The Chronicler Poems

For I say unto you -

The pot sniffer once ate meals,
A son and his father,
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Save thy brethren
Their call to prayer
Through this stormy night
A'plunge they dive
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Morning,
How thy grip hath held down fortunes,
Sent men out griping in ruins,
Remorseless it dances to the tunes,
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This and that,
Our world is black and white.
It was before us never perfect,
And remains after us imperfect.
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A woman long suspected her husband.
Then she caught him
in his act of promiscuity.
The husband wailed,
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Sleepless nights, wandering mind,
As the orbit circled, my heart does wane;
When shall love find me, pondered I.
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Idà n b'àkọ jẹ́ -
Yet revel in the aftermath.
Then come that day,
When it lay bare in the cold,
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Beneath the moon's soft glow, we stand so near,
The waves embrace us - whispering our names,
Your hands in mine, the world fade, crystal clear,
In ocean's depths our love ignites it's flames -
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...nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
My voice sank deeper than my tongue,
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I stood by the water bank,
The vast earth before my eyes,
I sensed the massive flat earth,
They looked to me likewise.
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