Best Cargoes Poems

...Stay - One more golden morning –
Linger - One more silver night –
Abide tiny child born of my desire
To encourage a new life;
Watch with me the amber moon
Peek through moonbeams rising up so lar......

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......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hus......

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......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hus......

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...No rift in the unthawing ice
The sled took dark matter over crystals of snow
Here the water's thin bonds sufficed
And the one who led was the one who should know
There was no glory in the game
F......

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...
“Wind Song”




When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with t......

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...W as it just yesterday when
I found a vestibule
R ight next to my goals
E lse something is wrong, which brings
D elineation of a moral code!

I would set the world afire with political desire t......

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...Over the ocean's creed 
Lie in waiting with foreign breed.
Heavy metals laced the ocean's petals
En-route to the creek in cargoed cans.

Rice from the fields of Thailand,
Iced fishes from freez......

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...Twenty score years ago, and some
The evil merchants crossed the waves
Gleeful as they raped and pillaged
Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves

En route to the land of Liberty
Where all men are ......

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...For morning of day night of Danish wind tone beneath the grains of solomon steps
Travler journey note or notice is more then most can take of the meaning of found what is meant
Of good day.
More o......

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...blessing, butterfly, nature,

Butterflies And Sweet Breezes (Copywritted by didee)

Colourful butterflies dance on the tail
Of returning scented breezes
That coursed the meadows and moor's
Doo......

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...Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which spread out in the distance. 
Even the normal busy shipping tra......

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...GETTING  TOO  OLD



Her story told by old charts, scattered, water-drenched. 
Portholes all broken, shaft and screw missing :  a  wreck ,
Grounded  on concrete platform  like an old man sittin......

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...In all facets, its scent blows like the man's coil,
Stop, you are weak!
Now these words make you freak.
From afar, more you walk, here you dwell.
Ravenous? Then swallow grumble and toil.
Top; ab......

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......dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)

 
As I dream the sounds of morning sliver,
cut my senses; slow, persistent slices
pierce my eyes to ragged wakefulness.
The muffled cries of merchant hustle an......

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...3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many time......

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