James Green Poems

The Holy Virgin


The time has…has come the time of death,
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Next to the cob webs, were my candle-sticks, a blaze,
Outside my window, the moon burnt; aglaze;
I wondered if forever, shall disappear the moon?
And would we be wrapped in an eternal noon?
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Behind the bush lay the little black buck,
A venomous arrow, in his heart was stuck;
From behind a tree had shot the hunter,
Had his eyes set on the buck; the dirty predator.
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On a cold winter night, it did snow,
Where the sword into the earth did sow,
A strange essence was carried in the air-
Scent of a battle not played fair;
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The parrot pecked on the little Red apple,
As he wondered on, how tasted the sugar of maple?
He thought if it would as precious and sweet,
But was sure, its taste would make him tweet.
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With heavy eyes I stared down at the book
Reading through every corner and nook
Of every word and each and every letter,
Trying to read something that would help me understand their creator.
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The pile of books separated the two of us,
One had a heavy heart and the other, over it was making a fuss.
One was sad thinking he was bad,
The other was trying to tell him he was mad,
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“I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all” shouted a man,
Not knowing past what he had just ran.
“He’s seen it all, he’s seen it all” shouted another one,
I asked, “Then do tell me past what he did run? ”
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I felt no fear as the sword was drawn,
And I knew not if after that moment I would live on?
I stood with my eyes filled with blood-
Blood-with what the sea did flood,
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The list of names in my hand made me go mad,
Poets they were, yet all a merry lad;
Candles and logs they had steadily burnt,
And their wax and soot was now intensively learnt.
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