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Rondeau Redoublé (and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)
© Dorothy Parker
The same to me are sombre days and gay. Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,Because my dearest love is gone away Within my heart is melancholy night.
Resumé
© Dorothy Parker
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.
What Indians?
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding."
Portrait of a Poet with a Console TV in Hand
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
I bought that TV at John's TVon College Avenue in San Diegoand lugged it all the way homeon the Greyhound bus.
Notes on the Steps of the San Diego Bus Depot
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Across the streetAmerica is putting togetheranother Federal Building.The Wisconsin Horselooks through the chainlink fence.He turns and tells me with his eyes.
A New Story
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Several years ago,I was a patient at the VA hospitalin Ft, Lyons, Colorado
Mid-America Prayer
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Standing againwithin and among all things,Standing with each otheras sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers,daughters and sons, grandmothers and grandfathers --the past and present generations of our people,Standing againwith and among all items of life,the land, rivers, the mountains, plants, animals,all life that is around usthat we are included with,Standing within the circle of the horizon,the day sky and the night sky,the sun, moon, the cycle of seasonsand the earth mother which sustains us,Standing againwith all thingsthat have been in the past,that are in the present,and that will be in the futurewe acknowledge ourselvesto be in a relationship that is responsibleand proper, that is loving and compassionate,for the sake of the land and all people;we ask humbly of the creative forces of lifethat we be given a portionwith which to help ourselves so that our struggleand work will also be creativefor the continuance of life,Standing again, within, among all thingswe ask in all sincerity, for hope, courage, peace,strength, vision, unity and continuance
Making Quiltwork
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Like the coat of many colors, the letters, scraps,all those odds and bits we live by, we have cometo know
Long House Valley Poem
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
the valley is in northeastern Arizona where one of the largest power centers in this hemisphere is being built
Burning River
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
I will tell my son over and over again,"Do not let the rivers burn
Blind Curse
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
You could drive blindfor those two secondsand they would be forever
Song: Yes, Mary Ann, I Freely Grant
© Amelia Opie
Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant, The charms of Henry's eyes I see;But while I gaze, I something want, I want those eyes -- to gaze on me.
A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal
© John Oldham
Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend,I must however his design commendOf fixing in the country: for were IAs free to choose my residence, as he;The Peak, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Land's End,I would prefer to Fleet Street, or the Strand
Where the Brumbies Come to Water
© William Henry Ogilvie
There's a lonely grave half hidden where the blue-grass droops above,And the slab is rough that marks it, but we planted it for love;There's a well-worn saddle hanging in the harness-room at homeAnd a good old stock-horse waiting for the steps that never come;There's a mourning rank of riders closing in on either handO'er the vacant place he left us -- he, the best of all the band,Who is lying cold and silent with his hoarded hopes unwonWhere the brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun
