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The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
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I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
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I
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
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Can I explain this to you? Your eyes
are entrances the mouths of caves
I issue from wonderful interiors
upon a blessed sea and a fine day,
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A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
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Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi
Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
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Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? –
This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave:
Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands,
Soundly asleep in your state room, full sail for the Goodwin Sands!
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Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.
A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
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. When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare and open valley,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.
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Powered by the super power
of the sun of electricity
the peace prize promoting city
the vacuum cleaner, dusts
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A reign of impunity by Northern-led Federation
coupled with the anarchy of 'wild, wild west'
of mid 1960s-unrests, had ushered in the military
in a putsch that highlighted ethnic borders in blood.
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It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.
It is not the houses. It is the spaces in between the houses.
It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.
It is not your memories which haunt you.
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In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
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No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they’re ‘longing to go out again,’—
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
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ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child.
SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como.
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'Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
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clouds of angry concrete dust
born of rubble
born of ugliness
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THE Argonauts now stemm'd the foaming tide,
And to Arcadia's shore their course apply'd;
Where sightless Phineus spent his age in grief,
But Boreas' sons engage in his relief;
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THENCE, in his saffron robe, for distant Thrace,
Hymen departs, thro' air's unmeasur'd space;
By Orpheus call'd, the nuptial Pow'r attends,
But with ill-omen'd augury descends;
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By Stanley Collymore
Jesus Christ as a person existed
and his biological mother who
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During the Peloponnesian War, it's long and long,
Athens is weak and weak, not as strong.
And she's in disaster after Sicilly expedition
Generals disappeared on the miserable mission
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By Stanley Collymore
To the prized idiots, hypocrites and
purportedly Master Racers who
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The lines of poetry and the scents of Frankincense & Myrrh make me rise as a rising Kemet as prayer changes mankind's nature and his mind limits.
The lines of poetry and the scents of Frankincense makes any human during Covid stand from a distance.
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Survivors
Poetic Daughter
We are not victims, we are Survivors
We are stronger than we have ever been, we are Survivors
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if suddenly one day there was a comet strike that cracked the earth
a paradigm change or fragmentary body breaking up with air shocks
possible surface impacts extreme temperatures pressures producing
nanodiamonds in sediments destroying contemporary civilizations
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when distress disaster great tragedy strikes
urgent necessary great recovery can progress begin
after first cautious tentative careful steps
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They are saying
That the hospitals
Are battling to keep
The survivors alive
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Gordon Highlanders, sent to Changi prison,
Were told they were going to Thailand for a holiday
There they were set to work on the Death Railway
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