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In the Simplicity it says I was clutching my therapist Laurie Boxer voluptuously at the end of the Dark Southern Night which in the complexity is the Spirit of the House. One can see how time has brought into focus the warped aspects of light through time.
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The Speed of Light - Richard Wesley Clough
THE SPEED OF LIGHT
RICHARD WESLEY CLOUGH
Copyright © 2008 by Richard Wesley Clough.
LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CONTROL NUMBER: 2007908496
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Contents
POEMS
Through The Course Of Time
The Last Spartan
The Woods
August
The Gladiator
The Dregs of Poetry
The Spirit of Greece
Once by an Idling Stream
Dark Southern Night
The Best of Whats Left
Cloughs, Their Death and the Human Spirit
POEMS
The Late, Late Show
The Army of Glory
The Ivans are Coming!
Between Life and Death
The Duke of Glanville
Man From the Mountain
The Omaha Marathon
Great Stories
What the Reef Sows
The Great Cloud
The Prophecy of the Dead
What escape Wrought
Mr. Hyde is Near
Biodide
PROSE
The Future Past
The Elements of the Game
Life in Price
The Spirit of the House
Escape from the Fat People
Croix de Querre
The Good schooling
The Spirit of a Woman
Only Glent Knows
The Disciplinary Order
That Mysterious Girl
The Black Hole Agent
The real Zombies
Moon Low
What is seen and Unseen
Visions of the Unsuspecting Pauper
What is so Good
A Weather Story
The Return Voyage
Marine Park
Classified
The Difference
The Special Program
The Late, Late Show
Since When
My Room
For Eternity
The Victims
Evangelical
Coup De Grace
Rim of the World
The Dangerous Girl
The Classic Story
The Apex of Time
POEMS
Light Verse
The Drama of Power
The Fields of Waverly
The Fall of Rome
Fortress of Darkness
Glents Redress
Tomb of a Soldier
Rhi Lavrador
Chesapeake
The Kaleidoscope
Great Stories no More
Beyond Chesapeake
Great Poetry no More
Inertia
The Ides of March
For Beast and Man
Buried Among the Dark Trees
Pretorias’s Party
PROSE
Never, Never Land
True Justice
The Ten Bad Ones
The Omaha Marathon
Taking Care of Business
Assassins
Spirit and Physical Reality
The Man From the Mountain
La Bitch
The November Event
The Escape
The Fount of Poetry
The Spirit of the Beach
The Presidency
The Rainbow Trail
Sands of the Beach
Reality and Illusions
The Power of a Woman
For the love of a Boxer turned Poet
When the Weather of Earth Descends
The Beginning of the Dillemma
A Hero
The Law
Important Points
The defendants Statement
Finis
The Aftermath
A Gripping Drama
Carrie
THROUGH THE COURSE OF TIME
Once upon a time
My life shined
In spite of the dearth
I found in the world that I reside
A world far divergent from peaceful
As if the tribulations were equal
To the things we thought were peaceful
So in spite of what people
Say to alleviate the deceitful
The worlds constituency was customary
To the degree it became ingrained
Like we were creatures
Who yet espoused the scriptures
With hopes of what they preached
Would make things peaceful
In vain people tried
To withstand laws that seemed contrarily evil
Forcing me to find the last people
Who were dead souls amid the wasted terrain
That highlighted a valley of death
Marked by my initial poetic dearness
Symbolic of what forces pervaded the people
From which desolation
Like Jesus wandering the desert
I heard the first messages
Couched in simple language like
Hip Hip Hooray we’ve gone this a way
Or Yippee yi yee reflective of the once innocence
Of the west that harbored the desolate
Place in which resided the last people
Who survived by some means
That were divine
Yet t still must tussle
In spite of the enlightening
Whose writhing power Iasted for decades
That answered things from the dark age
With insightful words
Like some epic play
That said owed itself to 187,000 miles per second
A figure that evil couldn’t equal
In allowing me to dispense
Words that might cure the lament
For those who wanted to be peaceful
So much so the original inspired lines
Became translated into real golden ore
The kind people wanted more
As it showed the greater Gods church
Held covenant overall
The necessary pace to free us from the adiabatic lapses
That had formed from our ashes
So much so it created the undertow
Carrying the evil scion Lord Skin
Away from the now hallowed shores
That became apart of the greater Gods bible
Something that spanned the universe
No longer shrouded in the nebulous
Bringing light on Galaxies near and far
That proved I had more than the power
Of two million
Which was just a estimate of the forces
Pervading the vast reaches
Of my literary firmament
Like how people swore in summer
About being swore
From the winter solitude
That always warns us of our dire reality
That needed something greater
To find solace
Even as death made some cry
The way it happened to Jesus’s life
Which was more than meant
To mean a temporal trite
This was just part of my chore
Where what I construed
Of losing freedom annually was true
Despite the illusion we lived freely
But then this took some greater complexity
From the prevailing simplicity
This is what the spirit of Anna Lee told me
As the rain last summer finally like the snow
