Long Plural form Poems

Q:  Who are the modern day  people of Philistia mentioned in Psalm 83:7.

A:  They are located in the region currently mentioned as Gaza, the western
      bank. ...

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- Let’s start from the very beginning!
- Ok, I know, it’s a very good place to start.
- If you want to know how to read
you have to learn the alphabet.
As far as we are not...

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Give children oxygen at least one time a day
Give infants bottles filled with empty promises
Use binoculars to witness criminal activity
Keep neighbors at a distance, say from here to Mars
Keep thoughts to yourself, never in your...

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Undiscovered poets hear me, to PH draw near, 
This just might be a good chance for your views to ring clear.

An email address you need to get up and running, 
Huge monkeys it‘s said could...

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Diamonds

We all have so many diamonds that we own,
but we think of them as glass or bits of stone.
We often sell them as cheap pieces of junk,
but yet always we think of them as unknown.

The...

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Solstice…  

Solstice…

How can I drag myself without divine wine?
I am falling, and I need wine to be mine.
Being inebriated has its own joy,
To me, heedless and headless both are just fine.

I am tired of...

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 Imperceptive



Tell me how painful it’s when we all die. 
Is it more painful than life made me cry? 
I am not living; don’t ask me why. 
Too many shadows are passing me by. 
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Enlightenment

What is this consciousness that feels so sublime?
They told me that I am conscious of my time.
It is all gloomy and dark with lots of pain.
If I'm conscious, is it virtue or a crime?

Do I...

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Like the distant sparkling stars
You are, always looking at me
And by serendipity
When I happen to come across you
Your smile sheds tumultuous hues
But to disappear like fugitive dew
Okay, my dear, let it be so
The secrets of...

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The Four Seasons…

It was spring and I was young when I had wine.
I was singing and dancing and doing fine. 
The wine was so divine, made my blossoms glow.
The spring is for the youth, makes...

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voices skating secrets across the rim of a wine glass,
breath advocating a glance. Plucking nerves like a guitar string
wind revealing the liars tongue,
never failing to encapsulate  
the quiet tuck,  serenades of existence

pouring solitude...

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Sky aglow upon your reflection
Blue eyes of glass bestowing affection

A symphony segueing perpetually,
A Psalm of praise ascending gradually

One by one you extend along,
Road by road you chant this song

Heights you reach, you soar, you shimmer,
Your...

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The die are placed on the board of our lives,
Both sets of eyes, horribly kept shut,
The exchange of fantasy from reality; and the stage set,
Here, turns are not given but literally taken,
An entrée of malice...

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