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Untitled Document
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A dutch poem about a a man questioning his relationship with a woman. Why is she the center of attention? Does everything revolve around her? What would happen if everything turns around?
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
Hush!
There's a bogie in my kitchen.
He's the joy that makes my life.
By...
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The land was poor. She little knew of seeds.
Yet she was just and everyone ate bread.
One morning on the shore amid the reeds
She found a body lying almost dead!
A man it was! She...
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Rad this poem at http://www.janetkuypers.com/kuypers/poems/2006/your-soul-is-shaking.htm, at http://www.janetkuypers.com, when she read this at Peter Jones art gallery in Chicago before she was in...
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Swallowing the Trash
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Indecent perception is a subjective reality...
Good and evil are myths exorcized
of conscience and...
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The Dark Reality of Light
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
What concept resides in the shade of nothing?
What is a shadow but darkness reclaiming a void of light? ...
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This is my 'treatment' (NOT an exact translation!) of the poem 'Becher am boden' from the volume 'Algabal' by the German poet Stefan George (1868-1933). The accompanying picture is 'The Roses...
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By Paul Laurence Dunbar
‘T was three an’ thirty year ago,
When I was ruther young, you know,
I had my last an’ only fight
About a gal one summer night.
‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke
‘N’...
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