The Poet’s Soul

Finding Life’s Balance

Never look for symmetry 


Amidst cloudy alpine tops

As the winds blend flexing frames 


Of life in full crop.

Mirroring the mountains 

Flashing back the sky

And spruce all wild akimbo 

Branches sprung so high

Swaying to the constant 

Of eternity . . . .

Slowly passing by.

Copyright March 10, 1996  

Daniel J. Lavigne

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The Poet’s Soul

The Poet’s Soul Is Different, 

Formed By The Fire of Life,

It Guides His Passions, Leads His Heart,


And Lives Forever

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Copyright June 10, 1996

Daniel J. Lavigne

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And So We Went Weeping 

And So We Went Weeping 

To the edge of her grave

She lay in her casket 

So quiet and brave. 

At the age of six 

She was wildly torn 

By a bastard in black 

Of some nation's uniform. 

To kill all such bastards! 

Is now our refrain 

To tear all such bastards 

From their mother's own brains! 

Kill all such bastards! 

Is now our common call! 

As we weep near the casket 

Of a child they made fall! 

And kill all their teachers 

They are scum! They are rot! 

Kill all their parents 

For birthing such blots! 

Woe! Scream our souls! 

May those bastards come by! 

We'll teach them to think! 

And not make children cry! 

Oh Please! Oh dear bastards! 

Please trust and come by 

Lest our hate heat our hearts 

And too soon make us die. 

Come near dear Bastards 

To hear us say hi . . . 

Come near to our hearts 

And yours we'll soon fry! 

And So We Went Weeping 

To another child lost 

To the hates of the past 

And miseries long sought. 

And So We Went Weeping 

And what else can we say 

Our hate and our anger 

Now guides all our days. 

Copyright July 11, 1998 

Daniel J. Lavigne  


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DODOS

Oh Dodo! 
Where did you go?

You were so many, 
a short while ago.

What could have happened, 


Why weren’t we aware?

That after the killing, 


You wouldn’t be there!

Poor Dodo, parent and child! 


Lost to a nature so violent!  

So vile! Dodos! 


Why are we so?

Copyright. August, 1985 

Daniel J. Lavigne

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Can You Hear The Sound?

Can You Hear The Sound Of Sabers? 


Can You Hear The Sounds Of War? 


Can You Hear Your Screaming Sons 


Killing The Sons Your Daughters Bore? 


Can You Hear Their Sounds Of Anger? 


Their Despairing Moans Of Hate? 


Get Ready Friend With Ear Plugs 


When They Turn On You With Haste! 


And Then Will All Be Silent ?? 


Will The Dead Scream Out No More?? 


Will The Few Who Killed The Millions 

Not Pace Useless Across Their Floors ?? 


What Then In Darkened Shadows 


Years Past Those Evil Days?? 


Will Still Live The Soul Of  Man 


To Atone Your Killing Ways ?? 

If Not, Why Wait In Hiding? 


Why Avoid The Fray? 


Why Then, As Cowards All, 


Scream "Help Us God! We Pray!" 


While He Damns You To Perdition 


For Beings The Fools You Chose To Be 


And Such As I, With Heads Held High 


Restate Past Predictions Of Your Fate.

Copyright August 12, 2002  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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The Salivators

Sheep like humanity, howling as wolves. 


To evil deferring, destroying the good.

As foulmouthed cowards, wasting their breath 


Flashing fools fashions, ignoring the threat, 

Of a flash that will fashion . . . 
Humanity's death.

Copyright  Feb. 15, 1988  

Daniel J. Lavigne 


BTW: To the world at large:

“The Salivators” is my favourite!

(Unfortunately, I don’t remember writing it! Woe!)

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The Step

Planned in a distant world,

In the light of some bright star

It grew as time spread its fiery gas,

To the birth of new life afar.

Cells within cells within beings?

Did from such our fire seek birth?

From which such mass did we launch,

Our transmigration to earth?

If not that, then, from what other?

When from the whole we devised

And abandoned the pulse that grew the dust

By which our first Adam survived?

What of the "He" that we bow to?

Did "He" keep his eye on our birth?

If the answer be “NO” to such question

Are we doomed to our dirt?

There must be more to existence

Than to lie at the shadow of man

There must be more to survival

Than to grab to get what we can.

If such be the bargain

By which we stepped from the void

I pass on the shake that so sealed it

And declare such “life” null and void.

