Best Poem of H.L. Dowless

A Vision Of Future's Glory
On a sofa of leather in the mentor's lounge I now sit,
pondering futures' test,
painting a portrait of my forward bequest
unto those majestic ancient warrior gods, whom shall allow it.

A stroll along a splendid tropical beach,
nine divine grass skirted native princes servants,
an agua de loca of . . .
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Follow The Flaming Cross
The moon is a looming quarter
as all of Glendale sit on their back porches,
gazing across the valley border.
Singing hails to god Camulus, keeping vigilant order
for the endless lines of haunting torches.

Yea through the heavy gloom of darkness,
that precious divine light shall bequest
our . . .
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