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Broken Liaison
fractional courtship
frustrated romance
seamless lies
courtship of needed
weighted
advantages
heartache deadened
deadline
flatline
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Song: Oh! Go to Sleep
Oh! go to sleep, my baby dear,
And I will hold thee on my knee;
Thy mother's in her winding sheet,
And thou art all that's left to me.
My hairs are white with grief and age,
I've borne the weight of every ill,
And I would lay me with my child,
But thou art left to love me still.
Should thy false father see thy face,
The tears would fill his cruel e'e,
But he has scorned thy mother's woe,
And he shall never look on thee:
But I will rear thee up alone,
And with me thou shalt aye remain;
For thou wilt have thy mother's smile,
And I shall see my child again.
poem by Joseph Rodman Drake
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The God Of Gasoline!
for every gallon of gasoline...
how many children killed?
how many families destroyed
by the bombs?
how many countries ravaged,
how many peoples left
to live in abject poverty?
how many of your own sons
sent to battle,
killed or maimed?
how much pollution in the air?
how many oceans defiled?
how much sea life squandered?
how many political lies told?
how much hatred spread?
how many fat cats getting fatter?
how many hours of work?
gasoline...
the god of food supplies,
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Jigsaw of life
Square peice of sorrow
Round peice of happiness
Diamond peice of faith
Jagged peice of hate
Oblong peice of hope
Stepping stones
Peices of paper
Wooden blocks
Many roads to wander
Many turns to take
Many mistakes to ponder
Many joys to shed tears
Sorrow, happiness, hate, faith and hope
Fit together at times
Easier than others
Patience they say
Will win at the end of the day
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poem by Dianne jennifer Stephens
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If Death Had A Face, It Would Be Pretty.
A porcelain Doll
Dressed like the Grim Reaper
In this pit of pure darkness
I fall even deeper
Shrouded in mystery
Consumed by suicide
An obsession with control
That I try to hide
Playing this life
Like one hand of poker
Where I am the Queen
And, God is the Joker
But, the Devil's the King
Who always reigns surpreme
It's like a nightmare I'm stuck in
Some screwed* up lucid dream
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poem by Nicole Settimi
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Media
Early stage of my childhood people treat me like 'masiha'
who is going to take care of different section of society.
little later i play important role in freedom struggle.
After independence i am learning, modern technique
gradually when i became full of youthful action.
My intelligent mind say taking care of people,
welfare and highlighting their problem is not my job.
Some sort of professionalism must be adopted by me.
Fastly acting on direction of my mind i adopted modern method
my object is solely and only motive is profit.
Huge amount paid to me for lobby particular section
I can make and destroy any one in few hour.
Those oppose me are always in trouble.
You can understand me i am visible in different form.
I love to make huge money,
please do not talk of highlight problem of people
I your own mature print media -- at your service for profit only.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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My Black Uncle
My uncle is a blackman but,
My mother is a whitelady;
And i have now met my black uncle after all these years!
Life to us is now like a tree with many fruits,
And life also is about how we do care about each other;
For he is an interesting person to meet.
I was glad to sit next to him when he paid us a visit,
And my days are now like the sunshine up high!
Blessings to the heavens above,
And blessings to the deep below;
And like a wild donkey on a terraced hill,
I was glad to meet him at long last.
My uncle is a blackman and my mother is a whitelady,
To him i have finally met today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Charge and No Price
If I was an engineer
A lawyer or a doc.
A musician or a poet
My salary would be top.
If I was yet a surgeon
A scientist or a barrister
My salary would rise again
It would be so much higher.
Apart from my profession
I'm blessed to be a mother,
To love and guide you throughout life
And keep you like no other.
Apart from the necessities
Of all our daily lives,
To keep the home fires burning
And balance out the strife.
I give you access to my wisdom
And how to find your truth
To go through life compassionately,
And not go through the roof!
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poem by Rosi Caswell
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0118 Wyeth County
We knew the history of the area, of course;
reckoning that with a Heritage Site
just over the hill
planning permits would be hard to get
and the rolling landscape, and our own prized view,
would stay that way.
Clearing the ditch beyond the orchard,
by the line of old trees,
I found it.
A musket.
still loaded (I realised later, cleaning it up)
and a scrap of disintegrating coloured cloth
still with a button on it.
A button.
It was the button
that put paid to my former life:
as if with the harsh scrape of iron cartwheel on stony track,
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Shining Stars
When I look at the stars.
I look at dreams.
I wish sometimes that I could purchase.
Stars I wish I could touch.
So I can spark and shine like them.
Shoot across the skies that enlightens our eyes.
See my ancestors that speak the words of the wise.
Nothing but the truth, but no lies
I am trying to go for all highs.
But no lows, because I am trying to climb to the stars and soar.
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poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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