Long Citadels Poems

“Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room”
by William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his...

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OH How it is very plan to both thee and me!
This twenty-first century is Red Chinese!
They have taken over most of South America!
And they are promoting Latin American dances
and Latin American culture! Those counties

are not...

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Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity,
Two kinds of people are born, woven into the fabric of the cosmic destiny,
Most people are those who cannot think, only...

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Our young people, enrolled in today's public school systems! Are being taught to stand up and fight bullies! And by doing so: stand firmly against them.  Frequently, the anti-social behavior of these younger bullies...

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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A...

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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.

Historical pages cling romantically to...

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Sire she's been sighted
two miles south of Sinai,
our sentinels say she has brought a river,
her baggage train stretches into the ancient sands,
the envoys of her retinue spoke of marvelous gifts,
beasts and creatures of the Orient
gems...

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How in the world do you prepare a loved one for dying?
What if you as well as others have faithfully prayed
For your love one's healing? But instead of improving,
It only becomes much worse. And you...

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Before that day splashed  everything with light
I  played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
      ...

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Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never...

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(I.)

Of Ulysses, Homer's Troy And The Wrathful Gods

I, who am of the ancient tribe of trees
  Climb slowly.

Eons unguessed, ere I shall see the crest
  Of the blue towers, - love's high citadels
Hath...

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In an endless night, under the velvet sky, I lose myself in reverie—
A map spread out before my eyes, white as an untouched manuscript,
For those without imagination, an empty place, a desert of meaning,
But for...

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An orphaned paradise where wounded feet
Must hymn the breath which gave it life and light
Despairs for harmonies which subtly meet
In whirlpools where bright genii wake to fight. 

Asleep along the foaming shore there lie
Two citadels...

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Castles






Medieval towns, the citadels,
as fortified large ornates fascinate,
Engulfed my flaming true passion
that still echoes inside huge walls,
Sound of glittering brave swords
that took to a cowardly deceit,
Condemned moonlight
as we met used to greet,
Midnight shadows over walls...

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Which is the greatest conduct of them all,
which one denies terpitude & futility most strenuously,
which exhalts productivity & nobility most vigorously,
is there a single method of action, behavior of best results
that is preeminent & priority...

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Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny  

Born from the scorn society pours on freedom
Curtailing every...

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What makes you think of all the lies laid down
Like pavement bricks in poisoned ground
Cracked and gray like prison dust;
Who makes these rules...
Who do you trust..?

What makes you think in all our Books of Law
Where...

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I want set fire
To white paper
Make black char into pale pictures of ash
To burn desire
Till the vapor
Like broken scintillations as sunlight crash

Though I dream, yet
Still I hunger
Still I hackled shudder with each crack and scream
For...

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I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze
igniting one by one the jewels of...

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and what's new in that... the resolved issues are useless... just like the brittle texture of the skin and the old flesh beneath it... only a long yawn succeeds this sort of inevitable self-disappointment... If...

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When Tyrants Tremble

when tyrants tremble
at the fury of those who tremble no more

their veneer of stability seems rotten to the core

when the trembling ones shake off their long-hushed fear

the trembling ones
tremble now with a rage...

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Mirage

On this journey not knowing how it begun,
sensing only the thirst and the heat of the sun.
My feet in agony beyond comprehension, but anxious to go,
wondering if the village with the in, will soon show.
The...

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Whatever happens when days counted as weeks?

And years counted as astrological countdowns

What ever happened to disco rap battling drums?

On streets filled graffiti and sand castles

Whatever happens to shoes with no laces?

And bras with no straps

Backpack...

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In today's world, where the old citadels of disciplines have melted like mist at dawn,
We now live in modern sanctuaries where the sky is pierced by towers of glass,
A society of fitness temples, skyscrapers that...

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Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and 
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands, 
Too late did our vaticinators previse...

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