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Ice

2/26/2019

Ice is eccentric-
it beautifies the ugly
in hostility.

Published in "A Splendid Alternative" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

The rabble in the crowded square
had waited for their lord to speak
to bring them from their deep despair.

His majesty was well aware
that enemies abroad would seek
the rabble in the crowded square.

The lord appeared, so debonair,
and cheers became a growing pique
to bring them from their deep despair.

The beggars jeered the staid affair,
and soon they joined with harsh critique
the rabble in the crowded square.

The lord began his evening prayer
and pleaded, commerce was so bleak,
to bring them from their deep despair.

And then the lord removed his stare,
and asked, with sober, blushing cheek,
the rabble in the crowded square
to bring them from their deep despair.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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The Sleeping Giant

2/12/2019

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It always looks serene, a
Lazy, cool expanse of graceful blue,
Content to lull in sleep while
Strolling in and out of deepened hue.

A downpour in Chelan will
Start accumulation of a spate,
While gathering flows meet,
Surging as the river shores await.

The farmland and town folk,
Unaware of torrents that draw near,
Still trust the sleeping giant
Blind to nature in this tamed frontier.

Columbia's slumber,
Broken from its gentle, drifting flow,
Now fifteen miles of flood, all
Hope of saving crops lost long ago.

When waters recede, and
Widespread work repairs the soaked terrain,
The farmers are compelled to
Build again so family ties remain.

And so the giant sleeps, with
Sense of local urgency elapsed,
Content with being dormant,
Waiting for the flood plane's next collapse.

Published in "Trappings of the Years" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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Red Horizon

2/5/2019

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Now that sunset has begun,
hues make ordinary grand,
I must ponder at each one,
contemplating as I stand-
red horizon's setting sun,
rising for the distant land.

I must ponder at each one,
contemplating, as I stand,
light diminished 'til there's none,
day forgotten out of hand,
red horizon's setting sun,
rising for the distant land.

Light diminished 'til there's none,
day forgotten out of hand,
what I've lost, some others won,
much as tides return the sand,
red horizon's setting sun,
rising for the distant land.

What I've lost, some others won,
much as tides return the sand,
yin and yang, the world has spun,
darkness there will now remand,
red horizon's setting sun,
rising for the distant land.

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Ice

The Crowded Square

The Sleeping Giant

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