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Because the night....

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The New York Dolls with their wicked innovation
gender on a bender, so no more hesitation:
Galileo, Newton, the republic of the mind,
Seeing is believing, so tumble into  line.

One dusky-dusty-time-consuming evening long ago
the empirical method revealed in the melting of the snow:   
time’s fatal munificence, that good old ebb and flow,
living is believing in rain or sleet or snow. 
 
There's a long gestation,
in this stone-hearted nation,
for the problem of evil,
will never go away.
The icons of Saint Sophia,
or the greed of today?
My blood turned to wine
argues from design.
 
The assassins' creed;
an elixir of weed.
Apothecaries come
Apothacaries go
whilst the hollow men abide
far below the snow.
 
Near the lilies' surprise,
we hear a- keening and a-preening,
as they rise, so will they fall;
the wise-women say, in a crystal ball.

All poets are liars:
telling tall tales
since before Adam's fall.
 
 
 

◄ Êzidî (ئێزیدی)

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<Deleted User> (32907)

Tue 29th Mar 2022 19:59

Lovely words, John. Thanks.🎈

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John Marks

Tue 29th Mar 2022 19:28

Thank you Ursula. This poem's been around in my mind for a long time, a long gestation and a difficult birth. I am never satisfied with anything I write.

Oh eyes like wild flowers, oh with your demons of change
(Keep your head up, keep your heart strong)

Keep your head up, Ben Howard

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