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St. TeresaI have endured agonies, tonight’sIs no greater, but it is of divineAspect, more holy and more terrible.It matters not, I relinquish co..
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Buy this PoemThe ads for things are everywhere:“Good on ya Mum!” for ‘Tip-Top’ breadThe ad tells you the kids say “Yeah!..
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The cornflower-blue morningPromised joy and light, But the doom-grey clouds settled and Subdued the day.Rain has a quiet power.Like death, it brooks n..
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Any number of styles existfor holding one's pen -The Asian is different to the European;the lower two fingers bunchedinto a truncated fist,planted fir..
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This is a practice piece for a course I'm doing- a Ghazal
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On the ocean of consciousness, sheer white cliffspronounce the presenceof the parts of ourselvesthat we choose to see.But our icebergdoes not bob on t..
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The girl with blue eyessquats in the shadows.A concrete-honed switchbladewinks prettilyfrom out of the gloom.The thin blade screamsfor you to come clo..
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The barefoot rich kidsare singing 'California Dreaming'in the mall again.Their voices are harmonious, pure, oh-so-sincere, and totally devoid of soul...
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I have placed enchanted locks
on the peaks and valleys of my mind -
they are a mystery to me,
as captivating and enigmatic
as any lost continent...
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The winter crows are back,
cawing about God knows what;
robbing nests,
spearing baby birds,
and sundry
other
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