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Friday Is Cruel

fears and excuses
white deserts
new moon in
virgo
solar eclipse
thursday pass over
signs of earth
careful plotting
meticulous planning
shadow of the sun
dark mass of land
thin rings of white light
friday is cruel

aug 30 2016
2.56 pm

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Shadows of Her Gaze

shadows of her gaze
fragrance  waft
emanate in flashes
wind blows
warmth of the embrace

she walks
in the pinnacle of 
my imagination
an angel
lights up
my turbulent dreams
a godess
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Dopo La Tempesta

esplosione de energia
rapida curve volu-
ttuose di
la tua innocenza flir-
tare angeli into=
ssicati dal
patroni di amre
di marca

ballare in bocca
di una tempe-
sta occulta
testimonionza
del passato
alta voce
de un vento che
circola
noi stiamo prepa-
rando nostro le-
tto d'amore

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Her Rivers

odore scura de clorofilla
manghi stramature
in potiglia
innamarota di
i fili d'oro
dita vergini interpolano
la gentilezza e un viaggio
attraverso i campi
bruciato  i papavero
che circonda i templi
in rovino
di amore appassionato
i suoi fiumi raggiungono
in profondi
laghi di desideri
sotto la superfici
calma de pace

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Sunday Is a Holiday

sunday is a holiday
not for a poet in burning fire
who made days and weeks
sun was circling around the earth not too long ago
poor copper

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Beatitudes

i have taken
your spirit soaked in poverty
blessed are knocking on the doors
you rain on me
i have borrowed
your mournings and its comforts
we lie on the sand singing
i have pledged your
meekness to inherit the dancing earth
we dance to the tune of love
i have stolen
your hunger and thirst, justice prevail
and we are full, mercy we give, they
are merciful, i see, we eat steak
and drink red wine of water
i have joined the purity in your tender
heart heaven is visible now we are
i have inherited your peace  n we are the
children of love
they persecute us for the sake of our
righteousness ours 
is the kingdom
we escape to the end of the hunting world
preparing for the rapture

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At the Gym

creaking rust
spread to my tissues
am growing masses of
bulges appear out of hi-
ding sweat trickles odour
of yesterday humming like
tropical mosquitoes escalati-
ng the growth of surreptitious
microorganisms girls on the bikes
giggling and gossiping i watch like
a saint middle aged mamas perspiri-
ng ammonia and urea swirl in artifici
al air black clad masters instructing lov

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Longest War On Cancer

cancer is a crab we die from too
anarchy of criminal cells ineffective
policing of the immune force dwindle
we eat poison and drink fluoride
without our consent  we are helpless
we dont prevent or even unaware
years of anarchic cells uncontrolled proliferation
a lump here a bump there
blood from the holes change in bowels
they send you to test in their labs and brand you
you are tagged more tests blood sucked blue arms
they give you poison in your destroyed veins
they burn your tissues to death radiating and 
they cut you for fun and spread the seed of death
fake promises studies literature you are tired
the longest war of the richest land total disaster defeat
war on cancer they dont want to cure

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Steak and Wine

we are eating the 
speed in the lim-
b of a graser
the clotted blood 
fear of the bulging
eyes, of the rib raw
very rare tender loins
blowing coals of an
open fire grilled
fermented purple grapes
in the black valleys
of summer ignit-
ing the thirst 
we become animals now
by the side of the co-
zy bed in pure da-
y light

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Basics of Metre In Poems 1

rhythmic structure of a verse
 study of metre prosody
patterns of syllables of types
stressed syllables at regular interval
qualitative
long short short dactyl
long long spondee in dead classics
alexandrine twelve syllables in french
five characters in chinese all rules then
people had lot of time to spare
sequence of feet is a metre too
stressed and unstressed like people
five iambic feet are iambic pentameter
paradise lost and sonnets
trochee is stressed unstressed reverse of iamb then
spondee anapest dactyl amphibrach pyrrhic
metric cousins
iamb in two anapest in three common modern english
unrhymed iambic penta is blank verse
bill and milton liked it rhymed pair of lines in
iambic is heroic couplet now for humor