Came pouring down on this Glent wasteland
THE LAST SPARTAN
From the deepest declivities of history
Condensed mans final symmetry
Around the time of Alexander
With women brimming with naiveté
And men derogatorily mean in their mentality
This would change either by Gods design
Or just men transforming time
Theirs was a Spartans reality
That angrily took women’s’ virginity
Setting them forth to sail more than from Troy
But into the dark ages
Fully testing their mean and agile chemistry
For the most part they’d emerge unscathed
Just for Hitler to throw most of them away
It was this sacrilege
That started to turn the weather into a unlivable gale
Just as the last Spartan commiserated
Over how all the honor of the Spartans was forsaken
By a world that rebelled
Against the imperial bell
That rang for all
Until all were smitten by God
Who could never condone their law
That said they were the greatest men of all
This the last Spartan saw
When his gallant girl made him recall
All the ardor before this winters fall
From her image he knew he couldn’t know those women
Unless he was back again with them
Lucifer most of been listening to him
By disguising the fact he thought I merely meant
Marble busts of those women who relented
To the passion through the ages
That brought Gods wrath upon us like mere pages
Now the vision is clear
That God was going to send all of us back to our dears
Only the last Spartan had a deaf ear
Since the girl was his mission
He knew he wasn’t carried off the field of Thermopylae
Just to forsake a even greater vision
To fulfill her evil mind
That had arisen
As strong as his fallen armies
This is why he used his last strength
To keep her from failing her mission
So the last Spartan stands precariously fastened
Hoping she’d love him for his passion
This was the end of the Omaha marathon
Begun thirty years ago
When the last Spartan didn’t know his position
THE WOODS
Sturdily they stand sentinel
Guardian of the sentimental
Including even venal acts that weren’t incidental
Their stoic posture is like a prism
Refracting light in different quantities
Making them appear light or darkly
Depending on ones peculiar personality
For instance the stranger from Philadelphia
Is a perfect example showing their moody nature
Of course I shall transcend the stranger
To look upon the woods again
Decades later to be refreshed as if by some cleansing wind
I can still hear that melancholy song
Like some mystic rite
That began my literary life
It seemed a losing fight
Only salvageable by their reassuring sight
No wonder there are those who throw flaming embers
As if to erase this Godly blight
This they do to cover their wounds in clothes
As they see me a maniac amid the woods
Whose only hope is the tom boyish girl
Who flirted here years ago
This the sullen woods promised
As the woods survive their fiery summit
AUGUST
How is August known
By summer or something
Cloaked in historical form
Yes Caius Augustus of Rome
Who arose from the primordial mess
Thanks to the swords
And the wisest men on Earth
Who knew the sunlight today
Was akin to that a thousand years ago yesterday
Particularly for August
That was always warm
In line with some climatic norm
Which is how August came to be known
Even if men didn’t fully conform
Like the barbarians
Who swept the Romans from their homes
It set the stage for me to hear my grandfather whisper
A snied commentary on Lenny Moore
This as Sandy Koufax threw fastballs
Past the greatest batters people knew
While I languished from some paradox
By the absence of some pirouette
Due to some social law
That said when I thought the least
I seemed more a parvenu
Than one who could leap
Which all stems from
My little towns August home
Where I imbibed the flashing light
From stormy August nights
This power is why
Rome dove from its heights
To insure my August renown
In this small town
Where I’m a singular man
By the myriad Augusts that rules the land
THE GLADIATOR
I stumbled upon poetry by some ancient chord
From an inner discord
For going contrary to my natural role
Which would be as a lover decadent in score
That metamorphosed itself from some internal ravings
I called Great stories no more
That derived from a timeless place
Indicative of all being caught in space
Marooned with nothing left to trace
But love letters to grace my grave
Instead of the worlds hearths
That were lost in space
Except for one Carries infidelity
Who would send me plummeting all around life’s gate
Where I could see it from here
Even if I couldn’t take her there
A lumbering dark venue
Known in Rome as the coliseums historic retinue
Where I was banned to stand of late
For its spectra recalling a great rift of hate
Between Rome and the Christian race
Since there their two bloods spilled
Amid the ancient shells creating this epistle
Only the Christians thought my role was in derision
OF what forged the present union
Which I now say wasn’t true of my position
Who gravely felt the tearing of peoples mortal dispositions
As if it were an ungodly vision
Which proved how the gladiators weren’t evil
But fair game to some extent
By a civilization that didn’t know what God meant
Of course this was going to change
Yet for some reason the gladiators were blamed
For all the pagan ways
