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March 28, 2006 by stevendedalus
Tell, pray Is there Out there In heaven's bay A story book romance for me alone That every holiday My mind to the snap of the wishbone Would dare? Chorus Out there A story book romance for me alone My mind to the snap of the wishbone Would dare. Do showcase If you please She's with grace And amenities Like flashing eyes to rival Christmas green And ha...
September 19, 2007 by stevendedalus
O Prometheus! Thou spake so well of man That Zeus suspected fraudulent design.                                 He couldn’t know that thou so gently wise Had vision in creation for its own. For Zeus—when usurpation was in vogue— Did abrogate mortal ken like a common rogue By cringing ’top O...
November 26, 2008 by stevendedalus
  As if Eos’ mantle draped the eastern sea, Artemis touched red on Plymouth Bay By raining bloody arrow tips of sorrow On this too salted rock — freedom’s shrine That blunted man’s courageous folly Lashed by tidal current s bent on common rank, And moored freedom’s fragile ship of dreams.   Copyright © 2008 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: Nov 26,  2008. http://stevendedalus.joeuser.com http://www....
September 14, 2008 by stevendedalus
    I was too young for the funeral, but I do remember being in my mom’s arms as she wept for him at the wake in our home. Although I did not experience the same impact his death had on my mom and my older siblings — who had but five years before experienced the death of a baby brother who preceded me— I did have nightmares of the wake; apparently even at the young age of four I was skeptical when told, "Daddy was sleeping." I remember Mom consoling me when I w...
August 19, 2008 by stevendedalus
    Helplessly, delicately, tearfully she toppled from the beam. How penetrating ABCs "Agony of Defeat"! Not in the courage of the loss, but in the ordeal of he who suffers witness from distant bleachers — at a loss to commiserate in the privacy of locked arms. Copyright © 2008 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: Aug 19,  2008. http://stevendedalus.joeuser.com http://www.lulu.com/rrkfinn
August 3, 2008 by stevendedalus
    C aptain Noil and the lord major entered the most popular alehouse at Modos, a city of cutthroats and international scoundrels engaged in underground trade. In fact, the king had scheduled a stop off and planned to deliver a speech promising to rid the town of corruption. The morning of the fateful day, however, he told Noil that he would by-pass the loathsome town to spare the princess’ sensitivity. Noil intuited that the king was being only partly honest: ...