Xxxvi Poems - Poems about Xxxvi

Theorist Murice Denis ounder of the 'Nablis' In his ' Muses of the Secret Wood *pieces he put into pratice his art thesis...

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Y, Upside-down, backwards worlds weep and burn tried or true pulling into blue the abandoned, the fright, the flight the silence whispering in my mind taking hold of a long and lonely night weary as the witch's brew warning/warming the soul we ball we wither destroyed amongst it all sink with the shiny coin to the bottom of the abyss or swim naked to a...

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Fire, The depths of your raging fire melts Saturday's stiffness forming from mine ice dripping into the pitcher/picture that is us freedom in the valleys and the slopes hints of snow tipping off the temples igloos calling to the angels crispness in the motion ne'er a moment feeling sad nightglow amid the midnight dance undiscovered life's true trance soft kisses til daybreak time sent off in the...

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When you speak, Do not speak of your Successes Without telling us of the Processes Do not excite us with the tale of your Triumph Without accompanying it up with the tale of your Training It is useless to display before us your Glory If you will not intimate us with its Story. Certification without Examination is Corruption So help our youthful minds Do...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXVI IF you pull a long-famished face Chances are you'd pull derisive looks your way Some might relent Others spite your face For not pulling your weight in every way If you pull a long symbolic face Your words no meaning profound convey Mallarmé's ill-armed ideas make poems fall on face Try E = mc2...

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IF ever I had a country : XXXV - XXXVI XXXV IF ever I had a country And if ever by any stretch of the imagination I were the duely-elected President of the Republic I'd tell each and every oath-taking Grand...

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We die-hards will never adjourn From news stories t-rump can churn With tongue proudly forked And a dick that's uncorked He'll bone us cause we can't discern...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid, Dante, Chittalaic Chattanar, NOT Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dryden, Tulsi Das, Archipreste de Hita, NOT Goethe, Pushkin, Pope, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Quevedo, NOT...

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