Long Practised Poems

Spiritual Mahjong
Your Move Lord

Is there a God?
A benevolent entity.
An eternal presence presiding over me.
A creator, watching and observing.
All knowing.
Is my end determined and conclusive before it begins, before I begin?
If so, then to what purpose...

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 TUAN TATA : Song of Uda - I
by T. Wignesan

(Patrick Noone, a British anthropologist, discovered the Ple-Temiar tribe living isolated in the jungle highlands in the State of Perak on the west coast of...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among our friendly group
I myself am partial to some tasty asian...

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It's weird to subscribe to the following:
Heaven
Past lives
Ghosts
Nothing

It depends what suits in the moment, perhaps due to being taught to 'have faith' and not question I got a little carried away and started collecting a...

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You were an Afghan, Farid Khan by name,
A name less known to the world today.
You ran away from home,
Because your own step-mother plotted against you.
Now you were runaway-Khan!

You chose to be a knight-errant,
Soon became a...

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ADDENDA
READING ALOUD Reading a poem silently ( as  compared to aloud)is the difference between staring at sheet music and playing the music on an instrument.Recitation  equates poetry to the experience of viewing a painting or...

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Obsessed

Hours and hours practising 
“Practice makes perfect!”
Others have described Antonio’s playing as perfect.
He has played in spectacular locations. Even before Kings and Queens. One day Carnegie Hall, 
the next day the Britannia Panaopticon Music Hall,...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                            ...

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My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the transporter room where I'd dematerialize
And within seconds I was aboard,...

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Eleven years later and the young boy from the corner,
kept up with his scouting and a leader he’d become,
Two people were so proud of every one of his achievements,
The leader who first met him, And...

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EXERPTS   FROM   HITLER’S   DIARY   1941

"I never travel without my diary, one should always have something sensational to read . .
 . " Oscar Wilde, 1891 

Tues ...

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~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~
Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on
She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own
Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated
Although...

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OK  Let’s get started, huh?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, on this sad occasion, it is my painful duty to welcome 
You all to the farewell meeting convened in honour of our beloved Uncle Hector. 
We...

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Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet, Author, Actor, and Model: American Historian.

Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Australian Poet (Born: 8th July 1954)

Robert Lloyd Sherriff - Follow if you want to be a better poet

An Ode to...

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This world wouldn’t be such a great place to live                                               ...

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Whilst cute quotations, and perfectly formed sentences have been reared and pampered on the lawns of perfectly kept estates...

These words...
These words have been sweat.
These words have been cried. 
These words have been bled. 

These words have been...

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Part Two

shrinking you again within our ruwai
though always fearing, always cringeing at the thought
of the day
when his brothers would come in numbers
bearing fire-spitting engines
over the sodden earth
in search of you

« My people… my PEOPLE…
Will avenge...

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Listen close, I want you to know,
my dearest wish before I go,
is not to be a posthumous poet!
So if you’d give praise? Let me know it.

As I write to satisfy my poetic drive,
praise that’s priceless...

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Beauty of December
Cause weather is calm and cool
When good friends remember,
About vinyl from the spool.
Joys of Santas’s goodies
When we were small back then,
Mother and her cookies
Six men wiser than a pen.
No sweets sold in market
Mother...

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I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???

Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions...

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Today once more on this old seat
I mused amongst woodlands deplete 
of leaves where Autumn acts the churl,
watched winter smoke’s caress unfurl

Like ghosts that rose to touch the sky,
spirits of men destined to die
who could...

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Charlie the chimp lay in the grass and felt a bit displeased
while the rest of his group screeched and climbed and played,
swinging about and chasing one another in the trees
sniffing the bottoms of the friends...

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When I was a boy of two or three,
My dad and cousin said to me;
'You'll be the gee-tar player in a big folk band',
‘'With those six little fingers on your right webbed hand',
-----------------
So he went...

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Rejection A Practised Skill of Mine

Rejection is a practised skill of mine,
I receive manuscript rejections all the time,
Sorry your book project isn’t the right one for us,
Maybe you could add some vengeance, fear and lust,
Getting...

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Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories

Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat

Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled

Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia...

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