Jon Gearhart

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Original text in yellow, anagram in pink.

Romeo and Juliet, II, ii, 2-5

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the east, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
That is already pale and weary with grief.

Romeo likens Juliet to the sun's light.
The wild lunar orb envies her dark hair's
radiant beauty and she needs to find a way
to stop its awful grief. I say with what, naught?

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An anagram of one of the author's own poems.

Cheating Death Itself

I started on my journey's quest
To seek a path to righteousness
But turned aside by lust and greed
I fouled her, with dirty seed
And my path turned ever down
To Hades' Gate, far underground
Across the fabled river Styx
Into the Underworld, transfixed

I did venture into fire
Greeted by a loathsome squire
Whose hound of hell, Cerebus
Awaited to take care of us
The hound stood guard to keep us in
Our place where we payed for our sin
The afterlife for each is fit
To punish crimes we did commit

But the final laugh had we
As came the great one, Heracles
He occupied Cerebus for awhile
As we escaped this place, so vile
We crossed the river Styx, again
And left behind the nether plain
Ascending back to mother Earth
To claim the lands of our birth

Jon Gearhart

The Dreaded Facade

Ever dared read mythology
And scoffed at what it had to say?
Such the very crux of it
Often seems quite full of shit.
Echoed rough in Roman, Greek;
Many truths these people seek.
They tried hard to explain it all:
Winter, spring, summer, fall.

Creation myth, indeed widespread
Blended throughout our culture it's said
B.C. records kept are replete
With fine examples of what we seek.
Wish and wish to find answers for
One's questions others voiced before.
Maybe we'll find the truth
Although it could be uncouth

The universe is broad and vast
Onto its board, cube dice are cast
No turning 'round now, just too late
To turn away egregious fate
I fear the big facade, near the end
As churches gather us in
And so I dare this harsh decree
Alert the people, I disagree

Jebediah

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A poem from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There.

Jabberwocky
Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Shhhhhhh!
This cryptic message, just a guess,
As those who take the time shall see
A message from that man, Lewis Carroll, himself
That has been transcribed for you by me

An extraordinary tale he'd tell
Checked within his ghosty jibber-jabb
Take the time, I beg, to see
His mad, embedded gibber-gabb
-- Jon J. Gearhart.

A Shaded, Mystic Heaven-Land
(Amid a Whubb-Whubb World Gone Mad)

Through the looking glass awaits
A vast hidden land of fantasy
For those few brave souls who dare
Just to make the thought trip with me

Follow me, the host, go into big my world
Down rabbit holes dug by thought we drudge
Just filled with chub-chub-chubby madhatters
See the mome rath, the bad Jabberwock, and such

Come one, come all, bring anyone
Go into my world, take them with you
Both young and old alike that they too
Can come to join our merry crew

And we will travel far and wide
To visit this place that none can see
Leaving our own world by thought
Then in wonderland we'll be

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