Dillon McKenna Poems

If the trees in the forest ceased to grow,
If the rooster in the yard ceased to crow,
If the stars in the heaven ceased to glow,
And in the winter there was no snow.
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Be still, my heart, there is no time for mourning,
Stay well apart, in despair we find a warning,
There is yet hope, and with it love,
The embers smoke, and with them lust.
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I awake, and I am carried forth
On wings that none could see.
To a place on high I am borne,
To sing a song of poesy.
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If by chance I should find a way into your life,
Would you still remember a smothered flame?
Through the years of doubt and strife,
My regret has been my greatest shame.
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There she does lie, in a repose so serene.
Under pallid moonlight, in throes of wild ecstasy,
Wrapped in the silver beams, chasing what wild fantasies?
What great palace on mountain high places this Venus as their rightful queen?
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I have seen the vision of pure beauty,
And heard the strains of perfect harmony,
I have felt the hand of fate guiding me,
And I have tasted the wild honey.
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See that flag of white fluttering in the breeze so proud.
Against the ancient sky, held above a serene and patient crowd.
The soldiers magnificent in mien and dress, their general lifts their hearts with his blazing sword,
Exhortations of honor and pride fill their breasts as they watch the advancing horde.
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The dying of the light casts a doubt
On who is with and who is without.
In the blinding dark it is clear
Whose heart is there and whose is here.
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I saw all life and all creation
Crouched under a fallen tree.
Rapt with lewd fascination,
Watching their world go free.
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