Long Xviii Poems

In hell is called Malebolge a site
Completely made of ferrous color stones  
As almost all the rim around looks quite.

Of the malignant field the middle zones
Are the seat for a well much wide and...

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                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is...

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EARLY POEMS XVIII

You didn't have time
by Michael R. Burch

You didn't have time to love me,
always hurrying here and hurrying there;
you didn't have time to love me,
and you didn't have time to care.

You were playing a...

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XVI: Who was wrong...

Who was wrong I cannot say
But often keep pondering day after day
Thoughts to which attention I shouldn't pay
But the heart simply won't be at bay

Wonder who was right, both if at all
But...

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Well over a hundred years ago
The illustrious Vincent Willem Van Gogh
A genius somewhat like Michelangelo
With thousands of artworks in his cluttered studio
From the sublime to the grotesque for show
Might have been better off working as...

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 - breath blushes blue between us ...

you ask the question
THAT question
so, you're requesting rationality, lucidity
when you stand before me dressed in pure starlight
ONLY starlight, with moon drops in your eyes
splashing your coy smile like...

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How much of fate is shaped for us at birth-
   how much is figured to be circumstance?
A story now I share with you has worth
   to show life may not be...

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Began this earthly journey with an empty mind,
   then, my gray matter started accepting all kinds of information;
   often me, and my mind have a long conversation,
and when I want to...

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I don't know, 
weather God speaks on English or not? 
But that is exceptionally important
for us  
learning as quickly as possible
this exellent tool
for business, global managment, 
human rights and honestly governing - 
for the...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : XVII - XVIII

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XVIII

IF you pull a long dopey face
The least one can in this case say
You don't belong to the eskimo race
Who lament the sun sunk in iced bay

Now...

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Trauma—it is near and dear to us,
There is a need to embrace it,
But it spits at us like a wild beast,
Not wanting compassion—

Nourishment is its need, 
And justice is its desire—
Resolve—it longs for relief,
For unspeakable...

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I.
Father,
my knees
quiver and quake,
they bend
then break
like a reed
ensnared in
the tempest’s throes

II.
My sanguine palms,
stammering in fear of
Your reprisal,
whimper in their
muted state,
rendered silent by
their barbarity

III.
This timber crucifix,
once a cradle of joy,
is now the abandoned son,
that I cast...

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I promised you I’d never let you go
and when each summer came, you’d find me here,
but when I said that, it was years ago!
I'm wiser now, and things have changed; I fear
I cannot let you...

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Maroon man
Broad back, true mouthed
Flinging fire to frolic in the face
Jamaica man, Saint Ann sprouted
Long lignum vitae of the race

Belly clean
Platform devoted
Africa's champion, noble will
Great scholars by new men quoted
Your voice from Harlem here rings...

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We welcome days of spring,
fledglings are on the wing;
I hear them sweetly sing
in skies of blue

Our farmer’s up at dawn
spring lambs are being born,
they’ll play from dusk till dawn
as babies do.

I’ve grown pretty flowers,
which brighten...

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T,

Whipped in with the passion fruit pavlova 
your love dangles me, caresses me 
so so delicately;
tongued, swirled, teased
then tasted
~ ~
oh so so heavenly 
sent and enjoyed 
on this 
my very very special
Christmas Eve night

a dessert...

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If loving how Donald doth rule
Did you worship bullies at school?
The wealth off our backs 
Will pool at Goldman Sachs 
While you fools and mules are his tool!


Author's Note: It is evident that Mr. t-rump...

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We maneuver moonlight with such finesse
they often call us children of darkness;  
I touched the copper dripping from my fangs
upon my lips this liquid life force hangs; 

Warm daylight’s melody will decompose 
stars cradle...

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SONNET XVIII
FOLLOW CHRIST

Not to be More Catholic Than the Pope
–often said but, what if
What if the Pope is not Catholic Enough?

Hello, here is the point,
That in the Race of Christianity,
No Man However so Esteemed
Esteemed and...

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wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil'ette slackened

wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits

wedged wit ain't manipulation:
pruning pored...

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