For I would step forward and argue

And risk the pale of death’s grey

And review all agreements or bargains

That would limit the “life” of the day.

Freedom once lived is tragic

If lost and never replaced

By other than lies by the self-despised

When their image in mirrors they face.

From out of the void we ventured

Taking but a moments rest

To test the strength of our knowledge

And confirm that we truly know best.

But the "He" that is "We" promised hardship

On any that dared to regret

Words in the void that they ventured

That on earth they'd “Never Forget!”.

The Step was planned with forebearance

Our places put down as odd byts.

But should any break the bargain

Such byts would be treated as spit.

And so with our dirt we now suffer

Removed from our step to the “way”

Left to ourselves with no measure

Of the gifts that we enjoyed in such days.

The step took but a moment

In a million frames of time

And oddly enough is repeated

With every sip of wine. 

The step of life is endless

It repeats with the cough of a kill

Or the tweet of a bird winking at you

From the edge of a window sill.

Copyright January 22, 1998 

Daniel J. Lavigne

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Looking Away

Society's victims, aloof, askance 


Suffering the poison of indifference. 


Living in violent pinpoint balance, 


In subservience to political whores. 


COWARDS!

Copyright  February 21, 1988  Daniel J. Lavigne 

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Support The Insanity

Support The Insanity 


Surrender To Greed 


Pay Fools Taxes 


Heed Profit's Creeds

Now Look Around You 


Smell The Slime And The Stink 

Pay All Taxes Promptly? 

Or Learn How To Think?

Copyright  August 8, 1997   Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Damn us!  Damn them!

Silent flashes filled the skies 


Thousands gasped, gaped and died 

As the sun’s own heat boiled their brains 


And baste their bones as their fat flamed.

Miles in the distance, burnt lobster red 


Blinded mothers shook in dread 


As skinless children in skeleton frames 


Moaned their agonys in utter vain.

Greed’s own bastards with weapons in hand 

Stroked the triggers that killed that land 


And in so doing silently proclaimed 


Our parents were Fools! Cowards born in vain!

Damned be our mothers! Those whorish sluts! 

Who bred with dogs and produced us! 


Instead of men!! 


Damn Us! Damn Them!

Damned be our fathers! Those cowardly pigs! 


Who signed away our freedoms! And then took swigs! 


To toast the dollars of home directed pay! 


While we, AS IDIOTS, were sent to harm's way!

Damn be the heartless! May they painfully fall! 

Into their pit of hate! As their souls are called! 

May God, WITH A VENGEANCE(!), for them prescribe 


Never ending pain . . . . and brine in OUR eyes.

Copyright. October 2, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 

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In Muddy Fields Forgotten

Above Muddy Fields Forgotten,  

O'er Fools Thrown There Astrew 


Raptors Soar So Patiently,  

For Soldier Meat Anew.

Their Caw A Certain Tempo,  

Eyes Glancing Down The Wait 


For Bullets Through Vacant Minds  

And Carrion For Their Plates.

God!  I Pray!  Damn Such Fools!  

Such Brainless, Useless Twits! 


Send Them To A Special Hell!  

Where Together They Can Frit!

About Their Flags And Colours,  

And Reasons Long Forgot! 


And Why They Died So Uselessly,  

Their Shrouded Faces Frought,

With The Price Of Their Stupidity! 
 

And Their Souls So Cheaply Bought!

Do They Curse Their Ignorance,  

Of Knowledge Too Late Learned? 

And Ache At Our Rememberance,  

Of  Bravery Never Earned?

Copyright. Rememberance Day, 

 November 11, 1996  Daniel J. Lavigne 

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To Another Way

In Flanders Fields birds fly by 


Ignored by the poppies and those who died. 


To the Lark, the flowers had no choice 

Similar, the soldiers who raised no voice.

At early dawn, low pitched cries 


Wail at the waste caused by lies. 


Why were we lined as tins on shelves? 


Why were we lined as sheep for the shells?

In those grey fields, the crows are alert 


Squawking at the moans, the calls from the dirt 


That curse empty longings, and scream at greed's hopes, 


Of things for ourselves and for others a rope.

In those fields, oft forgotten, some stop to pray 

Forgetting the insanity, forgetting the ways 


Of boys being men and doing as such, 


Murdering on 'orders'; then dying like mulch.

