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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not to be derided for its weakness but known to draw its calm from a corporate sense of self (its many-ed history) that tyranny (in the long blow) lacked the will to break that heaped-up suffering gave to sufferers a balm and through such evolution (such dog-eared mystery) there would grow an end to the strong is right mystique and that ordinariness unarmed (however weak its knee) could hymn its own upstanding (as honoured as a psalm) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) though evidence was mocking (less song than threnody) i savoured the impossible without a qualm (ii) and sought to make it practical – to bed worn earth with a seed that tried to answer those dire conundrums (making of every longed-for scene a landscape bleak) to bring exciting prospects to a life of humdrums reveal the spirit-ordinary in its dancing worth yet the visions my dreams gave voice to failed to speak they fell foul (inevitably) of panjamdrums but even amongst those who grasped a notion of their girth not one could get the fullest beatings of these sun-drums the simple clarity the dreams had turned opaque and after thirty years (too frayed to fight such dearth) who should know better (so much beaten by life’s tantrums) i believe in flower-power (the triumph of the meek)
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