History Note Poems

Pray, spare this man of a rare calibre, 
Fine, let him prove how good he’s as singer.

Soon as Malhar was sung, rain cooled the breeze,
Leaves...

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Words are very powerful, they aren't strung a mere story.
Money is a worthy note, it doesn't document history.
If man is of no class today, he...

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A sustained note sounded from across the river
Carried on the wind, destined for my ear
At first, I felt a shiver running down my spine
I heard...

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Were you not listening? The world was gasping
As you destroyed the homes of civilians,
Destroying villages with indiscriminate bombing,
Displacing hard-working families by the millions?

Now, we learn...

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At last, all my poetic duties done, now I can bask in the Sun
Oh, how a melodious and special event when completed with fun
To achieve...

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Never become a footnote
  —to a history lost and gone

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)...

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LEAVE the note upon the limb
of the oldest tree & cry for me
A sense of urgency 
  & if you sense fire my Love...

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And if I come
I'll bring the dew
Blended with  cruor
Of our veins

And if I reach your hand
I’ll become the tugboat
Of dignity and pride
Preserved with countless...

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Note book

Lying on her bed,
She stretched her hand,
To grab the note book,
From her bed side table.

Her arthritis crippled her,
Her movements are limited,
The only companion is...

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The Money Note 
Bad time for shipping and I had no work, slept on the sofa 
in my mother’s small flat, she sat up late...

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As winter creeps upon us
darkness caves in on us easily;
Why in haste like Mary in the gospel?
to break the news about the promise foretold.

A source...

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Before morning sun was dressed for the day, 
the white noise came and shook the darkness,
like swells swinging ships on the French Passage, 
cargo ships...

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It
Means nothing to me
They're his words
Written down
Forgotton history
He 
Never stayed around
Long enough to tell me

It's
A battle ground
In your own head and heart
I've found
Constant
Roundabout
Stoppin off
Between
Peace and
Pure
Confussion
Not...

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When I write this moon on my eyes
Who will read?
In what language will you discover
Your surprise
At the boundary of words
Babel high between you and I?

My...

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Hello, Farrah....
It's 7Am here, and cold
Just awoke, with,
Oh, Here We Go Again!
Fever, Pain, Confusion,
And Lots of Other Groovy Things
To Keep My Mind Busy...
Many more people...

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