Glen Martin Fitch
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Glen Martin Fitch Poems
In great dismay you came. 'Look! I've been bit! ' 'You play with serpents, friend. The charmer charmed.'
The faces stare out chiseled proud and bold with polished cheeks, their character defined.
BALLAD OF THE FALL OF TROY
I learned this ballad in my youth. Perhaps the tale will bring you joy. Our elders tell our people of The Fall of Troy.
Just like a child I always long to be with you and when I'm not
THE TRUE TEST or OUR SECOND DATE
We'll enter an arena of delight to satisfy a primal need. But while excited, yet, my love,
A NEW YEARS DAY POEM
To day's the day I back up all my files and sort my folders, empty out my trash,
CUPIDITAS AND CARITAS
At dusk the city's restless crowd begins to thin into a park, or
I envy them. I watch them serve, receive. The forehand, backspin, smash, each smacked with care.
LORE OF THE BANSHEE
What gives good luck? What should I gently pluck? The cherry and the Clover and the...O
I miss their greasy feel, their subtle scent. In my hot fists, they jostled,
TO A NEW FRIEND
Now everything is cool. We're at that stage when trust, respect feel sure. We sense a link in struggle,
Some driver cut me off in my commute. I swore. At work I told a friend
ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
Braccae Tuae A Periuntur Ya, this is really awkward I confess.
AN 'ELEGY' FOR IRONY
Sharp trickster, how we loved to watch you tie our muddled minds into a knotted maze.
Comments about Glen Martin Fitch
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
In great dismay you came.
'Look! I've been bit! '
'You play with serpents, friend.
The charmer charmed.'
Distressed, you cried out,
flailing in a fit,
till shock set in.
At that I grew alarmed.
I'm scouting trained.
My friendship I can prove.
I lanced your wound
and sucked and spat
and sucked and spat again,
the deadly poison to remove.
I saved your life,
so why do I feel fucked?
And even then I thought,
I can't ignore I risk this venom
getting in my veins.
And what's in this for me
for all my pains? ...