Welcome newbies to the AXC poetry and literature board. This is the only stock chat board
where you might not come away richer, but as surely as the Sun will set in the West, you'll be a well rounded and well read person by the time you're done.....
And time will demonstrate that in Ampex, no one is ever really truly done.If you were, you wouldn't be reading this right now. Al C..
Twilight of Harmonsocks........
"Gleebs", said I, "what kingdom unfolds without a personal gleeb.
Tis it be the nature of beast and battle that I forge forward without my gleeb?
And what conscience dost yonder dawn inspire, without my full vesture of harmonsocks?
What heart beats so sordid that a passing stranger cannot share but one parsnick
of his harmonsocks? Must I beg for one drop of relief? No, because, the gleebs still grow wild on the briny stones of the Adriatic Sea, and perchanceif I still have the will to go foraging as in days of yore, than it shall be so. The lovely Lady Karen has taken my pennants, and it is therein lie my gleebs. And harmonsocks as well, I venture with a shy grin. Ah, but of what use is a gleeb, if
you have to worry about them, particularly when a lady so fair desires them?
God, in his one instant of folly, said, "Let there be gleebs and harmonsocks of all colors and sizes for the maidens", and the multitudes danced and sang and multiplied, to where we stand today . .......
Alas, I have lost my footing and heart for the climb." (rare prose by little known American poet,
Stag Preston, literary Journal North Carolina circa 1914) |
