Doug Blair Poems

Eighteen years stooped over

Like a bowing fern
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When I think of the choice
That you made before the world
In the portals of Glory, answered “yes”.
I am moved at the centre
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Mine eyes run down with waters

I see the judgment come
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We take the barbs

And try to keep on smiling
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Beside Oneself
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Sound Hope in the Bleating

Would to God
I knew the answers
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They seem hopeful
As down the Mount of Olives
You descend.
And this a small part
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In the nineteenth
The singer began
With the heavenlies
God first said many a Jew.
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Sun and moon and magnet
Guide their awesome flight
Winging over mountains
Quiet field by night.
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Last night was a bad one
Her tummy turned and sour
And terror screamed
And then it moaned
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