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Vices and Virtues By Naomi McGuiness Prowse
Contents THE FORBIDDEN TREE.............................................
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YOU HOLD
SANITY................................
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SHADOWS....................................
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THE
HE STEPS OUT EASY
TO
REINS OF THE
OF MY
WRITE................................................... 4
SHRIKE..........................................................
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PRIMA DONNA..................................................... 6 SIRENS’ ALLURE..................................................
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THE FORBIDDEN TREE A picnic in the garden, where I sat with thee. With certainty you are my dearest friend. We lay in the shade of the forbidden tree. We sipped at our tea, and giggled with glee, And gazed at the forbidden fruit that suspend. A picnic in the garden, where I sat with thee. The dangling fruit, lavish and juicy, Like the sweet fruit of love I tasted when We lay in the shade of the forbidden tree. On my tiptoes I reached to pluck the berry. The taste of its tenderness is our godsend. A picnic in the garden, where I sat with thee. But the fruit was forbidden so now we must flee From the swarm of wickedness from whom we transcend. We lay in the shade of the forbidden tree. Your sweet disposition was my tranquility. Now our rendezvous can hardly be penned. A picnic in the garden, where I sat with thee. We lay in the shade of the forbidden tree.
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YOU HOLD
THE
REINS
OF MY
SANITY
I threw myself into the abyss. So, you hold the reins of my sanity, Though I fear it is all for your vanity. I threw myself into the abyss. So, Now And So,
you hold the reins of my sanity. without your handle, I am lost, I fear that it comes at a great cost. you hold the reins of my sanity.
Now without your handle, I am lost. Before I stood at the edge and leapt, I always loved and seldom wept. Now without your handle, I am lost. Before I stood at the edge and leapt. On the very day that I met you, You made sure my life was never blue, Before I stood at the edge and leapt. On the very day that I met you, I threw myself into the abyss. I had expected the purest bliss On the very day that I met you. I threw myself into the abyss. So, you hold the reins of my sanity, Though I fear it is all for your vanity. I threw myself into the abyss.
2
HE STEPS OUT
OF THE
SHADOWS
He steps out of the shadows and steals the moonlight. Now shadows exist only with artificial light. Come every sundown, he boasts at the saloon, Where he gains capital since there is no light from the moon. So, the people stay vigilant on every wretched night. With their stolen brilliance, he becomes a socialite, While they attempt to capture daytime to blunt the black fright. They make light with fire, for it to be burgled too. He steps out of the shadows. So sick of the darkness, the people unite, And with all of his might, he puts up a fight. But because of the revolt from the commune, Once again, we could see at times other than noon. He steps out of the shadows.
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EASY
TO
WRITE
It’s easy write if there is no purpose, Especially if it won’t go anywhere. I’ll go round and round in my thoughts, Even though I know they won’t progress. It’s easy to write if there is no purpose, But it’s harder to keep it going. For my brain has run all out of words Even to talk about nothing. It’s easy to write when I have things to do But I’m just sitting lethargic in bed. I can stall all my chores and my cleaning and more But it won’t put the words in my head.
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SHRIKE Morbid display At the shrike’s acacia tree. Morbid display Of the sweet little songbird’s prey Impaled on the thorns. What will be The shrike’s supper decays. It’s the Morbid display.
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PRIMA DONNA Tonight, at the opera house, we feast While downwards we squint through our view finders. Little toy singers, with voices of beasts. Out steps prima donna in designer. Candles flickered from her slow vibrato, And caused the opera house to rumble. But her voice waivered not so long ago When the old diva made houses crumble. In a feud to be crowned the superstar, Their hysteria set the stage ablaze. Front rows of seats are now nothing but char, But the opera represses those days. They feign such times as an anomaly, When divas rejected all harmony.
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SIRENS’ ALLURE Sirens sing at the waterfall, From the rise of sun to nightfall. Their intentions, sublime and pure. Though, I understand their allure. Say it is fate, or it is not, But these sailor’s trips lack forethought, Assuming sirens are demure. Though, I understand their allure. In these rocky, white-water chutes, There are perpetual disputes, Yet the sirens’ song will endure. Though, I understand their allure. For one reason or another, The sailors try to discover The song’s source: they take a detour. Though, I understand the allure. These ethereal songstresses: At peace. He nevertheless is, To him, an aspiring saviour. Though, I understand the allure. Sailors cross the treacherous sea To stalk the song’s delicacy, But the sirens remain obscured. Though, I understand the allure.
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