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Stephen Wylie Poems
There are two times in history, Before Hendrix and after. In a time of dull conformity, Jimi came and set us free:
Taking The Cemetery Short-Cut On A Damp ...
Cool rain brings freshness. Tall stones glisten. Pattering leaves above. I wait beneath the canopy,
A Guilty Pleasure
How smoothly I swoop across a land Haunted by mist. Green and brown flow swiftly past, An eerie dream of freedom.
Slowly winter's darkness lessens, Solstice gloom abates; As it does our spirit freshens, Attains enlivened states.
Tea And Harmony
Why do we sit drinking tea? Is it really good for me? Hired men of science make grand claims, But profit is their actual aim.
Winter In High Latitudes
Villanelle From Hell
We've no cause for celebration, For surely you can see, We're a messed-up kind of nation.
The West's leaders sat and watched on TV as Ebola slowly took deadly grip. Little action was taken as things fell apart; a few may have cancelled that Africa trip.
World Cup Fever Till The End Of The Worl...
Will England win the World Cup before this planet's time is up? Will they hoist red, white and blue; or stay forever green
Spring Is Late
This spring-time snow Has a curious glow. It's unusually bright For a landscape so white,
The Red Planet
The planet's red, And very dead; It's air so thin It's barely there.
I wandered lonely as a cloud, Into the kitchen where I saw My flowers looking none too proud; Especially my daffodils.
Sanity And Insanity
It's not the madness of the mad Which does resources drain; The thing that causes havoc Is the folly of the sane.
Attenborough Nature Park
The River Trent is wide and deep, Its swirling waters secrets keep. Who knows what lies down in the ooze, Below the turgid murky flows.
Comments about Stephen Wylie
There are two times in history,
Before Hendrix and after.
In a time of dull conformity,
Jimi came and set us free:
Banishing the black and grey,
The discipline that overstayed
World War Two's necessity.
He blew the war's cobwebs away,
Restored the colours we had lost,
In a glowing rock glasnost;
Helped us articulate our dreams,
Reduced the flow of silent screams.