`

Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise

that in the twilight beckons...


Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,

you hope but hope in vain...


Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
...

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`

If sticks and stones can break bones
and bombs and guns can kill
then a poet's pen and words can likewise murder
but heals wounds in its sublime expression;
Our differences fade with each line of verse.

 Hence,

Being read, and quoted, and handed out!
That is the poet's true reward.
On shall poetry live, and within its soul
the poet in whose...

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Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.

`

Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
careening headlong

[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]

the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
us ...

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