2007-11-20

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 07:21 am
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being patient

we wait in silence and we hope to win
but what we gain is not what we desire
our aim is high but ought to be still higher

we throw our hopes and failures in the bin
to better things we always must aspire
we wait in silence and we hope to win

to tell the truth has been the greatest sin
its consequences always the most dire
the honest man is ever stuck in mire
we wait in silence and we hope to win

 
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 10:55 am
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interstellar

 all days run down
the beat is loud
and all are cowed
by one small frown
throughout the town
not one who's proud
may stand unbowed
who's not a clown
all that we say
is given shape
by silent ones
we lost the way
each naked ape
under strange suns

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 11:11 am
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and yet and yet

stories all end
republics die
all rulers lie
none is a friend
the downward trend
makes each feel wry
too clear the sky
nothing to send
the double bend
fools every eye
no one is spry
nothing will mend
we just pretend
to laugh and fly
time going by
does not depend
on any speech
by happy folk
or terrorist
beyond our reach
a blasted oak
cannot persist
we try to teach
each noble bloke
who closes fist
upon the beach
the final joke
has an odd twist
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 11:19 am
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indian summer

the sun is too bright
day after day time runs short
indian summer

we blame the clear light
deluding us into port
indian summer

not time yet to fight
settling matters out of court
indian summer

something is not right
but we do not know what sort
indian summer

our hope's not so slight
but it is what we have wrought
indian summer

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 02:51 pm
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A bad day for fascists.

Ian Smith has died. On the same date as Francisco Franco.

It's also the anniversary of the death of José Antonio Primo de Rivera. Truly not a good day for fascists.
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
2007-11-20 08:15 pm
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by no definition

 
all gone all faded past
the stage is empty struck
a fading edge of luck
the first is become last
too soon all will be past
all that is good will suck
and fall deep into muck
the die has now been cast
the moon lies in the east
we're deep here in the shade
the answer will not keep
we can't tell man from beast
not even on parade
too late for us to sleep