The Poems of David Garlick
May the Great Spirit that guides the destiny of all, bless us and those who have worked so diligently to produce this feast. May it give us the strength to oppose the dragons of avarice and greed. The wisdom to tread the narrow path of ethical behavior. And may the warm winds of brotherly […]
They call me the drummer. I’m held in a prison. Though the day, I know, will soon come. The door will creek open, they’ll take me out. And I shall die to the beat of a drum. The crime I’ve committed is hardly a new one. “My songs are unlawful.” They lie. I sing […]
Please love me, for whom I am, crumpled though I be. Perhaps a wing is bent or my mind goaled within a body, that will never be controlled. Perhaps I cannot tell you, in words you understand, how much I love you. You are all to me. Yet all I seek or want – […]
The Rush Hour Dragon winds its way through stripes of colour in the rain. It’s smoky breath clouds the air. It’s snarling voice strikes fear in all. Gray people stand in dripping hats. Legs splashed by drops the dragon flings or wait beneath their black toad stools that mushroom as the deluge falls. […]