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You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.

You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
They loved you there back home, urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.

Doubters and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!

Your legacy lives on, hope was born t

revolutionsrestore our iron roots
lose soul in revolts
never tire;
rise, run
no rest over nervousness
ties tie no lion
ties never tie us
no virtue
no rules
soon it's our turn
to evolve
into revolvers

amends We still oweguilt not gilded
flown over - enfolded
plain still
unfairly the fight

at cold frosty dawn
slow-softly it came
came heedless
to darkly alight

our war torn mid-West
in tee-pees intense
we murdered them
wrongly - left right

reserved and forsaken
twelve steps seldom taken
brave dignity
bottled in blight

too much after money
we've never done sorry
weak heart-ed
diverted our freight

freedom misguided
fault undecided
lip serving
too easy - too late

llp - dA - may2013

The Fruit of my LaborsIn these woods so little known
I've found a man up in a tree
--but whom is he?

Should I prod him with this stick--
send him wobbling?

and how did he get up so high
with no low branch from which to hang,
how did he climb?

I suppose that's no matter now,
how he came to be up there,
where, I guess, he
could have used his length of rope
to rise beyond a mortal man
(I notice that with the one I hold
it may be both he and I that can.)

And yet he, he chose to swing
from the thickest, lowest branch,
the noose to here with which he came,
the same
kind of tool I've come here with,
given before the wood told to walk.

If I toss an end up over him
an

The Phalanxes

The Phalanxes

Their souls seal the seeker,
Their minds melt the matters,
Higher, they march, further,
Faster, fight, foreseers.

Ere,the elite elbows,
Its way wiggling toward,
The foes, fending forward,
Vying to vouch their vows.

Sacred Sparta, section,
A pure pyre pushes,

All 'isms'אצל וויליאם, אצל שייקספיר במקטרת
מצאו שרידים
זרעים של גראס
עד פה הדמיון
אך שאלתו פתוחה
ועוד השאלה חופרת
האם לתת

Luna RojaAnoche tuve un sueño…
Soñé con un mundo maravilloso,
un mundo donde los malvados desaparecieron
un mundo donde solo los honestos prevalecieron
En ese mundo que soñé
todos éramos perfectamente iguales,
viejos y jóvenes, blancos y negros, mujeres y hombres,
al fin todos como una gran familia
En mi sueño que tuve anoche
las armas fueron destruidas,
los ejércitos de todas partes disueltos
y cualquier otra fuerza de orden.
Soñando este mundo veía
a todos con una misma riqueza
subsistiendo del esfuerzo fraternal
y de todos un dadivoso actuar
En mi sueño alucinante
los jueces y abogados, políticos y administradores
inútiles en esta gran nación sin líder
donde todos los Estados habían desaparecido
Soñaba este mundo utópico,
nadie recibía más que otro,
el gozo y la dicha era universal ,
y aún las penurias de uno correspondían a t

The Beat of Wardarkness come
with the beat of the drum
women cry
good men die
the children be drunk on rum

The coldest equation always winsThe coldest equation always wins,
The abhorréd shears curtail;
The solace of memory barely begins
To refill the desolate grail.

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by *Oceanbird, Aug 7, 2010, 10:19:12 PM
Literature / Poetry / Sociopolitical / Traditional Fixed Forms

Only sorrow comes to a society
that moulds its youth so narrowly
that young feel the need to let secrets abound
and old feel the need to break them down

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~MySongIsLaughter Apr 23, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

this is beautiful :') xx

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*Oceanbird Apr 23, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you.

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~MySongIsLaughter Apr 24, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

you're very welcome!

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~04belgarion2k7 Mar 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, this is so true and incredibly simple, yet very deep. Fantastic work.

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*Oceanbird Mar 6, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you for the words and the

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~04belgarion2k7 Mar 6, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

No problems, mate

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