Prophet And Loss

Prophet And Loss sonnet poems

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A rich man showed up at the pearly gate;
The rest for both the righteous and the weary.
He thought if there was question of his fate
That he’d get in by quoting market theory.

“I heard the poor and hungry when they moaned
And I knew that their help was in my vault,
But laziness and sloth can’t be condoned!
If they were hungry, that was their own fault!”

“But don’t say I gave nothing, I gave some!”
A vagrant asked once. That man had no pride!
So once I gave a quarter to that bum!”
Saint Peter shrugged his shoulders and replied:

“Well that’s a lovely story that you tell.
Here’s your two bits back.. You can go to Hell.”

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Davis Gloff

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Davis Gloff is a singer, actor, pianist, poet, composer and any number of other things. He has appeared in several films, including VERY small parts in "Gran Torino" with Clint Eastwood and "This must be the Place" with Sean Penn. Davis started his career as an opera and concert singer (which he still does,) and then moved into commercials as well as classical music Radio. He has written poetry, always to a form. He has written over 250 sonnets, and a number of triolets, because it's fun.Davis still sings Classical Music as a soloist often, very often with orchestra, because he's asked to, and because it's fun.Davis also often appears as an entertainer singing songs by many composers as well as his own material, which is almost all funny, and almost always politically progressive.Years ago, Davis was introduced at a performance using this phrase: "He's famous, and not many people know that." He now uses that as his motto.... because it's true, because he never takes himself too seriously and because it's fun.
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