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What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
Women from whose loins I sprang
When the birds of Eden sang?
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?
So I lie, who all day long
Want no sound except the song
Sung by wild barbaric birds
Goading massive jungle herds,
Juggernauts of flesh that pass
Trampling tall defiant grass
Where young forest lovers lie,
Plighting troth beneath the sky.
So I lie, who always hear,
Though I cram against my ear
Both my thumbs, and keep them there,
Great drums throbbing through the air.
So I lie, whose fount of pride,
Dear distress, and joy allied,
Is my somber flesh and skin,
With the dark blood dammed within
Like great pulsing tides of wine
That, I fear, must burst the fine
Channels of the chafing net
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More than air
More than water
More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
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With your being
A Little help from your smile
Let there be beauty then!
Come...
Create a beautiful day
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They came from far and wide,
Some had a comfortable ride,
others suffered the strains
of non-existent trains!
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सभ्यतायें सहज-प्रेम न कर सकीं,
माँग सूने समय की न वह भर सकीं! !
रुक्मणी को सदा सुख मिले स्वर्ग के,
राधिकाएँ तो बस साधना कर सकीं ॥1॥
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because.....
I don't know who wrote and quote me
becauseiamapoem.
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It has been a while
Since we talked about
Our life; kids, jobs, homes
And places of visit like that;
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Baby don't you think
That the world is living
Much too fast
Baby we don't have to
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De Tiener Bloemschikker
Tientallen jaren geleden heb ik bloemen geschikt
niet als mijn beroep,
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Wish they were here
All my friends who died
One by one without getting old
Some are brave hearts
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A smile on my face when I meet new people,
but as soon as they leave it deforms,
because I start to wonder,
How organic was that last one?
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I love art and I love history….and I love how each one is transcended
when, to my joy and utter delight, the two of them are blended.
On a bluff overlooking the Missouri River in South Dakota stands one such blending of art and history…the sculpture of an indigenous woman in plain dress…her name is Dignity.
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Birds, in their perching
On the road side tree, paint white
On black-top surface!
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The Teen Flower Arranger
Decades ago I arranged flowers
not as my profession,
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