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| | | | | The Comedy of the Tragedy or Sputum to the sky by Amir Khatib The sun deceived us
We were defeated by our grandfathers' land
And the moon gave us whimper that we do not deserve | | | Sweet Nectar by Nikos Laios I drink from your red lips
And you drink from mine
Love's sweet nectar
And elixir of life,
Love the sustaining
Force of the universe | | | THE DAY ARRIVED by David Sparenberg The day (once more)
when the world as we know it stopped
the Doomsday Clock, barely
in the nick of time, stood still
the power of political death over | |
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| | Frederick Sound by George Cassidy Payne Before the finned
dinosaurs of the Icy
emptiness | | | Collected Moments by Nikos Laios The clouds are misty
And hang low over the harbour,
There's a coolness in the air
And a soft breeze blows across the water | | | Spruce Up by Saloni Kaul Rewards do come from being neat and tidy,
That big spring cleaning when you simply tidy up,
Instant as that tidy sum that's for you ready,
Or you make clean net gains sturdy as horse's stirrup. | | | Wash the soot from my soul by Bohdan Yuri wash the soot from my soul,
I've burned too many
along the road.
there isn't a war conspired
that will douse
the fires
of man's
most hateful desires. | | | Desire to return by Amir Khatib I desire to return home.
burn the wood and light the candles of the pine-tiled room,
Covered with lime-white silence,
light the stairway to the dim mist,
turn on the radio on its only station,
walk barefoot,
I listen to jazz... | | | Red Road by David Sparenberg If you will but
remain open to Great Spirit
keep your heart in a good place
cry for a vision to
give shape to your identity
direction to your destiny | | | Hope by Dr. Lawrence Nannery A thousand years ago: bound by belief
That they were in the hands of God,
Celtic monks, bearing relics and saintly trinkets,
Loaves of bread, perhaps fish, perhaps an offered coverle | | prev | | next | |
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