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"The poet's pen weaves magic through ink and paper, illuminating the ordinary with extraordinary hues. With each stroke, worlds unfurl and emotions ignite, inviting hearts to dance in the realm of verse."
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A lifetime of sighs scarcely reveals its effects,
yet how impatiently I wait for you to curl your hair!
(Mirza Ghalib, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember...
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh,
our soft cries, like regret
...the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase...
now that I have forgotten her face.
('The Effects of Memory' by Michael R. Burch)
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Who's willing to forgive grievances and restore the path to peaceful debates? If your vengeance hurls angry words, it's your right to do so and make justice prevail with coherent acts of civility. All civil societies are admired for their restraint from violence. A silent voice is never heard, raise your voice and you'll be heard.
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The true jewels of Literature are too precious to be hurled into complete oblivion.
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"And we are never of course in the jungle, why then should brother hurl against brother?!."-Jamiu Akolade Adeyemi
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I love to rub my fingers through your long curly hair, love your button nose and your cute little tail, so much time together we do spend, no wonder dogs are mans best friend
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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"Veiled in the wisdom of burlap, was it evident-wisdom knew not currency."
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War seems to only perpetuate war. If one nation wins because they have a big gun, another nation comes in with a bigger gun. When we gain peace through violence, our victory is only temporary because someone is surly plotting revenge.
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You caress the creases of my soul with your heartbeat - your love uncurls me
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And may I be moved, instead,/ in surly tones, to ask/ who made them my judge and jury?
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