Robert Graves Jr
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Robert Graves Jr Poems
He turned away from his lifeless prey- It had been so different last night, Vital, animated, her scent Stirring his primal sap.
I spied her, hot and spicy, And wondered of my fate. This all could be quite dicey; Was too much on my plate?
Life happens so quickly, it seems, That what was could be what one dreams. A snapshot is proof of something that was, But do we feel its touch because
Celebrating my 60th year, Amidst the balloons and kids, Grand kids, friends, neighbors, Cake and ice cream,
Cloistered inside these walls, They were here to do God's work, Expiate their sins.
A Tear For Tim Treadwell
Clutching his teddy bear, He entered the dark woods, Determined to show them That he was a grownup.
I And Poetry
Rhythm, rhyme and me, Mystic trinity- Words march perfectly, End in harmony.
I read that he was sixty-two- so young! I recall when I had first heard the news, Long before my years touched his. I had absolved an old man then,
It's all there in the book, Spelled out page by page, Chapter after chapter- That first ignition by hot glance,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
He turned away from his lifeless prey-
It had been so different last night,
Vital, animated, her scent
Stirring his primal sap.
Now she lay silent, obscene.
Repulsed, he descended to the kitchen,
Received his roommates' greetings.
Forced grin answered knowing smiles.
Later, alone, after taking her home,
He recalled another hunting party
And his father's words:
'Killing for killing's sake is a sin against God.'