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4 Poems by Neil Hester

By Neil Hester Jun 20, 2007, 15:42 GMT

A Reflection on Conversing Mirrors
Intangible glass in tangible glass. They stand
And talk of love which we only touch
The beginning of, and of such
We cannot hope to see the end.
Inbetween, the doppelgangers
Grace their crystal-set creators,
Each as real as next, each
Farther off, smaller
Than that before,
Until there is
none.
I dreamt last night
I almost touched
The end,
but
I
~~~~~
Ou La Mort
I was told to, bar what they sing,
Squeeze my longings to a point
That pins the edge. Of nothing
I speak of; of nothing I take
Everything that is left to behold.
Such is taken by eyes that cease
To shun the dead horizon,
The curve that mocks sanity
In its (im)purest form:
God of the civil razor, he laughs
Before the dawn, his daily draw
Of red stench, common and quick,
Laced with the cheers of men
And children, dying to see
Life pass a terrific door and flee. My name is on a program.
Everything exploded: my longings,
My lungs against the zeal of men
Who urged me (in a sense) to be
With and one of theirs. They cry,
Liberté, égalité, fraternité!, and I
Bellow out of mind, but sane,
Ou la mort!, and die.
~~~~~
Omega is Lovely
~“I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”Omega! The grand and glorious
End of beginnings and end of ends–
Behold! It stands victorious;
Grinning from Alpha to self, it bends
Little sis Omicron in dashing form
And carries Pi by infinite grace!
Omega whittles Iota to whit
And balances Delta to stunning lukewarm!
The soul of Psi is wholly lit
And buried is Theta, by lethal embrace
Of self (not Omega; Omega is lovely
And endlessly fair), and golden is Phi–
And yet, I should honestly doubt as to whether
Omega is endless or ends altogether.~~~~~Garden Study of the Vickers Children
~John Singer SargentStem-tall, pretty in white
And black, they take hold
Of green. Things that fill eyes
Of earth, ever heaven-inclined,
Reach softly throughout
The eyes that hold them,
Still growing. They look about
To other lovely things, or down,
Enraptured. Beneath,
Life spans boundlessly.
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Brief Bio: My name is Neil Hester. I like poetry. I wear briefs, but not bios. Well, boxer briefs. Though I am “bio”logical. And “brief”logical, come to think of it. Anyhow..Visit Neil's blog at http://laevanesce.blogspot.com/