Copyright,  November 28, 1996 

Daniel J. Lavigne

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To Duty

What is one’s duty

When acknowledging a threat

That would destroy all beauty

Even steal children’s breath?

Does therein lie evil

In  avoiding a way

That forces the matter

That leads to a day

When Humanity shatters

Greed’s guilty ways?

Copyright. February 21, 1988  Daniel J. Lavigne 

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“To Duty” Abandoned 

"To Duty" we were taught 


When first we learned to Think 


"To Duty" was the rallying cry 


When facing danger at the Brink. 

But, alas, "To Duty" failed 


When faithless greed espied 


The quality of "caring" 


In craven, covetous eyes. 

Copyright. October 27, 1998  

Daniel J. Lavigne 

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Guarding Greed

Rejecting Hope 

With Harsh Breath Restrained

The Fools Of Our Past 

Considered "Duty" As Vain.

Never Questioning Their Greed 

Nor Their "Needs Of To-Day"

They Ignored Their Tomorrows 

And What We Would Say

Of Lives Lived By Lies 

To Fill Empty Blab

And Shiny New Paints 

To Cover Fools' Fads

And Their Toying With Seeds; 

And The Soil Of All Life

And Their Will To Mass Murder 

As A Solution To Strife

So They Murdered The Fools 

Of Hope And Such Prattle

As Greed Was Their God - 

And Sheep Were Mere Cattle.

Copyright. September 6, 1997 

Daniel J. Lavigne.

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The Point Of Evil's Will

With Hopeless Mothers Crying O'er Their Newly Dead 

Wailing Bethlehem Awaits The Next With Dread  


As The Works Of Man, Low And Tall, 

Are Defeated 
By Man The Small; 

For In Such Minds There Sits, 


As An O'bjet D'Art, 

The Point Of Evil's Will.

Copyright   September 15, 2002   Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Cringe Not Before The Soul Of Time

I Cringed Before The Soul Of Time 

I Craved For Love's Release 


I Cried I Lived Without Life's Wine 


And Cursed The Kiss I Gave The Beast.

May Time On Bended Knee Forgive 


Some Thoughts That Too Oft Passed 


May Life Aside Make Recognized 


Lives Lived As Greening Grass.

May The Shadowed Day That Shamed Us 

Be Discussed, Relived And Shared 


And May The Guilt Of Our Dark Past 


Guide Us Far From Greed's Dank Air.

May In Some Dream We Wake  


And Hear A Voice So Soft 


You Were Young And So Misled 


Is The Reason You Were Lost

Too Quick Was John The Baptist  

When He Sought To Change His Times 


And Ran And Talked With Passion 


To Change The Souls Of Swine

Let Not That Urge Mislead You! 


Think! Consider! Meet! Debate! 


And With The Freedom Thereby Earned 


Lead Life To A New Gate

Where There A Door Is Open 


But None May Yet Dare Pass 


That Sinned And Regretted Not 


The Evils Of Their Past

Cringe Not Before The Soul Of Time 


Taste Love! Risk! Explain Your View! 


And Learn From Eternal Life 


That Which We Always Knew.

To The Power Of Love.

Copyright  January 27, 2001  Daniel J. Lavigne 

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Let's Meddle!

Let's Meddle! 
Let's Grab Their Oil! 

Let's Kill Their Children 
And Save Some Toil 


'Cause When They're Older 
And Say "Enough!" 


They'll Be Fighting Back 
When Twice As Tough!

Let's Meddle! 
Kill Them Now! 


Piss On The Pope 
And Sacred Cows! 


Its Their Oil 
That We Need 


Not "Peace Now!" Crap 
From Christian Creeds!

Let's Meddle! 
Do Them Quick! 

Blast Them With Our Nukes 
And Other Tricks! 


Let's Meddle! 
With Pedals To The Floor 


Kill Their Kids !! 


And Seize Our Oil!

Let's Meddle!

Copyright   September 15, 2002   Daniel J. Lavigne

 
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Where Did All The Young Men Go?

Where Did All The Young Men Go 

 
In those quiet days aglowing??  


Why did they 
As soldiers go  


To murder others 
And steal their oil? 

Why as fools 
Were they so?  


And WHY did parents 
Let them go?  


Is it possible we'll never know  


Why they refused to learn? 

Where did all politicians go?  


In those quiet days aglowing?  

Where did all such bastards hide  


After they destroyed our world? 

