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In the Humor of a Bard
By Paul Hall, May, 1986, Brisbane, Australia.
Of endless repetition
I find not one small line.
For character is written
as passages recline
into a timeless wonder
Of grace beyond content
we're suffering deprivations
never wasted
were well spent
And now the rhythm's pondered
into the metered line
and remittance is forgotten
for statements that will rhyme.
For beyond the shabby hallways
of forgotten old hotels
where rooms connect like fortresses
is where the poet dwells.
To give the world an utterance
all in a sentence fair.
And agonies and destinies
the slave will thus declare.
Who, never paid for his research,
could see beyond all time
and in the humor of a bard
could bring it back in rhyme.
And now the rhythm's pondered
into the metered line
and remittance is forgotten
for statements that will rhyme.
For beyond the shabby hallways
of forgotten old hotels
where rooms connect like fortresses
is where the poet dwells.
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(c) 1988 by Paul Hall. All rights reserved.
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