Best Arrogating Poems

Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen* – XXIV-Part One

The Uhr-Father of the embodiment of spiritual power since the Middle Ages must certainly have been the Witch-Doctor of primitive societies who shared power with the Headman of the Tribe (to which each of us separately belongs).
The...

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they crossed a wide savannah
and found the water’s edge
lashed wood with vine to find 
that laid beyond the horizon - 
that is what they wanted

they shored upon novel rock
came across new forage
and animals - and ate, 
satiated, they lay - 
that is what they wanted

other...

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He has a caring heart, he has the passion 
He came to his own, his own accepted him 
He came to render selfless service to his people 
The burden is upon his solder, he's ready to bear it 

He set the vision and he is...

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they crossed a wide savannah
and found the water’s edge
lashed wood with vine to find 
that laid beyond the horizon - 
that is what they wanted

they shored upon novel rock
came across new forage
and animals - and ate, 
satiated, they lay - 
that is what they wanted

other...

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This imprisonment of clay, 
this putrid jarred tint subjected to time's defeat, 
this cankered vile contagion. 
tossed to and fro as on a sea with unrelenting  anchorage of ease, 
this worm, ephemeral in the bay leaf of existence. 
this dirt of appointed time, fixed...

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COPLA TREINTA Y NUEVE: This Bad Guy World

In cauldrons of faith gods fester
Legions of bigots follow blind:
Some sane more mad

In between shades of good better
And the best taint all of a kind:
Motley mass mud

Between the gods and the mad mass
Lodge those bound by rituals rites:
Usurp...

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I'm not unmotivated,
It's just hard to feel excitement when the only side I've ever seen of it, 
Was a mauled reflection 

I'm not disheartened, 
It's just hard to feel accomplished when its only ever been a withered flower in a cemetery garden 

How could I...

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