ShamusDeyo

ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

She's pristine and serene
The queen of caffeine
She hangs out at the breakfast scene
Always smiling
Never Mean
She brings our cream
...............JMF 1995

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ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

PATHS

Paths criss cross
Across the land
like the lines
in the Palm, of
An old man's hand,
Old one grow over
and disappear,
Yet new ones form
year by year.
And the only thing
that remains the same
is the sun and moon
the wind and the rain
...............JMF 1970

Written in the Maryland Woods, near Silver Spring

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ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

The Telephone Pole

In the middle
of the forest
stands the creosote tree
holding high
its branch conversations
...............JMF 1968

An Americn Haiku

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ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

The Inquisition

Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand,
In late afternoon, Playing
Like Old Words against a Memory.
Ethereal Images, of Old masters
Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners
Whose words lie Bate to Silence
...............JMF 1969

I penned this while studying the Spanish Inquisition in high School
In honor of the Free thinkers Martyred for Science

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#the #old #spanish #inquisition #masters #inquisitioners

ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

THE FLAME

This morning rain
It's such a drain,
But a bit of Bright Blond,
Blows by,after the Dawn,
Releasing a Sigh,
Between the Yawns
and yearns for coffee.
As she fills my cup, her Smile
seems to perk me up,
So I drink it Fast
To make sure it Lasts,
That is until the next refill**
...............JMF 1994

This was written for a Waitress who was My muse inspiring me through a Complete Collection of ****** Poetry

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#coffee #muse #waitress

ShamusDeyo Sep 2014

The Cross Street Jungle

Silent Staunch The Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
A Small Boy playing all the Men not in His Life
Forgetting Strife and Daily Deeds
Zones and Bonding, Contract Bidding
A Small Boy, still not too Old
The Cross Street Jungle Bought and Sold
and all thats left.....
Silent Staunch the Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
................JMF 1968

the first poem i ever wrote was inspired by a sight the field of grass i grew up inwith early August Weeds high was interupted by a tall pol a short pole, a tall pole. a short pole in rows like soldiers the electric coop bought it for a Pole yard but that image haunted me and I wrote this in 15 minutes while walking home from the store with bread and Milk

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#first #poem

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