Xxxiii Poems - Poems about Xxxiii

Belgian Fernand Khnopff a symbolist achieving cult status as an artist 'Listening to Flowers'*so unique introspective style so unique...

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Sonnets XXXIII-XLI The Folly of Wisdom by Michael R. Burch She is wise in the way that children are wise, looking at me with such knowing, grave eyes I must bend down to her to understand. But she only smiles, and takes my hand. We are walking somewhere that her feet know to go, so I smile, and I follow... And the years are...

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Three, A blanket of white paints the floor pure, pristine unabridged assignments in the void footprints not yet laid and I'm a dozen moments away I look to your sky and the lights they light up the night our night, our beginning we're naked, we're pure like the fresh laid snow nothing traced, nothing known where we've been, where we go new paths lie ahead where the trade...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXIII IF you pull a long non-plussed face Astrophysicists declare Science no Absolute Truths underlay Big-Crunch might on Big-Bang back bounce about face Who'll say All-This's but mere hearsay If you pull a long heretical face Opt for accidentally ordered Life as did Hawking portray Almighty be a Barrau's " tout comme " Lord...

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Doubt it not Doubt it not When the Heart has made its choice And the Soul its decisions Doubt it not Doubt it not The beauty of life is that In it we learn lessons And lessons in life we learn to re-learn Until the lessons are properly taken Doubt it not Doubt it not When the Heart comes with its resolutions Doubt it not. @NOVEMBER 2018/©M.H.O.G Unveiled...

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IF ever I had a country : XXXIII - XXXIV XXXIII IF ever I had a country And if ever by hook or by crook I were the Secretary of HEW and Culture I'd make it compulsory for any being who wishes to run for office To first undergo psychologcal tests to prove (s)he's sufficiently mature Pass televised Public Examinations on...

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Every time I pick up a pen I think failure. I think addicted to a blade shackled to a bottle captivated by little pills that hold my sanity in their capsules, but today I want to write strength. I want to write beautiful. I want to write Go ahead and try me again. God made me more than a conqueror. Because if dependence upon a blade makes me weak, I...

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Unquotable quotes: Olympic Antics – XXXIII Why do Judo-kas bother to wear anything at all since all they do is to try their very best to undress one another before hugging themselves on the mat? Wrestlers at least take up perverse **** positions right from the start. Besides, Judo-kas always also wait for their opponents to trip themselves...

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We passed over, where was held in frost state Harshly contained people of the next band, Not down bent, but all lying in quite strait. Weeping itself the tears does not disband, And pain which finds in eyes of hitch so much, Rebounds inside to grow and pain expand; Since tears fast become iced in a way such That as they...

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Uplifted his mouth from wild and fierce meal That sinner, it furbishing at the hair Of head on back of which he had to steal. Then started: “You want I renew and share Desperate pain which is pressing my heart Already thinking, before I talk bare. But if my words might be effective start To bring infamy to traitor I gnaw, To speak...

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