Jon Gearhart

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The Land of Beyond
by Robert W. Service

Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trail overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let's go to the Land of Beyond!

Have ever you stood where the silences brood,
And vast the horizons begin,
At the dawn of the day to behold far away
The goal you would strive for and win?
Yet ah! in the night when you gain to the height,
With the vast pool of heaven star-spawned,
Afar and agleam, like a valley of dream,
Still mocks you a Land of Beyond.

Thank God! there is always a Land of Beyond
For us who are true to the trail;
A vision to seek, a beckoning peak,
A farness that never will fail;
A pride in our soul that mocks at a goal,
A manhood that irks at a bond,
And try how we will, unattainable still,
Behold it, our Land of Beyond!

An Alien World
A Ballad by Lord Gearhart

I have been to an alien world of the sky,
Taken by a big golden ship
Disked through heaven at a warp factor seven
That was a very fast-paced trip
Once you'd been, you'd ask to go again
Ask, beg, deal to beam and fly
With a life unknown out from our earthly zone
To an alien world of the sky

Standing on a hill of their planet you'd thrill
At seeing its five acid moons above
And breathe all fresh air and have not a care
For pollution they'd never heard of
The daylight did show that heaven did glow
As its beauty caused all to sigh
So dead bloody silent no one was violent
On that alien world of the sky

Hail that Creator of the world of the sky
That Maker of all that is
For all things to see [above, where it's free]
The wondrous marvels of His
They'd make a sad cad a very glad lad
By vast beauty that showed to an eye
You'd know it then after you'd been
To an alien world of the sky

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A poem posted by an alt.anagrams lurker.

"Hey and away we go
through the grass, cross the snow
big brown beasty, big brown face
I'd rather be with you than fly through space..."

"we get big hits of this bong
rose up, baby, where we drift along
scorch a roach on a sunny day
brought her what stash grew, by the way..."

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Two variants of the first Awardsmaster's Challenge.

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

-- William Blake

Lion! Lion! Mighty critter fly in
He'll take arm, hand; get feet, shin
What a bloody burger fit for him
BTW -- My future seems grim...

-- Gearhart

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

by William Blake

Moon! Moon! Flaming light
Beams fly by far tree in flight,
The beauty truly brought a sigh
HE made it ride; it lit the sky.

Mr. Warren F. R. Crew

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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