Woman Rubaiyat Poems

There will come a time when color
Has no meaning to our neighbor
Like it was in the beginning.
Life for the world will be kinder.

Harriet Tubman, born...

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 Draped in the darkness of the night
In a weather so dull and blight
Sad thoughts like a deadly shooter
Come out to bombard her outright

Shaking off...

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On the train that I rode today, 
into town I was on my way. 
You never know what you will see, 
out the window were...

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What makes a man?
Is it the smiles on his face?
Is it his manhood that makes him who he is?
Tell me what makes him so right?
Is...

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Fairy Hills are gone, with his curse, ruined.
Can this hero be greater than her sin?
Did Father, forgive? He was her desire -   
Oh...

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Holy blood and water flowed out from death
Scent of water scattered the whole earth 
Graves torn down, lifeless bodies gained new life 
Heaven opened and...

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The sea is aglow with her memories
Seaweed meadows of deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries

She drifts the illumined...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three 

Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman
Clad head through bent...

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The Ancient Mariner of the parliament square
Like the mariner he was, a scrawny, skin unfair
A loner with a glittering eyes, possibly a bit touched
A Clint...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty-One

The Tent-Vendor’s son kept whining and wailing on the road
Such that none could even hear their own thoughts...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Eight

Other media meanwhile busy with who’s sleeping with whom
Relying on New-Sweep and Thyme to make loud front-page zoom
Mainly...

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I think to myself: I’m safe; I am sound.
Crime in this neighborhood rarely is found.
Night’s dwelling means peace on my little street,
yet thoughts in my...

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As I make my way down the street
The air is crisp and there's snow at my feet.
Then the crowd's mouths become agape,
And a woman lets...

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Observe the bending of tree & flower.
To rages; a gale… in tempestuous hours.!
Rain deep in curtain, makes interplay;
Fresh night skies, await the sun in power.

Morn...

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