Sixtus Osim Poems

So short a dream like morning dews
So fast a thing I never knew
Would fly like dove and melt like frost;
Sometimes a guest, sometimes a host
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Wretchedness is a state but not an end;
Not a law but just a phenomenon-
For as one day, baby becomes a man
And a joey turns into kangaroo,
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Last year in summer, in the month of August,
I saw my my little child stumbling on the dust;
I stopped and looked, and behold, ITS sneakers were gone;
There were some little holes that made them look rough
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Of all the things that dwell in heaven,
There is something grim in a woman
That has destroyed many heroes and kings
And has also ruined some thrones and kingdoms -
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One day I caught a little bird,
And brought it home into a nest,
Then gave it some corn and rose bud,
Yet, away it flew to the west.
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Dear Carolina, I like the way you walk
And also admire the way you talk.
Your legs are long, they have such haunting lines
That get your calves so neatly aligned.
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The world which we see is a compass
That soars from grace on to grass;
There are but just two days on earth -
The day a man is born - beginning,
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When you rock and roam around town like bee,
What else do yo think your future shall be?
When your mum and dad had sent you to school
And you had turned round and called them old fools
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When the gentle painful nudge shall come,
It shall loom from grimy rumbling sky;
How ignoble in reason when it comes?
How certain it will strike like a spy
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