
In mist laden airs resounding,
from off mountain walls rebounding,
echo 'round his bones.
Doug L.
Hammond, Indiana
1969
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End
Standing alone,
tall crystal towers,
reaching
for the star pierced sky
above the empty, rusted ruins,
of a world.
Once was life
struggling to live.
Spreading from continent to continent,
changing the globe that spawned it;
building towers of steel and stone.
Immortal structures.
Still.
The race that raised these spires,
mortal, passed beyond.
Left, their best, in hopes
someone will see.
The city stands alone.
Twilight falls
at worlds end.
Doug L.
Hammond, Indiana
1968
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Ever Sing
Won't you be my ever sing,
and that would bring,
everything, so true?
I would go against the world
and shake it down
on every crown I knew,
if it could lead me
near to you.
Love will be a fated thing
and every scheme to bring the rain
will not leave it blue.
This is only one more song
strung along, the same old line
and won't define the world.
And you, girl, and you
leave me standing in your pain,
and handing out the programs again,
like the same old shows we used to play.
There is no name that I can frame
to say the way it grows
to be the beauty that poets used to see.
Won't you take another line,
and sing your mind up to the time we grew?
Shakespeare wrote his verse and rhyme,
and (I guess like mine)
spoke his heart beyond his time.
His gifts of sadness understanding,
and not demanding any other dreams,
were written to be, the same as me...
...to you.
Won't you give another line, another note,
the ones you wrote when all you are finding
was not binding you?
When your heart knew the part it beat,
and you were no repeat.
And then so fleet to flash away,
and echoes pay their homage back to you.
Now that will come to pass away too,
but it all bridges back to you,
that is the way that most songs do.
When the chorus is done
the theme will run on through.
If we were to ever sing
would it bring anything to you?
Doug L.
November, 12 1973
Mainz, Germany
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