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Two Poems written on His 84th Birthday

 

‘Peter & Paul’

 

The scientist obsesses in his lab

The poet adores the great spaces

& if he does not

Then he’s a lab rat

A man of the cage

& it’s suppressions of rage

That from a blank room

He may patent universals

The poet is particular

That flowering twig, that passing bird

He must know its seasonal songs

& his cadence must never be wrong

& in his odes

He must sing along

 

©Malachi Doyle 2021.

 

 

‘Troubadours & their pearl inlaid guitars’

 

We’ve become more emotional about ourselves

& less so about others

Love poets & their muses no more

Fetishists & their porn & preparing for war

 

Bring back the love song, bring back

& those singers who warm & heal

And open chords plucked on strings

That vibrate in concert with our heart strings

 

©Malachi Doyle 2021.




 

 

 

 

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