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The things I observes, Become the observer and the observed They become part of my personality To the eyes of others, I become the subject and the object To them comes the subjective or the objective view And as I see them too, Any judgement comes from me I demote or promote....

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My friends, it is a dismal thing At such an hour to pound and ring! Let others shiver if they must, I shall not greet a sky of rust! Let first the air be half so warm As in this covered nest I form. And then, perhaps, if need of it, I’ll lift an eye, and half-way sit. Forever slept, thou fiendish, foul-formed...

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The octopus sometimes forgets Its suckers when gerbils it pets. It sticks to its arm, Then falls, to some harm, Which both of them deeply regrets. ...

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Who is like unto you among the nations, O Israel A nation with a good eye and a good heart Protecting its non-Jews as fiercely as she does her Jews ...

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A familiar voice sharing the past, Remembering a place that didn’t last. Sifting through ashes of another life, Searching for beauty amongst the strife. Anguish surrounds me, a constant storm, Cold and darkness, wanting to be warm. Deprived of love, empty inside, Shattered dreams, life denied. Unresolved injustice, mistakes and fears, Yet I mourn those lost years. No peace in silence when I’m...

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Entertainment on TV Or radio depends On funding from the government Or ads for private ends. Both PBS and NPR,* With Public in each name, Provide such joy for tuners-in, With years of much acclaim. From children’s shows to orchestras To journalists with news, The varied offerings present A host of different views. Yet now an order has been signed - I’ll let you guess by...

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beginning of May seems in every little way ~ way of a sea bay ...

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From every angel born To every shattered soul, From every broken boy To every soul restored, In the hearts of man I move to and fro. From being a lone hand To my heart enfrosed, From where it begun To where it was enclosed, For attention treatment They move to and fro From where it was observed To the hub of my soul. ...

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From every angel born To every shattered soul, From every broken boy To every soul restored, In the hearts of man I move to and fro. From being a lone hand To my heart enfrosed, From where it begun To where it was enclosed, For attention treatment They move to and fro From where it was observed To the hub of my soul. ...

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i admit, i am... shhhh! p l e a s e do not tell a soul this, but... ever and anon yes, i am indeed so afraid... of myself when the brightest of lights go ...

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Candlelight and Romance Suddenly, Portugal was flung into darkness electricity stopped, and nothing functioned anymore, credit cards were useless and those types of cards were the norm as people carried little cash in their wallets  the day was wounded, walked unsteadily towards evening, few had thought of buying candles, the town of Cascais was fearful and quiet  Having lived for many years in the outer corners...

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hiku & you & me are ENTIRELY FREE TO BE POETIC TRISTIC-HALLY Without any syllabic( 5-7-5 ) line restrictions, the hiku is the 'free verse' version of the haiku,similar but different ,a present tense poetic in another language - hiku is the written or recited equivalent to arts 'gestural spontaneous happening' POEM FORM LABEL= TRISTICH . ...

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For shining so bright, you burn out and die; for soaring too close to the sun, you fall to the hard earth below and crash: “Too high,” judge the gods; so, as lesson to us all, you're chastened for your lofty, prideful flight. Like Icarus,...

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Like a bolt, the sad news arrived - sent by her delinquent son who had deserted home. Her mother was concerned, nervous and afraid; her fear couldn't be allayed. Reasons refused, but she herself found a way: remembered the soothsayer she knew, changed her clothes, rushed to him - fear lingering, weak and shaky, her sight blurred, seeing nothing but the way. The soothsayer performed the prayer, invoking the deity, told of...

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