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All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel:
Of human ignorance I am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
Without you every morning would feel like going back to work after a holiday,
Without you I couldn't stand the smell of the East Lancs Road,
Without you ghost ferries would cross the Mersey manned by skeleton crews,
Without you I'd probably feel happy and have more money and time and
The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood.
In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea,
In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree,
Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears,
I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.
If we can not respect another
How can we expect them to respect us
If we can not respect someone’s beliefs
How can we expect them to respect ours
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
When I was a child I sat an exam.
This test was so simple
There was no way i could fail.
Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
Glory be to God for dappled things --
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
White dazzles my inner divide,
Black thrown in with my unruly side,
My parents wave me a lingering goodbye,
They have always nurtured my childlike soul,
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
timed-spaced-contracted sign of colour and stillness and decaying of dancing mind
natural things in no colour layers in motion
Oh, new city! I didn't see your colour,
The colour, that which paints thousands of mirages;
Which covers and faints the naked reality,
The colour under which;
but light in new colour field consciousness water.
My daughter is soo crazy about red,
A red shirt, a red blouse, a red shawl,
A red rice cooker! A red frij! a red washing machine!
Red carpets! Red curtains!
Many colours were made
For the earth to be a colourful globe
Nature to unveil its wealth
Mankind to show his unfolding personalities
Nature cries in anguish, the Creator's heart bleeds at the wickedness of his creation
In the beginning he made them male and female
Yellow, Black and White like the colours of the Rainbow he created them
In his image he created mankind, the creator is yellow, Black and White
One it is a colour
Two it is a fruit
no rhyme is possible being
for the simple orange
Living life from birth till death with purity, youthfulness as the colour White
The attitude to as certain what's not right and what's Right..!
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