Best Ransome Poems

What is blackmail catering to one's 
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar 
watching the panting the empty air 
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting...

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My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees...

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Where will tomorrow take us
Only God alone can tell
A brighter future a cloudless day
Or an earthly living Hell 
How much of its our doing
How much...

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The man like a phoenix rose from the smoke
And we with the audicity to hope looked up and heard
The strange cawing of the vulture white...

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This is Lagos-
a welcoming address to all dignities
an old sermon preached by three wisemen
no praises or pleasantries at the entrance gate
Come and face your death...

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When to Jordan bank I came 
No where to go, I could not cross 
I knelt all broken and ashame 
Then a man stood there...

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Some sweet day I will be singing
Songs angels cannot understand
Earth's sorrows done, triumph winging
And I am in the promiseland

Some sweet day I will be singing
Songs...

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III
Return

Patrick had to deter the robbers 
	And thieves he met along the road,
		Ward off viscious creatures,
	Yet steadily he strode
			Until, at last, he came upon
				A landmark...

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Nothing Common In This World Is Given Freely,
Without Some Kind Of Out-Standing "Bill" No Matter
What The Case Everything, And Everyone Demands
A Price N' Cost Before...

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Last night,
when laid i my head to rest,
dreamt i a dream
dreadful;
I wept,though i was a deep in sleep,
I saw a baobab tree with three branches,
on...

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A man's first right is to his own country:
That place by choice that was his father's hope
Before. His breathing make its history,
Its death is his...

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Their was a clammer
   On the chimney
Movement about, 
I couldn't believe it
Some-one just knocked
         Santa...

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Day 
is night's heirloom
after-day
a ransome of Macoutes

The sculptor 
is a grave who
paints Pol Pot
in red costume

Someday
history may well explain
this violent shortage of coffins....

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The road is long, the distance too great
I struggle alone in this distant path
I let pride guide me-a most vicious evil!
Words were spoken and hearts...

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What now try our souls at evening's faint hour? I
Shall not let some heavy foot use this heart
Like a common shoe. I shall yet defy
The...

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