It mattered not,  


Most were found and shot  


The rest were hung  


And left to rot 

That's what happened  


To that thieving lot!  

Who lined their pockets  


Without a thought

That it was our world  

They were abusing. 

Yet here we are! 


Once again to-day!  


Nothing has changed!  


Greed Had Its Way!  


Our Markets Are Empty!  


There's No Fish In The Bay!  


Politicians Loot And Lord!  


And We Look The Other Way! 


While Cowards Abound 


What can we say?  


There's little hope . . . .  


Of old time justice returning? 

Most are now all agog,  


Infected by that greed  


They're in a mental fog, 


Sitting in city homes  


With pools now bogs,  


They have nothing . .

 
Left to turn too. 

And that being so . .  
OOPS!  


THERE THEY GO! 


With guns and ropes  
And voices low . . . 

Dragging Politicians  
In their tow  


Its to nearby trees . .  
They're marching! 

Our pale Politicians  
Are all agasp!  


That of which I warned  
Has happened at last!! 


The madness of greed  
Has handed them their hats  

Showed them the door  
And that is that . .  

As they twist in the breeze  
'Til morning. 

Governments are now asquirm  


They lived by their lies!!  


And with their Judges they'll burn!! 


As angry people take their turns  


To make such fools pay and sharply! 

And so we come to the end of this tale.  


The strength of fools' lies was of no avail.  


The Ships Of State sunk,  


As there was no one to bail  


But, truly, it didn't matter.

Copyright  January 6, 2001  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Waking To Love

Across a ridge they thundered!  


Muscled shadows on a hill. 


Daring sloping edges!  

Risking fatal spills!

With nostrils flared and frothing 


Paints and mustangs raced time west 

To greet their newborn family  

Skinny frames still dewey wet!

Just dropped by their mothers  


And learning how to cope 


They'd now learn through nuzzling 


That their family was their hope! 

Proud mothers! Prancing high! 


Acknowledging their due! 


Giving to their children 


That which we never do!

If our lives were guiltless, 


Freed of greed and lies' deceits; 


Would more familys Be At Home 

And with such love complete?

I pray that time can teach us, 


That from nature's gifts we learn; 


Before we turn too deadly 


And set our world aburn.

Copyright. January 14, 1998  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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To Their Masters - Deferring

Shadowed faces, 

In courtrooms cloaked, 


Gaping, grey, 
Confused, aghast. 


Conscript clients, 
Citizens! 


As cowards accept, 

The Lie of the Law 
Is Above the Law! 


And their ass!

Copyright  April 15, 1985   Daniel J. Lavigne 

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Greed’s Gilded Guise

Caesar’s Craven Cowards

with

Consumate Christian Greed

build

Copper Crusted Chalices

to their

Coin Corrupted Creed.

Paying Unto Caesar

Enhancing Their Nuclear Might

Having Lost Their Humanity

They Risk Eternal Night. 

Lying To Their Children

And Living Their Own Lies

They Prayfully Counsel Murder

Insuring Their Paradise?

Copyright  May 16, 1986  

Daniel J. Lavigne

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AArgh!

AArgh! Fools screamed when reading 

About He who dares To be! 


AArgh! Was their wounded cry 

When I laughed my loud Tee Hee! 


"Damned Fool" was their mutter 

Under foul and muted breath 


While damning the Refusal 

And envious of my wealth.

Damn our laws and government! 

That let taxfree roam free! 


While Ten Thousand Twiddlers 

Cry "Nail him to a tree!"! 


AArgh! They choked when counting 

38,000 sales this year!? 
And the 7% he's stealing! 

From the GST we hold so dear!?

But who will lay the law down? 

Who will plead the case? 


Our lawyers dare not face him 

They dare not risk their "face". 


Damn the greed he uses! 

To mock that which is our own 


And damned be his charges! 

To our judges in their gowns.

But who will dare to face him? 

And force him to back down? 


And make him pay as we do? 

Or chase him out of town? 


Do such "men" live near us? 

Will they dare step near? 


Or are we doomed to suffer 

His grin from ear to ear?

As his smile so gently tells us 


Every damned now and then 

You were born as cowards, fools  


And you'll never dare be men!

Copyright. November 19, 1998  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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The Poet's Pain: 

The Fool As A Soldier

Fools, As  Soldiers, Heed Orders 


And Would Murder Their Mothers Asleep 


For If They Were So Instructed, Its True! 


