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“Friends, Americans, countrymen — lend me your fears.”

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Friends, Americans, countrymen — lend me your fears.
I come to divide the nation, not lead it.
The evil that I tweet will live after me;
the truth will be twisted by nationalist drones.
So let it be with America.
My critics say I am dangerous
— is that so grievous a fault?

America, you have enabled me.
Obama; Bush; Bush, Sr.;
and Clinton were honorable men,
Despite their various differences,
all honorable men.
But I’ll make America chaos,
subservient only to me.

My critics say I am dangerous,
and my critics are honorable men.
But did they entertain at great rallies,
where hatred made your heart full?
Is it this that seems dangerous?
When all are are divided, no Union is left;
Nations should be made of sterner stuff.

Oh America, thou art ruled by brutish beasts!
For you have lost your reason!—Bear with me;
My prescription bottle is in my pocket,
And I must pause to tweak.

~ Trumpus Antonius

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

 

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“The Philosopher,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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She’s a painter in oils in the land of the blind —
and a sculptor over the dead.
The deaf will demur to her poetry
while epics roar in her head.

Like Cassandra, who spun futures
so dolefully from frenzied lips,
Her words are as mad to insensate hearts
as sea-sunk towers, desert ships.

Would that I could assuage that hearth
where her discernment smolders —
my hands around the hard and the white
limestone of her shoulders.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

 

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“Evening Mood,” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1882

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“Contagion is a Despot Poet,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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Contagion is a despot poet. It
releases fatal verses from its throne.
Its alabaster palm will lean to sow
what words will wind within their binding strictures

each arriving low, in permanent cursive,
at the many nadirs of pages — each
to immutable conclusion,
to shared, indelible metaphor:

dirges upon April mornings
eulogies at afternoon
rimes to loss at rayless night, as stars,
so slowly overflying a singing, dim landscape of endowed poetry,

are indistinct, indifferent.

 

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

 

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“The Writer” appears at Every Writer!

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I am grateful tonight to Editor Richard Edwards for publishing “The Writer” at Every Writer!

I’m quite happy that Mr. Edwards felt my poem might appeal to the readers of Every Writer — especially considering what an important resource Every Writer has been to the independent literature community since 1999.

You can find the poem right here:

“The Writer,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

 

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The Piker Press features “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks”

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I’m honored tonight to share here that The Piker Press has graciously published my poem, “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks.”

Once again, I’m indebted to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to join the creative community of this wonderful weekly journal of arts and sciences.

You can find the poem at the link below:

“Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

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“The Writer” will appear at Every Writer!

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I’m honored to share here that Every Writer has selected one of my poems, “The Writer,” for publication.  Editor Richard Edwards passed the news along to me this morning.  Every Writer is one of the oldest comprehensive resources for writers on the net, and I’m grateful to Mr. Edwards for allowing me to join the creative community there.

I’ll post a link here when the poem appears.

 

 

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“An Ode for Fellow Replicants,” by Eric Robert Nolan

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(Dedicated to Philip K. Dick)

What if the Internet is an android’s dream,
And we are the electric sheep?

Dick would know at once
our artificial people:
every boy a Roy,
every girl a pleasure model,
trying to pass as real,
inwardly concerned with their design:
“Morphology. Longevity. Incept dates.”

On Facebook,
“More Nolan than Nolan”
is my motto.

If I, in my genuine moments,
could greet my jpeg face
hiding in his electronic words,

he’d go offworld or die.
After all,
“It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker.”

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016

 

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