The Muse of A.G. Lamont: A Tender, Caustic, and Spiritual Poetry Trip into the World of Humankind

By Allen George Lamont

Some experts may conclude This scribe's endeavor at wit In prose or poem or blues Proves eccentric and dogmatic, And recklessly candid. The only credential offered To even qualify as a writer's factor Is his longevity Thereby claiming expertise In life, and the pursuit of solvency. Many, many odd years This Allen George has appeared Muttered, puttered, and cried Truth and justice from his eye That the equality of all must apply. Therefore, with this admission This muse politely makes submission Of his quips, bits, and fits About personalities, themes, and events In the world that mortals rent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781641409506

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Smiles and Styles

I bounced up this morning,

Cheerful as the spring.

Ready to embrace,

Whatever may be my fate.

The day was extraordinary,

Every passer-by smiled hello;

Surely all plans will exceed the ordinary,

And success follow wherever I go.

Aging Rut

I’m forty-nine

Believe it or not

It’s all in the mind

There’s that rut.

This matter of aging

Is a never-ceasing issue

All humankind facing

It’s silly deluge.

Time marches on

Someone has said

Maybe Time stands still

Is the better alternative.

The young are impervious

And perhaps the exception

The middle age so: nervous

At thoughts of looming rejection.

We want it both ways

Someone may say

Looking thirty-five

For as long as we’re alive.

Pet Mates

My Kitty is a kitty cat

My Doggie is rude as doggies get

I wish I had more space

To play with my pet mates.

When my canary starts to sing

The Guppy swims much faster

If the Hampster jumps through rings

The Cockatoo shakes with laughter.

There’s squirrels in the neighborhood

Turtles and rabbits too

They will often sneak into the house

Like snoopy critters do.

Yes, my Doggie has a silly yap

My Kitty is moody between naps

They simply need more space

To play like wee pet mates.

Dreamland

Last night I went to dreamland

I traveled by myself

I needed no one else

Because I know Sandman!

Of course I can fly

In my nocturnal journey

Or come back alive

After I die.

I am king of everything

In my marvelous romp

Answering the most puzzling

No villain can ever daunt.

So, before I awaken, I plan to

See my friend

Mounting sleep, counting sheep

As ever clever Sandman.

The Win

It looked bad

At the game yesterday,

Nine to four the score,

Seventh inning melee it was over.

The coach looked grim

At his team of rattled men;

01’ Ben walked three,

Loaded the bases, hurt his knee,

It was sad.

It was tight,