Best Compensates Poems

I appreciate knowing nothing
    trying to let the weight of the world
 rest
somewhere out of sight
    viewable only through a glass tube
  or a scientific device operated with skill

     alongside this
   I...

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Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults burn holes in my heart as I walk in
The school corridors 
A sense of alienation hammering into me
I carry anguish...

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The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder,
keep their heads above water.
Time for walks with the dog, stoping to smell the flowers.
The body creaks where...

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time between seasons passes slow

Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow 
As  slowly the sun begins to climb

time between seasons passes slow

Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden  surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as...

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Sight disappears, irrelevant as dust
determination makes one crazy or brave
snatching the light anyhow, is a must
sensing danger even if it is a wave
compensates for survival which is just
but not independent from an unknown grave
restlessness available for a kind lust
as understanding extends its hands to save
view...

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there is a war within the mind that we do not understand 
the esoteric knowledge that invokes every man 

the human being is more then physical flesh and bone 
because the body of the spirit is not it's eternal home 

the being of a human...

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THE HATE YOU GIVE
By: Sikolwethu Mthethwa 

Shed a tear for the kids who never had a compassionate witness to all their pain
Caregivers quick to label them  dramatic or insane
Shed another tear for kids whose attempts to impress their guardians  were in vain
So they Decided to...

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I quell amongst the dischord words rely,
Upon the sole revivals am I prone
cross function is a dismay from behind
foundations of a style I'd call my own.
It clearly seeths in others, having heard
myself who, in a nutshell, doth reply
with verse to reimberse you where it dies
against...

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My limitation is my heart,
Head compensates sometimes,
But always runs after....

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When a young boy I was,

I equated ability with age;

The elderly must have, so I thought;

Age seemed to me all that counted;

I quested for the needful and the not,

Mama was a super being,

Papa was almighty god;

Their love for me helped my view,

As my wish daily...

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The dim past houses warriors of yesterday
whose  lachrymose trail of tears 
continue to whet the sympathy of one diehard
dilettante commissar born and bred
upon the soil those indigenous Tribes 
(with that ill-fitting misnomer of noble savages)
left their legendary mythic and epic legions of prowess
yet fell...

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Air breathed in, thick with sorrow,
The night too dense with pain,
This sunrise barely compensates,
For battles fought in vain.
 
Care has taken up its place,
Behind her weary brow,
Drowning out the happy sound,
Of friendly laughter now.
 
The pain that racks her weary form,
Mere words could ill express,
The...

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Word from dream, the act of becoming, then woman
From Eve to Anat, the rib dribbled on the sand
Love and worship from dust of conviction life's promise claimed
And we from altar to grave turned, wounded and maimed
What is left but the pouring of desire, the moon
Exciting...

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What is it about shopping that 
Appeals so to the women in my life?
And why can’t a man empathize,
Or plumb the logic found in “Book of Wife.”

Indeed the ideal clothes for men
Would be the ones found under Christmas tree!
Presumably they fit at least
And wife must...

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look in the mirror you prostitute

see what i see

you sleep with men for many reasons but none for love

you think it compensates for the pain

go ahead and spread your legs die more everyday

you mine as well be a hooker standing on the corner

you pass the...

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