Condign Poems - Poems about Condign

...I swear tout de suite, that... My noddle ain't petabyte But just a condign floppy disk. So I could swiftly flush out some memories, And retain only what's necessary. I swear I wanna draft some ......

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... If the sin of pride is my condign curse; then I own it, and I can do no worse. If the world disdains me, not saying why; then I can stand it, though I want to die. Outcast for good, alone......

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...His voice raised, with the right hand And a proud, angry face to the sky, The sage chanted mastered hymns aloud; His strange mission was to send King Satyavrata into the abode high; The latter w......

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...grim measures for similar states successful, expressed for reliable mobs of absolutism, a gallery for Maghreb’s intellectuals with frail aims infringing mourning words, words of familiarity saved......

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...No favourites does lacklustre death play With equal fervour the doors Of paupers and kings he strikes Whether high or low He does not care At his summons All must follow To where their worldl......

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...I There are two ways of being in this world, the eagle and the serpent, sometimes called: while one seeks boundless heaven, wings unfurled, the other through low dirt has always crawled, and see......

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...How do you know what you deserve? How do you condign yourself so free? How do you know where your treason lies? How do you know thy true worth and thee? How do you judge yourself unrestricted? ......

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...Seeing, what others want us to see, Invigorate ‘them’, by subduing our plea. Tears inside, still continuing with a glee, Temporal affiance, desisting us to be free. If this is life then what are ......

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...There swims in each of us, a catalyst for dreams, an urgency that calls from shores that never were, a twinge of terror, lining distant paradise, uniquely all one's own. No one knows where all this ......

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...The thrust of mind on every plane relflects adversity... and life idealized is every life that cannot ever be. Profound, the misanthrope that operates behind the shadow of our consciousness. Pervasi......

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...(one of my very few macaronic poems. If you read even a little French, you will understand why I chose this form) Your tongue embraces paradox, Monsieur, in its perpetual romance, and most condign......

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...white light melds red streak bloody down the sky gravitational will, drawn constellations of tragedies kiss the mark, kind bullets shooting star, reloaded heavenly mess explained.......

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