doug bentley Poems

in one corner of ring
stood deng xiaoping; *

dwarf of man,
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(i)

we don't have real pleasure.
we don't have real pain.
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Consumed in love the shaft of desire
and lust for all takes charge of heart,
as love's dart, Raphael's arrow of fire
golden tip dips, silver in soul to part
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this isn't about
how your head turns muddy red

when you lean against the wall
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soldiers are seekers of justice.

they greed on the whiff
of blood of terrorist;
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in the years ahead will these few years
be accounted time we touched heaven's star,
and that pure glory reflected in your eyes
mean more to me than anything, by far.
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there is a door.
for it to open-

dream-weaver door
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the coming of that lawless hour anarchic
before advent of celestial beauty,
when mystic tactility new magic
produces, outer space inspiring telepathy
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Richmond, * square
town built underground

to feed fears of those veterans
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In garden of golden flower
bluegreen algae float on purple

water. unseen by eyes uninitiated
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