https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/user-355-kevin-dail en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 15:05:21 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10866-sailor-s-songs https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10866-sailor-s-songs to stand on waves that seethe, thrown spray like wet sparks in the wind; dropped into deep valleys shadowed by Neptune's cloak, then climb his gray mountainside, to crash through its soggy peak, then sink down, and up again. to feel the transient mood swings of gravity and ocean as a bipolar force; a psychotic episode suffered by the enraged sea's surface as it roars with nature's adrenaline. this is my razor's edge universe on which I sail with such joyous fear. ocean, sea, sailor, nature Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Wed, 28 Jan 2009 18:22:40 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10866 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10647-last-night https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10647-last-night I was a staggering reveler and you my faithful hound. we roared through the night, shattered with broken glass and empty shouted lies. no ambition but to imbibe an ocean of inebriation, with no thought of tomorrows painful, regretful awakening. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Thu, 29 Jan 2009 14:09:16 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10647 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10607-inauguration https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10607-inauguration a glorious time of transition a new master of American ideals and the passing of a painful past. the launch of a rocket of hope, its trail inscribed for all time on the history of our nation. let there be a healing of wounds, let there be a new and all American revolution of conscience, of renewal, let there be a new and wholesome peace, a united country behind a new leader of hope, the beginning of a new golden age for the world. Let it be so, for if not, the end of our ancient honor is nigh. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Tue, 20 Jan 2009 18:41:57 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10607 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10596-passions https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10596-passions love? oh, I have loved. I have given life and desire to love, passed it gladly on a platter of hope and had it returned, dead and cold. I have flown free with the birds on ghostly wings, singing my love with operatic joy for all mankind. I have been a prisoner in the dungeon of my love crushed and jellied by the weight of my guilty sorrows. I have loved lust and hungered for the heat of intimate sensation where romance becomes sex. but I have shared love and keep it now, close and secure in the palace of my heart, in mirrored halls where all is light and ecstasy. ... more Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Thu, 09 Jul 2009 20:09:59 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10596 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10595-parading https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10595-parading sometimes with guilty pleasure, I go upon parade, my clothes draw much attention, more than normal days. this habit rubs my ego in many needed ways, for inside I wear nothing which nobody can see, and so I march and strut and a peacock would I be. Kevin Dail The Poetry of Kevin John Dail Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:15:37 GMT /section-692-the-poetry-of-kevin-john-dail#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10595 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10595 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10595