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Glenn Bagshaw's Second Course
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Three more poems by Glenn Bagshaw recited by Dawn Sinclair. Accompanying music: Colour Me Happy composed and performed by Andrew Foyston
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Podcasts Poetry
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Peak #98
Peak in subgenre #24
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Glenn Bagshaw/Andrew Foyston
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Glenn Bagshaw/Andrew Foyston
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May 03, 2007
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:48
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6. Existence; It's A Pity Forlorn the mop that's always mired in mess; it craves for clean as moon-crazed moths love light; let's mourn the jumping jar-hemmed frogs sealed tight, the mists that cry and cling but miss caress; brewed schemes that turn from froth to flat in bars. the want for more made poor! Beans will obsess they're caviar; straw frets to thread guitars; for sorrow's low no tiptoes- grasps for yes: each sigh that slightly fills what yell has said. a vain girl's ghost that mirrors give the air; and holely moles-some blind faith prays they'll see- the hand-chilled lonely, wild in white to wed; and twigs that would be wood late czars must wear. Our griefs seem brief. Each leafs that single tree. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7. LITERALLY 'We've known each other so very long, perhaps we should now be mated.' Shyly she said, 'Perhaps in bed, it's time for-' 'Sex? ? ' he ejaculated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 8. Morning's Door I see the violent fist of bees That swarm as single entity. I hear the birds-sky-souls in voice- Note stuck-up bats that have no choice. Next bears with their full-forward girth; Hear worms cheer death within the earth. And flowers close each dew-run cup When time gone down is called time up. Then all the stars tie strings on night And skein may wink, all blinks are white- Gold grasp of dawn; again begin Or sin this Eden, don't go in…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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