Tag Archives: poetry

the impossible dream

like hands, Spring leaves reach
for the moon haloed in mist:
unobtainable

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

in these times: night in America

framed by clouds  the moon
glides west  hushed  fair-minded  free
unlike the land below

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

Mr. Trump’s first 100 days

It feels like eons
ten days more till a hundred
of the Con Man’s Rule.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

countdown to sanity

O’Reilly Factor –
one clueless troglodyte down,
one orange one to go…

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

moonset at sunrise

bright and brighter still
dawn   with light   fills the heavens
snuffing out the moon

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

muddled walk on an early Spring night

a hazy full moon
staggers through the naked trees
no—it’s I who’s drunk

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017

apocalypse, or the renewed satanic order

apparent by now:
Trump and his pals will make of us
gifts to great Mammon

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2017