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Every Poet Needs A Roof
When Robert Frost's home was purchased
It made me think that every poet needs a house
Poetry is not well written under bridges
The sacrifice of Rupert Brooke and others considered
So, every poet needs a roof
The beauty being very few of us will worship it.
Bill Grace
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Experience - a Poem Dedicated to my Father
Dad told me during World War Two
Of an incident he personally knew
Where air ship, personnel and crew
Were saved by their pilot's experience.
The engine quit on take off
The plane had only two
The pilot dipped the failed wing
And turned to field to safely land.
Dad cared for planes in that great war
He is no longer with us in his burly form
But he would celebrate that pilot
Who cared for 150 and even more
Had the wisdom to put his aircraft in the drink
In hope it would not untimely sink
Enabled the care and rescue that so many gave
Goodness upon our planet that outlasts the grave.
Bill Grace
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Fact and Fantasy
athered at lunch with friends and film
The film is the fifth in a series celebrating mass rocketry violence
The drinks are pleasant the company pleasant
The movie ends
I return to healing from cat wounds
Friend one returns to his computer repair business
Friend two returns to his utility pension
Fact and fiction nicely paired
On a beautiful fall day.
Bill Grace
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Family Emergency Against The Panikhida Service
Wife with mother in a peril of potential death
Girth of a continent away
Daughter kicks against sleep and me with her all
House floating the great chair is at last a pseudo prize.
And the melodies of church chant from her native land
It soothes though I can not understand a word
It sooths as it is her native tongue
Nine and fifty nine year old in meeting
Brings me to a space I can not name.
Brings us to a peace in prelude
To sleep as a forgiving drug.
Bill Grace
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