I ask not shadows whence they come,
Nor where their silent footfalls lead;
The grave is mute, the mouth is dumb,
Yet still it speaks, above the land.
The dead are writ in flesh and stone,
In echoes cast from ice to flame;
Their march is onward, not alone—
We follow, bearing blood and name.
They go where time has lost its teeth,
Beyond the crown, beyond the rod;
Their ashes drift in winds beneath,
Their spirits rise and rest in God.
It matters not what tombs proclaim,
Nor how the mourners bow and weep;
For in our veins survives their claim,
The dead still guard the lives we live.
So let me walk, though night is vast,
Unfearing, steadfast, to the last.
Categories:
why, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Why didn’t you love me?
Can you remember? Hmm. You can’t
My poor fate hoped a woman. Yeah
She is a top. Top lady. I waited. In a pub
Never came. Hmm. Passed the years
I became a hard alcoholic single man
Loved this amazing linguistic woman
I needed for love and language teacher
Hmm. Never came. My honest heart is in pain
I needed this lady for forever love
For a noble lifestyle. She and I. A star
In the sky. Like the Curie couple. Hmm
Just a dream, my life. I loved life. A life
Still
Loving
Last
Time
Categories:
why, fate, life, love,
Form: Free verse
What Can't Functions
Divert
Divert to
Diversion bill of assembly program text
Fault line
At fault line
At fault line data structure
Funding language of global variables
In hedgemony or
Supplemental grant writing policy
Development Funding and Policy
The importance of information and capability building with particular
reference to Tonga
Russell C. Taylor
September 2018
Thesis Submitted for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy from the
National Centre for Research on Europe at the University of Canterbury
Supply and Demand economics
Thousand Oaks California possibilities
Exam failure in definition of policy physics theory and laws
Categories:
why, america,
Form: Free verse
the papers don’t say it,
they never do—
just the numbers,
like headstones without names.
men and women dropping,
old ones, poor ones,
sick ones who couldn’t pay
for the cure.
you look up,
there’s the smile on tv,
a governor’s smile,
white and sharp as a knife.
he says freedom,
but the graves keep filling.
he says choice,
but it’s always his.
Categories:
why, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Why are we born why do we die
Why do we laugh Why do we cry
Why don't we stay young
Why do we have to grow old
Why must we love someone
Why must we hate
Why do we believe that death
Is our fate.
Why do we question everything
We are told
Why do we still feel young
When we are old
Why do we need the company
Of others
Why didn't we listen to our fathers
And mothers
Why do we hurt the ones we love
Why we believe in God up above
Why is the question the answers
I don't know
Why don't you try to explain the things
I have asked why don't you give it a go
Categories:
why, riddle,
Form: Rhyme
Why did dancing go out of style
I don’t think it’ll be back for a while
Why did rap music become a thing
It’s like listening to week-old refried chicken wings
And when did art degenerate into indoctrination
It speaks to the dumbing down of this nation
Summing things up, I’d say ~
Our culture’s been left to hyenas and vultures
Categories:
why, art, culture, dance, music,
Form: Couplet
I am the rot beguiling the saccharine summer hue
I am the self in selfish sorrow, sullying the morning dew
Sickened with the mortal blips of emotion
To fall with the fragility of flesh hipped erosion
Hipped bone beneath browned bandage
Honed the hand hither, 'ncase fickle flesh cannot manage
T'stand aground the mortal vantage
Health t'sickness, worn to wear, not to manage, thy
Breath be dragged'n rancid acid, lipped from the dazed haze of exhaustion
She who had not a gun to brandish, but the naval blade o'self-famish
She who chose to awake, who awoke'n self-loathing
Whose body is irate with the dawned dam break of bile
T'overflow mine own organs, and hinder the words of hungered mind
Breaking the tide of the thrum drum pendulum heart
Shalt th'tounge twist rue th'bile duct of recovery
Drool the drivel of a mere reason 'why?'
And retract the bile of thy sickened mind.
I am to drool the drivel, of love from human kind
Im so tired'f this mortal mortuary
In place of mortal mind.
I am the mind that threatens to die.
And i am the mind, prepared to fight.
Categories:
why, future, imagery, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
The walls are closing in & the air is getting thinner. Where can I go to escape the walls of life and breath air that is not so thin? What is it that is holding me back? I can go anywhere I want. Getting to the abundance of air is what I seek. Oh what is it holding me down? Is it me or is it the life I live. You see we are the ones that sit on our on chest. So why do we try and protest?
Categories:
why, desire, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Why Women need Men?
So that they can hurt ownself?
Noone married noone get unhappy,
Why I will marry with someone
If there is a chance
He will beat me?
And there isn't my choice
Whom I will beaten.
Men! What are you think?
We are also humans
Please treat like we want.
Categories:
why, women,
Form: Free verse
I peer in the pond
to see how nature sees me
a pure simple face—
but the image there is blurred
out of focus and disturbed
drops drip on the pond
my image quivers to rings
shaking what's seen there—
a dark shadow of myself
disturbed by faint puffs of wind
pond refuses me
a still life true reflection—
like a photograph
taken with flash-freeze device
for I'm incomplete not fixed
when the ripples fade
when the wind abates briefly—
what I see has changed
it's bent twisted distorted
by frustration and distrust
Categories:
why, mirror, nature,
Form: Lyric
When I someday die,
I'll no longer wonder why
Life flashes in eyes.
I'll then truly realize
Why it was all meant for me.
Categories:
why, death,
Form: Tanka
no one was saying anything to the bully.
some people were laughing uncomfortably
the woman was berating and belittling her six-year-old boy
my four-year-old daughter walked up to her and said,
“This is why no one likes you. You are mean and you are a bully.”
the woman burst into tears and ran home.
Another mother and I made eye contact.
Ashamed that only a child had stood up.
But I was proud that she was my child.
Categories:
why, abuse,
Form: Free verse
your feel
still comes
to me
when I
recall
our love
filled years
our shared
passion
goes on
inside
my heart
though gone
are tears
decades
went by
while I
cried ‘why
did you
so choose
to die’
I know
in time
we will
unite
where love
feels no
good-bye
Categories:
why, bereavement, death, emotions, husband,
Form: Rhyme
They came with loaded guns a pack of ten police, for Desi Freeman
Did they the first shots release? Now two are dead..beat down by
Lead, another wounded; and their quarry is fled.' What crime originate the chain of events.? Sad to see the state of affairs.' Mind
You life now seems cheaper.' Where once many cared here.' Is
It the fruit of heavy policing, and government over-reach.?
Did he lose a grandparent.? Due to lockdowns and hyped speech?
Was there a gripe.? What does this teach.? Will he be the
Modern Ned Kelley, adrift in the bush.?
Will dobbers surface.? Will confidence leech? I only hope for healing.? Peace and mateship i here beseech.'
Categories:
why, angst, august,
Form: Ballad
May we be blessed to understand
the words of Leszek Kolakowski
Who understood how teaching history
could take a country far….
We learn history, he said,
not in order to know how to behave…
or how to succeed…
but to better know who we are.
Categories:
why, history,
Form: Rhyme
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