Poems from Brian A Crystal
It has been a lengthy moment
between talks
you and I
without any props
without the smiles of others
without any hugs
without
without...
There is a man sweet
whose election is sure
one who held our sins
right down to His feet.
Oh, Royal Diadem -
how we long to see you
betwixt...
Little Tin Whistle
speak to me
your mouth is small
but your heart is big
Little tin whistle
you're so bold
show me how to talk to people...
Pardon me
but you are trespassing
on my street
on my foot patrolling street
where the passerby, the elite, stroll by
but it is to their...
Liberty
your hands feed the sea
of luminous foods we can readilly see
Truth, Justice, liberty...
Of thee I see
Draw the covers of our...