Their Kin's Crime Against Country Was Deep!

Pity Such Hapless Mothers! 


That They Met Fools And Were Wed 

And From Their Foolish Thrustings 


More Fools Were Born In Their Beds!

Pity The Pain Of Poets 


As They Struggle So To Explain 


If Someone Needs To Be Murdered 


It Should Be By Knife And With Pain.

For Poets Were Born To Violence 


They Know The Form Of The Knife 


And They Curse The Stench Of Cowards 


Who Shoot When They're Told To Take Life!

Pity The Pain Of Poets 


Telling Tales To Please The Slow. 


And Writing Empty Cadences 


To Pace Coffins To Ground As They Flow.

Bah! To All Cowardly Bastards! 


As They Toss Their Pints In Their Halls! 


Bah! To All Cowardly Bastards! 


As They Speak Of The Men They Made Fall!

Bah! To Them All! They Are  Losers! 


That Cause Life To Be As It Is! 


And Bah! To Bastards With Glory Books! 


That Praise The Face Of The Kill!

Bah! To All Cowards And Losers! 

Perhaps Justice By Nature Is Best! 


You Are Too Plenty! You’re Breeders! 


To War Fools! With X On Your Chests!

Copyright. November 27, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne

 
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The Death Of Truth

Undefended,  
Without Lament,  

It Gasped 
Then Died. 


None Cursed Its Passing 

Indeed, Most Applauded  


Their New Freedom  


To Lie Without Consequence  


Or Fear Of Discovery  
As Liars.

Copyright March 7, 1999  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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The Pulse Of Why

From slow awakening  

To the source of light 


Learning by day  

Growing by night 


We slowly develop a need to know 


Why are we here 

And why are we so?

From hesitant steps  

To full fledged strides 


We absorb knowledge  

Understanding and pride 


That we are  

We can think  


And guess beyond the nature of our being.

Through untold orbits  From lying inert 


We rose from the soil  Shook off the dirt 

And proclaimed  We are here! 


The gift of motion  Revealed!

Guardians of time  


Looking down 


Would they smile  


Or  frown?

Copyright November 21, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 

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Too Quickly

Too quickly  
Life passes us by

I pray that you Lived!  


That you set yourself free! 


That you loved!  


Risked And Flew High!

For Death’s Quick Knock 


Awaits All.

Copyright December 20, 1998 Daniel J. Lavigne 

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With Love To Our Mother

Our Steps Through Time Are Endless 


They Did Not Start With Our Cry At Our Birth 

Nor The Few Days That Were Given To Us 


As The Time Of Our Stay On This Earth.

Love Drove The Call To Our Being 


Love Drove Our Will To Exist 

Love Drove The Love Of Each Other 


And Love Knows That Love Always Lives.

With Such Love You Held And Told Us 


“Let Love Be Your Guide Through Your Days” 


And With Those Words, Oft Remembered, 


We Accepted What Life Sent Our Way.

And With These Words Dear Mother 


We’ll Not Fear Time’s Slow Advance 


For Love Knows We’ll Soon Meet Again 


And Share Eternity’s Dance.

Mildred, Muriel, Jean and Daniel 


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Adieux, The Soldier;  

Adieux, The Fool

It is the fool, dressed as a soldier, 


Who first pulsed the hopes of greed 


That trusting sons, for a cheerful "Well Done!" 


Would Murder and Wound with Glee!

Pity such bastard children 


Who'd murder their kin in their sleep. 


Who as fools, as ignorant soldiers, all hope 


That greed's smile is theirs for the keep. 

Pity all ignorant bastards 


That repeat what is all too well known 


And harp about their false bravery 

As if others know not that dull tone!

Ring loud the bells at Adano! 


Soon you'll ring for me! 

I was born a man not a fool! 


And from idiots I'll set you free!

Then truth will hear your honest peel! 


Your ring in meadows green! 


And never again, will fools suspend 


The truth that was there to be seen!

Copyright. November 27, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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The Fool

The Fool 


As An Armed 


And Uniformed Coward 


Has A Special Name 


He Is Known As  
"Soldier"

Copyright. November 27, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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By What Guise

By what guise, by what face 


Could humanity try to place 


The view of love, the depth of truth 


The peace of doves and anger's flute 


On common ground?

Copyright. January  4, 1997  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Hail The Conquering Hero

Hail this conquering hero? 


