Xxiv Poems - Poems about Xxiv

Passionate Camille Claudel sculptured in bronze so well With 'le dieu envolei'*she led the way an ' imploring woman 'a theme still of today...

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Camille in a red kerchief" ever so 'wifley'supportive' Monet at his impressionist best with this intimate 'domestique 'jest ...

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Carefully watching every word I said; For the moment I did not want to tread any longer on this sharp vampire’s toes; Something new I was going to compose; ‘Fable’ I asked ‘when are we to begin? ‘ I was going to become the linchpin of the entire city of New Orleans; I vowed by any necessary means; ‘We...

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I live in a world, Where I satisfy you always, Where desires of the heart Are more than attainable And the attainable itself is nimble In Reality's gaze, So I prefer the stare Off in the distance of Fantasy For in both do I find truths And in both do I find tears, The medium between longing And receiving I live in many worlds, Yet the world...

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Sonnets XVII-XXIV Discrimination by Michael R. Burch The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found it in sheet music, in long rows of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed half-centuries by archivists, unscanned. I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed? why should such tattered artistry be banned? I heard the sleigh...

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My Gift, “The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.” - Henri Bergson I feel, I felt tingles in the far recesses of my soul swirling in an ever circular motion surrounding the pounding of my heart resounding inside and out my echo chamber I find comfort in that peace...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXIV IF you pull that long martyred face While brake-disks hiss howl metal-doors click-clutch-cluck on railway No Tokyo masks nor hand darts to protect the homefront populace Breeding grounds Underground cooking love-cold soup bacteriae If you pull that damnit I've-caught-it again long distressed face Between fleeing Metro stations unable to turn your...

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IF ever I had a country : XXIII-XXIV XXIII IF ever I had a country And if ever I were but the Home Secretary I wouldn't sit on...

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I know you’ve been hit The Messenger of Misery He has done Evil He’s done it against You He’s done You much good. He will bend you Hard As if to break you, but No. He will hit on you Like Long-time Enemies But the truth and fact remains Neither God nor Nature is against You. It is just the path of greatness. To desire the...

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To billionaires t-rump's a tool He covers their butts as if stool Fake news discussions By the rich and the Russians Convinced voters this t-ass should rule...

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Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen* – XXIV-Part One The Uhr-Father of the embodiment of spiritual power since the Middle Ages must certainly have been the Witch-Doctor of primitive societies who shared power with the Headman of the Tribe (to which each of us separately belongs). The roles Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen assume and enact out in...

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“For other answer”, told, “ I cannot lean Than do it, because to honest question Must follow action, with no word between”. We dropped down the bridge with its progression Where following it is reached the eighth bank, Then I saw the circle of succession: And saw inside it an horrible rank Of snakes, of so much different shapes such As I remember...

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In the early part of the novel year When in Aquarium sun anneals hair And nights already at noon disappear, When the hoarfrost makes ground a cover wear Creating image of her sister white, But it then short lasts to its temper there, The little peasant missing forage quite, Gets early up, and looks out, and sees land All shining white;...

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Those eyes that flicker in yonder light flourish like snakes during summer nights So seasoned and cultured unshaken they float Though none can tell what’s pristine or trite ‘tis often I ponder what spare pages you sought to share A question mark be thy beauty such a being surmised as rare her smile benevolent as summer’s breeze Upon my knees nimble I appease And in...

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DISTILLED JAMAICAN ANTHEM Eternal Father Bless Our Land we dare to move from plantation puppets to freedom and we who had no voice to speak before must find in ourselves a deeper than the echo of words design bless o Lord that will not before the unfamiliar stand dumb Guide Us With Thy Mighty Hand for we are small scraps of land...

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