Attempts at poetry

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Attempts at poetry

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Here's something I threw together while researching something.
If anyone else has some they'd like to share, and no notions of getting it published in a book of course...

Gearoidh Iarla sleeps under Mullaghmast,
And Arthur waits in Avalon
Bendigeidfran’s severed head, still living,
waits beneath the White Hill,
to defend the Island of the Mighty from invasion.

Merlin abides in the oak
Holger Danske rests under Kronborg
José Rizal lies beneath Mount Banahaw
will return some day to lead
the Philippines back to greatness.

Väinämöinen will return when needed
Al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah will as well,
and King Matjaž, in the end.
Kobo Daishi, meditating under mount Koya,
awaits the coming of Maitreya.

So many myths, so many legends,
promise to save us from our troubles.
But when the cause of our problems
lies at our own feet, done by our hands,
only we can save us from ourselves.
"Yes... yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... This Land."
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In dreams of mice she sleeps
Old beyond old, tottering like a kitten
Each step, a task on crooked legs
While the wonted intendments grow farther away.
Play is spent, curiosity too;
Her hearing has fled to who knows where
And what's left of her follows suit, in bits -
A see-through cat, confronted with herself:
What seemly cat falls over from shaking its head?
Is she good enough? Do I want her still?
With a look, she asks me these things.

In time
We are re-ciphered by years, only to hope
That someone can still read us
And maybe even love our tattered page.
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Of all Australia's myriad vermin
Spiders spiding and worms a-wormin'
Crocs and dingoes, birds with clout
Invading toads gone walkabout -
'Roos and quokkas, snakes and budgies
Koala bears asnooze and pudgy, is
One that has my heart in thrall:
I like the wombat best of all.

O, the wombat is a noble beast
As busy and hardworking as a yeast
He waddles forth, that footstool furry
Who frankly couldn't be arsed to hurry.
What cuddlier critter was ever invented?
None. Claims to the otherwise are demented
And in the end are doomed to fall:
The wombat is the best of all.

All hail the wombat, sound the bugle!
And if you still don't know what they look like there are plenty of images of them for you to look at on Google
And you will see just what I mean.
For burrowers they're remarkably clean
And they poop in cubes. How cool is that?
I'd put on him a little blue hat
And strut him leashèd through the mall:
They'd like my wombat best of all.

So, wombatly charms are hardly petty
(One wombateer was famed Rossetti
Who drew pictures of wombats until he was sweaty).
Whether it slither, swim or crawl,
For the enjoyablest one I could hope to trawl
From out of Australia's impressive haul:

Me, I like the wombat best of all.
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I couldn't find it just now, but there's a great picture of (IIRC) Shelley Phillip with a wombat in her lap. Once you realize they're about 70 pounds, they don't seem so cuddly. They're awful damn cute.
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chas wrote:Once you realize they're about 70 pounds, they don't seem so cuddly. They're awful damn cute.
Aw, they're still cuddly to me. How could you not want to pet one and scratch it behind the ears? I ask you.

The poem, such as it is, was inspired by an article I'd just read on how the English Pre-Raphaelite painter D. G. Rossetti was a wombat enthusiast to the bone, and he had a menagerie. The tricky part for me was working him in.
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