Iii Poems - Poems about Iii

Owa Clement Adesuyi Haastrup Ajimoko III by Adejola Joseph Sagacious king Prudent king You are an embodiment of knowledge Encyclopedia of principles One in a trillion A king with an uncommon grace I jealous your star my king A king like no other Ade a pe lori yin sir Bata a pe lese yin Irukere a di okinni my...

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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence, Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound, Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed. The sun never set on your empire, Charles, But neither did its shadow. At seventy-three, you ascend a throne Built on the backs of broken nations. Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger. India remembers...

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On this day the… thirteen colonies broke away from British Crown~ forming USA ...

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Don’t mind their judgment or wilt for their say— Once mortals behold you, they'll all drift away. You won’t need these petals or roots to remain, You’ll be sung in sonnets, not whispered in vain.” Lotus said all these words with such great love A love too polished, too practiced to shove. It wrapped around Rose like the promise of a...

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Blasphemy, truly— To treat a poem like lab equipment. Smearing souls on damp napkins, scribbling overwrought sorrows. We are sacred, young lady. Vessles for disciplined sociopaths and occasionally, prophets. Not therapy couches for freshly wrecked teens. Yet here you are— dismantling verses with the rollerball pen from middle school and deliberately gothic tragedies. “I’m figuring it out as I go.” The audacity. But fine, if you’d rather, learn...

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...Gobayth’s mind was nearly crushed, this was his life now, it appeared, and all sorts of depressing thoughts flooded his mind that first half-year. Was this what life was really like for most of the souls in this world? An endless, unpaid drudgery, with slashing whips always unfurled? Was this how ‘settled’ people lived? Is so, then why bother with life? How could those outside...

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1. To Fly My father was an admiral, and so I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight to be a pilot seemed the way to go: ship-sailors were committed to a crate. Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’. The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!) 2. Rubicon Crossing Some nations follow rainbows, I am told: we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and...

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LAO TZU ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS III The Valley Spirit by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The valley Spirit never runs dry, the river to whom all waters run: the Spirit of our Primal Mother. Deeply rooting Heaven and Earth, to most eyes a delicate veil dimly seen, yet a never-failing Fountainhead. Adhere to the Feminine by Lao Tzu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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First, remove the eyelids— they hold too much fiberglass. Grind streetlight into gunpowder, cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk. Take the sidewalk like heretic communion, metal-flake wine, asphalt host. She blinks razors. Stars break in her clavicle. You don’t touch her—you calibrate. Banana fingers, bruised and humming, plucking vapor off the fencepost. Storm-laced teeth. Voice as hinge, breath as cordless vacuum throat tightrope over a cheap motel dirty...

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Moist sheets tossed aside soaked pillows Side by side single mattress She was exposed drippings Dime sack and tree rings brittle snowcats Green sight meet brown peepers Plumb late April Boreal Plains humidity Abittor Unami eau de cologne electricity Thin plain pink blanket on the window Air conditioner recirculating Salmon rays preen her face Noon spring afternoon the rain stopped the sun...

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...And come the day she had free reign, provided she not leave, no heavy tasks upon her, she had worked more while still free. She explored the whole of the keep, she ready his ancient books, went down to the kitchen and gossiped freely with the cooks. She recognized this wasn’t what she thought had been in store, and honestly,...

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This morning, my yard was hopping with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping for pine needles, berries, and cones, perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes, to entice partners for this evening's bebopping. The fox said to the wolf in a huff. "We're making this problem way too tough. You take that goat, Sandie, and I'll take that lamb, Randy. And we'll split Porks, if that ain't...

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The Dragon Riders Saga III You nor he may yet know his birthright or even his name Long have I watched you both and why to him it was now I came You'll need the Armor, shield, sword, and talisman to win this war You two are prophecies last hope and one this world cannot ignore Born and trained for...

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“A Diary of Occupation” Vakulenko Volodymyr’s last work (Banned in Ukraine) eastern part 20% Diary of Volodymyr Vakulenko — painful and true records that the writer kept from the beginning of the full-scale invasion and during the occupation of Izyum and his native village of Kapitolivka in Kharkiv Oblast. Dangerous to the Russian occupation force A...

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Man... nothing but , bloody dreams and tears.. ...

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