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Copyright © 1990, 2001 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: May 20, 2002 .

Angel Queen For six centuries, steadily surging from the early darkness, a tiny uncharted island kingdom of the north flourished in isolation, under the divinely endowed leadership of the William Line. {Not to be mistaken for the Norman conqueror.} Nay, this royal line was the true-blooded of Williamland, which was miraculously spared the savage invasions and interruptions of its sister nations struggling for identity in the early medieval period. Free from such early attack it was able to manifest a social structure and sense of justice unrivaled in its time.
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The garden path is now strewn with weathered cherry blossoms.

What wonders once were free?─before Creation collapsed upon itself sucking glorious myths to eternal gasps. from Modest Impressions rrk
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Joan Kennedy

1931-1991

Wails

December's dawn fails.

 Like the shadows tall

 Hover ghetto wails

 Of poverty's thrall

 My life once vibrant pales

 In the horror of Honey's pall.

 

 

Eyes of Green 

Her eyes of Ireland's green

Ignite the time of year.

Her presence under Christmas sheen

Is a gift-wrap too beautiful to shear.


Alas, the cry from death's abyss

Now chokes the seasonal bliss.

Yet my faith in her brings this:

 

From heaven's fleecy berth —

So fitting for a life of worth —

"To all we love, dispense with tears

And sing out yuletide cheers."

 

Exploring

  an Unknown

On Stage

Man:Prologue

Verse

Verse2

Other Verse

New Fantasies

 

Eve 1

Prologue

This  page is dedicated to my departed 

wife  who had faith that someday 

my writing would be published.

 

 

 

Meanings Meaning What?

 

 

     Traversing happenings unending

     Signifying what is not;

     In probing realms of everything, nothing,

     Symbolizing futile acts —

     Like parsing juiceless matter

     In love's obstructive contracts

     Transpiring trivial matter —

     I settle thoughts on loving Joan

     To guard against self-indulgent moan.

 

     Dusk doth set, thankfully removed

     From fruitless frenzy, fair or foul,

     By wifely tones of truth regrooved,

     Replacing the pointless scarring scowl

     Lagging by the day's din and mirth,

     I deposit meaning solely in her worth.

 

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