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Sticks & Stones
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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...
Friday 12th August 2011 2:00 am
Soapbox Poetics
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
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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 ...
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm
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