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The young maricones and the horny muchachas,
The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,
The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,
And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
My Soul: I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
He was the sort of man
who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Many flies are now alive
while he is not.
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place
No singing sky-lark ever poised himself.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith!
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.
O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies
Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws
Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face,
Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies
Fit the First
'Just the place for a Snark!' the Bellman cried,
We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,---ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
Biden buys oil from our enemies.
Biden sells oil to our enemies.
Yet, he drills none for our own use,
Shunning common sense remedies.
Love your enemies
Keep them close
They are your best teachers
Muslim I am - nobody's enemy;
Hindus are not my enemies;
Budhists are not my enemies;
Christians are not my enemies;
I will do anything not to make enemies
But enemies I make
I make enemies with obedience
I make enemies with compassion
Ignored completely naked.
And seen to be,
The cause of wreckage.
Done to allow to do effective,
Who needs enemies?
Who wants enemies?
Who cares for enemies?
Who looked for enemies?
The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Inside enemy is more dangerous than outside one in the world;
Success of enemy over a nation is possible by inside enemies;
Inside enemies are the spies of enemy outside of any nation;
The unidentifiable enemies are the parasites of healthy body!
Friends are enemies
And enemies are friends.
Respected poetess Madam
Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan
[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
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