Poetry by Edward Kidd

Twin Hearts

My heart lies malcontent
For the best part of me
Those twin hearts of me
Have far away been sent.
And sad I am they went.

Now, rain is pouring down
In its unchanging clamor
While the sky's gray banner
Could make sad a clown,
And turn his smile to frown.

And even though a peep of sun
May soon be coming out;
In a whisper or a shout.
To me there is no fun
For, I'm a melancholy one.
My two hearts I'm without.

Bump In The Night       

Where do they go
Those things that bump in the night,
And cast a shadow wrong
That does not lend itself to light?

And where might we catch them
To hold their spirit sway
And learn the secret of their might
To ever, and a day?

Perhaps, a counsel meet-
Let they, to make decisions
So all may bind and be one mind
And none, to make derisions?

Or might a special squad of men
Could be so well-equipped
With oh so many magic things
From far away be shipped?

May be a band of scholars
Could cook up such a test
To find them where they hide by day
And leave us, to the rest?

Although they cause but little harm
They spring up like a toad
For sometimes late at night I see
Them running 'cross the road.

Is it not a shame for they
To live unbidden by the day
And leave us humans, like as not
To have so little say?

Nay, say I, the time has come
To act upon this threat
For be it small, and tiny thin
We best not soon forget.

Where do they go
Those things that bump in the night,
And cast a shadow wrong
That does not lend itself to light?

Some Other's King      

How easy you would give me up
To take some other's hand,
And so, forever, lose me
I do not understand.

For truly, I would hold you up
Exalted, like a queen,
But you would rather choose me
To be some other's king.

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Among The Living

Among the living I dwell no more
But walk the rocks along the shore,
As others walked upon the beach
That I, no more, will strive to reach.

It's best, I think, to stand this ground
Of ghost to man, of square to round
Of places, less to terrify
That bare the only steps that I,
I leave impressioned, on the ground.
To lie abandoned, never found.

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