Best Poem of R.L. Clark

I've stopped reading the morning's news,
the blare of proclamations issuing forth
from Modor's tower in the Land of Shadows.
Sauron ponders our fates east of the
Great River, as his sycophantic minions
defile what was once a great land.
With each Trumpet's rattle I hear the
clop of hooves upon the earth . . .
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Mine Is A Heart
mine is a heart
built of iron
slowly rusting

a granule here
a flyspeck there
barely enough

mine is a heart
built of iron
bravely loyal

a friendship's call
a woman's love
paltry levy
conveyed . . .
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