Xlviii Poems - Poems about Xlviii

John William Waterhouse His Ophelia* not his spouse but was Esther an artist in her day exhibiting also at the R&A...

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Today, I start my long travel at dawn, the sun shines, the birds sing, the morning chills, it is time, right now, to show my great skills while the delicate mist covers the lawn. I have learnt the past is a mirror fume, in this cruel life, there is no time to mourn, the language of love and faith must be...

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*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII* Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen; nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents, bruised business time leases sucked spells - apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast. Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca, skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border 'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened. Ho! Rusty retina was moistened; a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate - sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled...

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P, A little wine and a curious mind go a long long way the words can take you only so far dig deep, deep, deep, deep into the wishing wells and the reflections in the bathroom mirrors in the kindling next to a bottle you said "the bush fires are a little more intense" retreating to the den our iniquity revealed and f'd over again and...

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You, Veiled in the mysteries of light black cutting off the white unmasked in the cotillion of life no debutanted call you said left, I was right patience holding close an eerie songless night but the melody played for hours in the breeze, the gentle tease and the tide washing upon the night in wrinkled sheets you the nun, I the knight if only for tonight I will be with...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVIII - Tongue Teasers If the « Yellow Race » could have invented the alphabet, they wouldn’t still be seeing « Images » when they close their eyes. Picasso, Dadaism, Surrealist and Abstract painting (including Borroughs and Gysin's cut-up and fold-in techniques) is the art of representing Chinese characters upside down, backwards and upwards...

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IF ever I had a country : XLVIII - XLIX XLVIII If ever I had even on a rocky wayward moon of a gaseous planet a country And if ever through successive assassinations of previous party cronies I were the Minister of Labour I'd instantly expose those in government who fiddle employment statistics in their favour Such as fictive employments...

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I wish I knew the reason why An X, L, V and I, I, I Is how one can identify Which Super Bowl this is. Though Roman numerals I hate, Without them, one could not equate Those letters with game 48 - It’s almost like a quiz. I wonder who decided that The Roman way is where it’s at; It had to be a...

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