ENOCH JOHN Poems

I cry
embittered tears,

my tears
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'Twas a most solemn day
Of that most the world would say.
The Rose of England would pass
Her still form in a gun carriage alas.
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Oh Mother!
You have been so brave.
Oh Mother!
You have stood the test of time.
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like kites
emotions rise

to choke
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Yesterday was only the staircase that led to today
Today is the bridge that stands between
yesterday and tomorrow,
And tomorrow may be the dream we all have today
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Far from the ever-pervading abysmic sphere, here
in this terrestrial place of tranquil peace,

filled to overflowing with the essences of her fragrance,
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Far north, where majestic fjords litter a mountainous land,
From whence had sprung many a Nordic myth,
Three red roses float as cadavers close to Utoya Island,
a stark reminder of a crazed crusader
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Seekers become finders
And finders usually become keepers;
Keepers of the rich heritage
Given freely to the sons of men
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Were I built on sand, I would crumble,
Were I some mountain, I would stand tall,
Were I a valley, I would hide below.
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Many noble men
Many ignoble men....
have stood back to back
And fought in trenches
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