Twas the night before match and all through the land
Every student was stirring–in fear of fates hand
All the rank lists were sent with the greatest of care
In hopes that Doc So-and-so would grant their dear prayer
For in just a few hours, at high noon precicely
The server would jam as we all log on nicely
Some with a scream and others with tears
Will see where they’re heading for the next couple years
Oh Match don’t you fail me, please find me a place
One with the training you just can’t replace
As I fall asleep tongight–if I can sleep at all
I think of where I might be living this fall
No matter the locàl, no matter the city
I be living inside until I’m pasty white pretty
For interns are abused as much as they can be
Living in hospitals without the sun friendly
Noon will come soon, our first choices in sight
Merry Match day to all, and to all a good night
David and Julie Keith
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
One of my favorates when I was younger in high school.
It’s national poetry month. I will try and post some of my favorites as well as some of mine.
I wrote this poem a long time ago. like 5 or 6 years. I
was in a bluzy mood and wondered if I was going write lyrics for a blues ballad, what would it sound like. So this has no attachment to anyone in particular, just was trying to catch a bluzy song.
Sour Note Calm
by David S Keith
A sour note calm has got me, lonely times are ahead.
My baby’s gone and left me, lonely nights in my bed.
Sour note calm hangin’ round me, full of unease and suspense,
Working me with its rhythm, in my present tense.
I can feel my music changing, sour note to the sweet
The rest I need is a comin’, a’ drumming to the beat.
Sour note calm keeps me draggin’,
Sour note calm keeps me dry,
Sour note calm keeps the sun down,
Filling my blue with dark sky.
Sour note calm is a fever, burning on my mind,
It seizes me with its fingers, wraps my heart in a bind.
Sour note calm—let me go now, the sun’s gonna shine on me.
You think you’re the Master of all men, but the only Master is He.
Tonight my tune is a changin’, steady on sure to flirt,
A sweet girl caught my fancy, pretty lips in a skirt.