As bloodied from head to knee 

He greets defenders with a sneer 


And swirls his blade aglee.

Hail such bloodied bastards? 


And the fools that sing their songs? 

Nail their tongues to horses hooves! 


And flail their whores with thongs!

Hang such useless garbage 


And those that praise them so 


Let them rot a year or more 


So better thoughts may grow.

Now praise to our new heros! 
Planting seeds and such 


Easing life's set burdens 
Not turning men to mulch!

Copyright January 8, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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What Then, The Answer?

What then the answer to the doubting self? 


What then the answer to life on the shelf? 


What then the answer as hate has its way!? 

What then the answer as life coughs away!?

What then the answer to anarchy's cold calls? 


What then the answer to blood in city halls!? 


What then the answer as evil lays its claim!? 


What then the answer to lies voiced in vain??

What then the answer as our ears can't hear!? 


What then the answer as our eyes can't clear? 


What then the answer to Kyoto's muted mourn!? 


What then the answer to human hopes forlorn!?

What Then The Answer,

When Lies Are Not Enough?

Copyright. August 29, 1998 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Momentary Thoughts

Minutes into hours, hours into days 


Days into weeks as we travel our ways 


Moments of laughter, moments of love 


Forming the stream of our memories 


And our hopes for time to come.

Thoughts of the present, thoughts of the past 


Time to wonder, 'Can Our Ways Last?' 

Moments for reflection, moments to review 

Moments of  wondering, 'Can It Be True?' 

That do as we wish, 'We'll Never Have To Rue?'

Copyright January 9, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Mango Tax Tango

The mango is a fruit, that grows in a tree 

It can plop on your head, It can get you bit by a bee

The mango is a gift, I was told it was free 

Except  for the tax man, now running round my tree

With a bee for his bottom,  two for his ear 


Three for his swollen face, and a zillion to his fear

The poor swollen sucker, he’s not fit for true work 

But spying for his masters, 

and  bending for their pork.

Poor poky loser, his daddy was the same 


His mother overworked, until they made her lame

The Mango Tax Tango is more than just for two 

Its for a crowd, nice and loud, to poke poor poky through.

Copyright. 1996 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Spirit's Missiles

Do they exist, 


These forces on which we rely,

Those great unknowns 


For which we have murdered 

. . 
And prayed?

Do they laugh at our ways? 


Or cry?

Copyright.  April 1989  Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Do The 20/20!

20 Thinking People, Grouped As A Whole

 
Times Twenty In A City, Working To A Goal. 


Times Twenty Days Of Action, 

To Do What They Must 

To Corner Greed's Bastards, 

And Turn Them Into Dust.

In Each And Every City, Spread Across The Land 


Terminating Bastards, With A One-A-Day Plan. 


20 Thinking People, Doing What They Must 


To Eradicate The Vile, And Build True Trust.

Drug Laws Are For Bastards, 

To Keep The Status Quo 


So They Can Keep The Power, 

And Make Their Budgets Grow!

To All Thinking People, Work As A Whole! 


Do The 20/20!  And Go For The Gold!

Copyright, January 25, 1997. Daniel J. Lavigne 


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In Praise Of The Bard's Admonition

Dead dogs, lying, stinking in the heat 


Lame Street Lawyers fighting for the meat 


And Will, The Bard, Smiling on high 


Saying, 'Stand them in the tide and watch 'em bye!'

First you plant them, Four feet deep! 


Don't let them lie, tie them by the feet! 


Bang them on the noodle, poke’em on the nose 


Then set them free if they wiggle their toes; to-morrow.

In ‘must’ I trust, and Sherman’s love of cash 


But lying lawyers 'must' dare not pass 


Near my plate for I know full well 


They'd hang my cat and steal its bell.

But my cat 'Freedom' has quite the bark 


And such as lawyers should never park 


Too near the bay for they should know 


This cat, like Shakespeare, likes lawyers to go!

Copyright March 5, 1997 

Daniel J. Lavigne 


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A GIFT ABANDONED 

God’s gift, . . . abandoned. 

Knowledge . . . Lost! 

Bonding parents . . . to promises bought . . . 

Of greed’s desire granting all. 

They left the gift, . . . to seize the lie . . . 

That caring was evil! 

Condemned to repeat . . . 

Through time . . . and again . . . 

An argument not worth the making! 

Losing, again, the moment. 

Succumbing to evil’s thoughts, never learning . . . 

