Martyred Poems

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the
only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks
your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually
drunk.
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Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
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This is a song to celebrate banks,
Because they are full of money and you go into them and all
you hear is clinks and clanks,
Or maybe a sound like the wind in the trees on the hills,
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The Sacrificing Of The Poor Heroes For The Independence (Epic)
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Either they would be independent or martyred they told
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Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.
God must judge the couple: leave them as they are
---Whichever one's the guiltless, to his glory,
And whichever one the guilt's with, to my story!
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October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
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Now comes the evening of the mind.
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the page
Where you sit reading by the garden wall.
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Heard ye the Gothic trumpet's blast?
The march of hosts as Alaric passed?
His steps have tracked that glorious clime,
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Oh, may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
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All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
And, stung to rage by his own darting fires,
Reaches with grappling coils from town to town;
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I.Written March 29, 1864.1.
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
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A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
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Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow,
Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free,
Stung by the mob that came to see the show,
The Master toiled along to Calvary;
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When Father Time swings round his scythe,
Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,
So that its juices, red and blithe,
May cheer these thirsty bones of mine.
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A country where women were subdued and named
By the society as "abala' or weak, delicate, powerless;
Proved to be an amazing eye-opener for the entire nation,
As hundreds of women marched with gusto, style,
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The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now
To laugh at them, were she to see them here,
So brave and so alert for learning how
To fence with reason for another year.
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Why shall I mind, why?
Birds fled to the aquatic side,
The sphere is vertical,
The sphere is vertical-
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`If you were mine, if you were mine,
The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
The sun would set, the moon arise,
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I used to stroll along in the pedestrian way,
Most at night times for close of the day,
With an anticipation of being so relax and calm,
And also searching for something like balm.
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I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best,
As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests.

My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving,
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Golden lights and lengthening shadows,
Flings the splendid sun declining,
O'er the monastery garden
Rich in flower, fruit and foliage.
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(Paika Bidroh in Odisha (1817)

The brave, not scared of graves,
live beyond and awaken us
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While good soul was busy in creating a charm though dirty,
The bad soul was not sitting idle, was busy in his own duty,
Bad soul filled in the vacuum of the vacant dormant beauty,
Thanks to the good soul but I feel smell of a scent and its whispers,
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In summary a brief extract
from Syrian Orthodox Archbishop
Nikodimos Daoud in a July interview
with Russia Today.
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Sitting back today in a New Year
Thinking of the news I did hear
Of some gentle souls who have departed
And others I held strong who to me were martyred
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Haiti
Is a long ago
Kidnapped country
Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
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Before the thought has thought itself.
In the mind of our beholder
An immediate spontaneity,
Encounters vast invasions
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Last Words by Qiū Jǐn（1875～1907）
- the first female Chinese revolutionary martyred
towards the dying days of the Manchu Dynasty
- Translated by Frank C Yue
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Funeral Couplet for Xu Xílín, Martyred Freedom-Fighter of the Pre-1911 Revolution in China
-by Dr. Sun Yat-Sen (1866 - 1925)
-Translated by Frank C Yue
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Suicide,
the death of the self

Consciousness martyred
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How fast life goes! How slow we feel!
When someone dear leaves us for real.
How hard it gets! How tough the deal!
If they're sublime and have ideals.
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