Long Preach to the converted Poems

Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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Quake in the shoes
Worn to conceal smallness
So miniscule they feel blues
As they hate the greatness

Flying and plying its trade
Among the insecure
Who bully and raid
Any remedies meant to cure

Voices too faint
To discomfort the strong
Fed up with...

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Nothing Is Something

There are so many trivialities to throw you
Things that matter, but don’t
Irritations that pass in the night
Important in an instant, dead in daylight.

Nothing is permanent, I preach to the converted
Everything passes, but stays
All...

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