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The Promise

The stars are my witness, 
to the moon in the sky
My wishes be granted, or 
these tears I will cry
For as the stars rule by 
night, and the sun by day
I hope to get my wings, 
and travel up away.

For some time in the 
navel of wishing from 
storms
We keep our own 
together, from termites 
and worms
The penguin and the 
dolphin, the vulture and 
dove
Are in all loveliness, 
witnesses to our love.

As in mornings lovely, as 
in mornings complete
This basis shall we live by, 
till our end we meet
To keep our souls 
forever, together as one
Never to fall in battle, or 
leave one alone.

A thousand eyes seldom, 
fall upon Eden's ears
But if we be just an eye, 
the lesser the tears
The stars are my witness, 
to the moon in the sky
My wishes be granted, or 
these tears I will cry.

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Ne'Er Praise the Plague of Plenty, Green Or Brown

Ne'er praise the plague of 
plenty, green or brown
Nor drink her wine, nor 
lust her harvest-tide
The greatest fist of luck in 
loss would drown
If lent to test the strength 
upon her pride.

The blessed straws of 
little shall suffice
To bind this plague to 
dust and yet re-grow
As sunshine brings the 
warmth, and snow, the 
ice
The little lessens less and 
more, bestow.

Ne'er curse the little ones 
orphan'd of much
For wealth abides in 
hearts embraced by ease
Ne'er bless the richest 
purse, content at touch
For sweetness lies 
beneath a fort of bees.

When fullness shall ne'er 
sprout fom plenty time
Why leave the grapes for 
seas of tasteless wine?

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A Valediction: of the Poor

I seldom bred a token for 
despair
Out of innocence, 
meekness, pain or worse
I'd rather wear the sand-
hill, plucking air
Engaging folds of plants 
in cold discourse.

I seldom pleased the lure 
of brilliant pleas
Nor gave mine ears to 
beggar calls and cries
I'd rather cleave to 
laughter, ringing breeze
Impress'd in kennel 
choirs of rats and flies. 

I seldom flew the tales of 
tomorrow
As said in gatherings of 
public clowns
Exchange all cheerfulness, 
in mine, sorrow
I owe nothing to men, 
nor homes, nor towns.

I seldom felt the hands of 
wealth and fame
I know I lived a life and 
lived w'thout shame.

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How Well Have I Been Judged By Fate and Time

How well have I been 
judged by Fate and Time
I dare not say to praise 
engrossing grey
Wherefore I'm lent to 
weariness in prime
The years of rested 
dreams, myself decay.

A pile of bones replaces 
youth's vigour
O'er woes upon regrets 
of parting-meet
Memoirs of days behind, 
the years devour
And grind in tend'r-less 
soft'ning, bit to bit.

What shall remain o'er 
couple years ahead
I dare not consider, 
deflower or think
Lest grief unto my heart 
is spun and spread
And fast into infinity, I 
sink.

I shall return to tell my 
ev'ning years
If infinity, Fate or Time 
outwears.

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Let Me Full Upon Thine Eyes

Oh! Let me full upon 
thine eyes
Before the temples of the 
ice
To save to self, the 
greatest joys
Which in thine offerings, 
employs.

Though I am not of 
thrones or crowns
I never leave to others, 
frowns
I'd never suit(in coins), 
thine art
But trust in true virtue, 
thine heart.

Let me into the soul 
within
And cleanse mine heart 
of staring sin
For lo, the cloudlets, 
downward lent
The manna for thine own 
content.

Therefore in such a 
tender glance
Belong to me, if so in 
dance
That I shall all the 
wonders see
In all the balls of tarried 
glee.

I thus presume and so I 
must
That this conceal en-
softens crust
For never in this feeble 
time
Has earth lingered, and 
fled to clime.

For who in Heaven, earth, 
or sea
Has seen thine offer, as to 
me
Is met with greater 
pardon, blest
And soars to Heav'n, 
when Hell, the rest.

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No Soldiers Here

To die midstream 
moonbeam of rosette 
bloom
Unseen to down-pour 
whites of greyness grown
Be poisoned spears to 
soldiers gone too soon
From country-cuddling 
hold and seeds unsown.

Through wintery cold of 
dewy-morning scorn
Where lies comfort in 
dreams of homeward 
force
The soldier's toil be made 
the clarion-horn
To cheering crowds of 
clouds to rain-remorse.

And dust o'er dust, the 
soldiers buried, reign
A waste of years before 
the waste behind
As mourning silence o'er 
medallions feign
Dethrones the rest and 
battle-days remind.

THE EPITAPH
"A soldier shall ne'er 
grow to death unblest
Unless uþon regrets, be 
laid to rest".

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Is There a Place

Is there a home beyond 
this market place
Is there a fort beneath 
these 'Westing' seas
Is there a time when man 
shall bask in grace
Is there a time for flow'r-
o'erflow appease.

I speak in tongues as 
wisdom ploughs no way
But tread confused, the 
breath of yonder men
I speak in tongues for 
cheerfulness to stay
But tread confused and 
seek comforting den.

Is there a place where 
screams are heard and 
felt
I ask the lurking crowds 
of sunder waves
Perhaps a citadel on 
Heaven's belt
Beyond the reach of grief 
and lusts of graves.

Conclusion stands a curse 
and silence, worse
Is there a place of mirth 
and mild discourse?

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I Too Have Tried An Escape

I too have tried escape 
from tears unshed
And in other temples, 
taken ill sides
Silence does conceive 
prisons in mine head
And in every laughter, a 
surge of tides.

Tribulations do not a 
merry find
Nor happiness ensure 
from standing gloom
Therefore in these 
moments, I keep to mind
And make tents of quiet, 
and tears, a room.

For once I tread a path, 
and so alone
To make riches of 
mourning, and of sleep
No kinder flesh enlived a 
single bone
And it was in distress, I 
made to creep.

Therefore in mine offer, 
to please the self
I have made calm 
bargains, and kept to 
mind
That in shelters of bliss, 
the sadist's shelf
Is what I detest so, and 
what I find.

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Evening Grief

How high my hopes I 
humbly heap
To weed my sorrows, 
rest to own
How loneliness, I seem to 
keep
How deep in grief, my 
heart is sown.

No cue of cheerful 
compromise
Nor mercy, vast as land or 
sea
Nor velvet clouds a-strow 
the skies
To lend me tears and 
chastity.

I've sprouted lust off 
deary friends
And lost the glorious sea 
of love
Whither I rolled in Heav'n 
descends
Whither I slept on arms 
above.

What webs I've woven, 
blindly still
In words so dark, so vile 
and vain
And roughly, fast, I fall to 
ill
And bath in showers of 
growing pain.

The winds of sorrow, 
forth and back
Are blown so oft, I pale to 
grief
And piece to piece, I 
drown to black
And piece from piece, I 
lose relief.

Alas! I curl to living-part
To sleep as infants new 
to breath
The art I own, I owe to art
In vast regret, I'm swept 
to death.

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A Dream: On Death

If for some reason, 
breath abandones me
And pipes in pride to 
muse an eldern glow
Then think I past the 
odds of chastened glee
That breath is prime in 
death as seconds grow.

When past the borders 
stretched behind a gate
A saint be asking "how o 
how o how"
I shall engage discourse 
to mock this Fate
And curse "be made to 
flee, I plead thee now".

When strong remains he, 
"die", I say there hence
And watch the being 
embrace a smokey form
I shall then sing a plea of 
dusk-silence
While wings affright my 
game in uniform.

Perhaps I must despoil a 
room in Hell
Or wait upon the Lord to 
death, counsel.