That greed’s madness holds ever tight . . . 

Those that never dare . . . But by night . . . 

D.J.L 1976 

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POINTED VIEWS 

Empty rhetoric, boiling 

Tied to violence minded tongues 

Blathering about Babylons 

And others evil-minded young. 

Why so lost to vacancy? 

To books of rules unused? 

Why so quick a latency 

For awesome power . . . fused? 

D.J.L. December 1995 

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CLEARING ONE’S CONSCIENCE 

Why do thinkers bother you? Can they not see? 

Your health is great, your job secure, your future worry free! 

Reciting sports statistics; Viewing social plays; 

Putting pedal to the metal; Speeding through your days. 

Neighbours . . . local objects; 

Seen through curtained glass. 

Your shared concerns limited . . . 

To the price of gas. 

Dismiss starving children; 

Their cross not yours to bear. 

Their misery - not your fault. 

Why should you have shared? 

D J L Feb 24/96 

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A PRESENTATION OF SEDITION 

Sedition is such a lovely word 

Making politicians quiver! 

Sedition! Anarchy! 

Clogging up their livers! 

Such lovely words and useful tools 

To show them, grasping, greedy fools 

That freedom will not shirk 

Its duty to expose 

The evil that lurks 

In power seekers prose 

Sedition! Anarchy! 

Committing us to sanity! 

And lightful thoughts dispelling dark! 

Constructive thoughts inducing light! 

To humanity’s affairs worldwide. 

Where then will power’s bastards hide? 

Sedition! Anarchy! 

Committed by necessity! 

For a saner world with gentler thoughts 

A peaceful world where even sloth 

Is acceptable! 

Compared to evils wrought 

That curse our lives 

By profit minded men!  

D J L Jan 16/85 

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A BARREN PRAYER 

Poor human child, born in grace, blessed with parents’ love 

But trapped in a frenzied race to maim and kill the doves. 

Why the play, the love, the ploy - why the birth, the pain, the toil? 

Why create and in love train to murder foul and kill in vain?

Hallowed be the mirror that reflects 

The prayerful sinner kneeling, in genuflect? 

Glisten softly rosary, in dawn’s sombre light 

But . . . grant the forgiveness that blunts a killer’s blight? 

Oh God! We pray! 

Our days are dark, the future vague and far! 

Why? We pray! 

We walk upright! 

Why have minds like tar? 

Why so lost that we transgress the meaning of our Kind? 

‘Cause greed for things has blinded all! . . . 

And we have lost our minds! 

D J L Feb. 25/96 

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PISSING ON PRIDE 

Political pawns, Promoting Profits, 

Possess No Principles; 

And Piss On Their Pride, 

When Plucking Poverty’s Poor. 

D.J.L. Meanderings Spring/85 

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Love's Return

She called as I was writing some insignificant thing 


About duty and never conspiring to defeat the will of nature.

Stunned, I sat wondering. Where did time go? 

Just days past 
we were arguing about my looks at another. 

Now I'm gray.

How odd that we so pursue, fleeting smiles and wealth accrue 


While our other self, our mirrored soul, attempts to grow.

Does nature, with knowledge present, in our dreams of others  

Reflections of our inner selves?  Are we one? Does love live?

Why the quest? Why the thought? Why the act of mating sought? 


Do we think? Or merely pulse our existence and grab at love?

Copyright April 2, 1997 Daniel J. Lavigne 


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Go Slowly To That Garden 

Go Slowly To That Garden  

Our lovely English Rose 

To lay amidst the flowers 

On your island of Repose.  

Go slowly with our love 

With tears and petals shed 

Go slowly with our hearts and minds 

To where you'll lay your head. 

Go slowly, loving mother 

As our hearts with sadness burst 

Go slowly, dear Diana, 

In that quiet, sombre, hearse. 

Go slowly, lovely lady, 

To your timeless, special place 

Go slowly loving Princess 

To that arbor with love graced. 

Go slowly, with love's own light, 

You were our brightest Rose 

Your sons walked, were men and wept 

Before they let you go.  

Go slowly England's Rose, and know 

With tears, hearts and love we pledge 

Your dreams are ours; your boys our keep, 

Your memory will always glow.   

To the power of love. 

Copyright.  September 6, 1997  

Daniel J. Lavigne  

"Go Slowly To That Garden"  was written

while watching the funeral procession approach the church.

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