I wonder fierce of twilight's call
When day closes or so it seems
And wish that longer life be held
By sailing journeys deeply shrined--
Lengthier be seasons, I'll wait ,
For more dances of life...hearth's glee
My fervent hope that borrowed time,
Stretches wider than fate's design
Till last morn snuffs all heartfelt dreams.
9th Place
A cat may look upon a king;
even dare to turn and ignore him;
walk arched-back before the throne;
make the dais his very own;
sleep beneath the royal footstool;
and kings allow the feline’s rule -
for though none crowned the brazen cat,
no-one loves the rat.
More than just the right to be,
the puss has licence to roam free,
with status shrined by what is done
because he hunts what others shun.
Low born, low bred - yet all know that
a king must look upon a cat.
City centre water bender
bind it not make it hinder
puzzled boats lacking thoughts
paddles muddle thrine cuddle
leaving behind all the huddle
must i speak or forever keep
such beauty can never weep
doth thou art history
still remains mystery
shrined still flickery
observed by human unusually
to love and pass all boundary
by boat by last its Venice
doth mess with Denice
Martin was a man of mettle Kingly to the clan
Athletic in prowess the pristine preacher's son
Registered first as Michael, he heaven's rapturer
Templed his genius above the common A grader
Interned to Moorehouse, forsook a health degree
Nurtured in theology later and fed with philosophy.
Luster of tongue ladling a lintless mind, he shrined
Ultimate tenets of peace from Ghandi who went first
The tenacious trumpeter to black civil rights inclined
Hedged us morally in the discourse; demonized, cursed
Excess of Ham demanding a seat at the table of unity
Rightfully, because of Martin's new vision of mutuality
Klans folk fire bombed his church, and then his home
Incacerated, hosed, stabbed, the work tolled his life
North and South reluctant states of mind full of foam
Giving place to honor the gracious giant in this strife
Justice justly deserving his judicious capital journey
Reclaiming the promise with savant prose and oratory.
America
Who made thou free,
thy soil-sublimed,
thy bliss to be?
America
O blessedness!
Fount beyond
thriven-promise...
America
shrined Liberty;
the dream for lost
old sailors'glee
America
of morning- Rise!
Beauty for youth
in pending-skies...
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