2 Poems by Warren Paul Glover

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WE WAVED GOODBYE TO VENICE
(AND OTHER PLACES TOO)

 

We waved goodbye to Venice, as she slipped under the waves,

a thousand plus years of history, drowned in a watery grave.

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No more Floating City,

it’s treasures well and truly gone;

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lost for future generations, while the climate change deniers

shrugged their shoulders and moved, simply, on.

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While the world watched on in wonder,

asking which city or country was next,

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Presidents and world leaders,

sent out sorrowful texts.

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The vulnerable sat and waited,

praying for their homes

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The Pope, like Methuselah,

looking nearly a thousand years old.

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As Religion wrung its hands,

asking where was God at our time of need?

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Mass evacuations

produced millions of refugees.

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But people came together,

creating hope for you and me

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living in our cities at risk,

the disaster insurance business suddenly very brisk.

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As the betting books closed on Miami,

and the odds shortened on LA,

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thankfully the scientific community

seized and saved the threatened day.

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The billions spent to save us,

from Mother Nature’s threat,

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spared a few other cities,

from sharing King Neptune’s net.

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It’s a pity we lost poor Venice,

the grandest of them all to go.

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But it spurred us all to action

so more wouldn’t follow.

 

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VINE VAMPIRES

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Breaking from cover, stealthily as a cancer,

they gorge on the goodness of the grape.

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Vine vampires

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sucking the blood from the bottle

as if it were milk from a mother’s teat.

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Cackling like witches they demand more.

The barman stares; he’s seen it all before.

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Friday night and the work-dead

are released from their chains;

to gather, like animals, on an African savannah.

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Their watering hole, their well-spring,

is a haven from the hate-filled day.

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Their laughter, like waves,

carries them through to their washed-up weekend.

 

 

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