Nevertheless has he transcended the battle of sexes
Beyond the mere illusion of the women wearing dresses
Who could still feel the surly roar of the crowd
As he fell by the blows to his head
In a arena that killed the senses
He shared with all those holy people
Who would see him as the antithesis
Of the bloody demeanor
He was known as
The gladiator
In this vein it was almost in vain
How he tried to prove his good name
To the gallant girl
For whose lust he felt so much shame
But like the days when they all sang
At Rome’s glorious day
Once they saw him fallen against the grain
He was certainly destined to fail
Just to one day stand tall among the cheering throng
The champion of all
Except the girl who might see how she was wrong
Which thought had given him the strength
To renew Rome’s imperial state
THE DREGS OF POETRY
Such a picturesque little enclave,
Spoke the stranger from Philadelphia
Somehow he knew the score
Underlying Mary’s treacherous role
This was what his copy of the dregs of poetry told
He who was profoundly touched by its lore
What he thought mostly about
Was the diabolical armies that aligned themselves
With the evil the hero fought
Alongside them just to be turned out
As though his greatness would ruin their life after the rout
This the hero construed as a legion
Protecting every region
Of his existence like he espoused treason
Of this foulness the stranger drooled
Thinking of why this happened to the hero
Who had fooled
Most of the enemies with his deceiving interlude
That derived from this idyllic setting
That hid Mary’s treachery
But of this the stranger didn’t care
He was more interested in the sprites lair
That female who enlivened the hero
On his deathbed
But don’t tell the hero
Who sped forth full fledged
To bring more than the holy bread
Back to Hitler
But to prove his anger at the girls underwear
Who scoffed at his heroism
By the forces of the legions
That guarded every region
Which all went to show how he was a hero
To find her spirit inside a dilapidated houses sundry window
This was something even the legions couldn’t keep hidden
From the man who was bidden
BY God who even told him of the new religion
This wisdom still couldn’t satiate the heroes vision
That lay etched at the base of a tree with the initials
Of stricken Robin not the hero
It was more than this the stranger envisioned
More like the whole panoply he was more than a secret witness
But the actual resurrected hero
Who somewhat sadly carried
His copy of the dregs of poetry
Back to Philadelphia
THE SPIRIT OF GREECE
When life meanders placidly like a river
Before furiously frothing when rains deliver
Then suddenly it appears above the turbid tenor
A zephyr connotating a immortal paean
Stemming from the glassy Aegean
About the time of my sweaty use of Sheila
That says this is the highest moment of creation
That transcends him from a mere proponent of poetry
Into Hercules
By the greatness inferred by those clouds of antiquity
ONCE BY AN IDLING STREAM
From the dark and dour streets
I found a creek
Its water was blue and deep
It lay beside a highway
And contained fish good to eat
My uncle led the way
To that which I’d call pikes creek
Because I caught one within its blue deep
Just a few months before it was overridden
By a new highway to hold the peak
Of modern societies social leap
Of course a myriad new automobiles
Something strangely I didn’t seek
In later life unlike all the rest
Which then made me seem like a freak
I didn’t understand what made me think
To be uncouth in the ways life seeks
When so many had less means
While I just thought about idling by a stream
Somehow when that creek was all muddy
Harboring little of what once was a mysterious creek
It predicted my dalliance
From what others preached
Theirs was a sacrilege
That only desecrated my secret creek
The omen was the frightening viper
Writhing below my feet
I winced knowing little
Other than the desecration of my creek
Now I know what progress means
Life doesn’t slow down
As society reaches for the peak
That doesn’t allow the wonder
Of idling by a stream
In the years that passed me by
I often thought of pikes creek
Until it became a blur
Until resurrected by a freak
Who found the time
Against all that people preach
To write once idling by a stream
In the momentary eloquence
That defied what I should think
It shows we’re like computers
Who are programmed from our earliest years
To find the beacon
From which stems the fruits of what we think
Even if enmeshed by the same morass
That destroyed pikes creek
Because through it all the story remains
Just like the streams blue deep
In time it froths a tempestuous row
More like a river flooding the streets
With concepts like megalomania
Bespeaking the authors mental state
Who has been accursed by something foreign
The same way construction
Destroyed pikes creek
The world may be polarized
Into a direction that stultifies
But there are beings who assuage
What others trample down under
Like how I once was idling by a stream
Seeing the goodness of everything
Indeed through the years
Its now becoming a bad dream
This is why it is now so clear
By these incisive means
Since experience creates a great rift
By what one knows and what one sees
Like how I once was idling by a stream
There’s