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Alice The Artist ('this Is Art')

She paints first the floor
Then the wall behind her
The adjacent wall
Stops not at the first quart
No shes goin for 6,
Six
Six
Six
Overtime
Or going untill she cant anymore.
But no she doesnt consider this suicide
This night is her graduation from person to artist
Red everywhere. Alice is covered in blood
wishing for a crypt.
So she paints a picture worth a thousand words.
And her last words?
'This is art'

poem by Deandre Cammon
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Being Away From You (Love Poem)

Be-tubed in my silver coffin for take-off,
Bemused by passenger coping strategy,
Beloved by adjacent nervous new-friend,
Being away from you is harder every time.

Bewildered by the preying nervousness,
Be-crossed by maddening screaming kids,
Bespectacled study of the unending 1Q84,
Being away from you is harder every time.

Be-thinking of what you are doing as I soar,
Because appoggiatura in 'Someone Like You',
Begets a 'Missing You' sadness deep inside,
Being away from you is harder every time.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Better Knowledge

The knowledge of better facts began last week,
Trials mattered too much now that I started;
Let me narrate the account in splashing properties,
Going into neat handwriting, pleasing us in the eyes,
And ears are pricked for the penetrating majority.
Then there was raw twilight, here was the baker and artist
For the days and nights following,
All about the yard, seeing starts and stops.
It appeared to be an adjustment adjacent to advice,
Toes became further in size, with fingers
Growing in trial, understanding and reflecting.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Incapacitated Soul

It signifies incapacitation, it makes you sweat from your soul,
And it needed learning and readjustment - it is called death.
It was enjoyed as a tale so twisted, igniting hazards afterwards,
Many fooled themselves by it, working a party of ignorance.
The need for such an adjacent and accompanying event
Is only there mysteriously, but what is the mystery?
Death has an aroma of eloquence, fitting to be called a scent
That is fed to the young and old, no matter what age.
May your legs and arms carry all that burden,
But let the end of our lives swear to modify the eternity.

poem by Naveed Akram
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My river of Love

Flowing from the regions of good thoughts,
Down towards the eternity of love,
Lets erode all plans that they plan,
They wish to see us fall,
Thinking my river can dry,
Not at all shall we perish,
Our love everflowing and always going

Through the mountains and high hills,
Penetrating against all odds,
Defining our love in our own way,
Me and you, we are awesome,
This river of mine is everlasting,
Long until it rains and refill,
My love so pure and so perfect

The streams adjacent are envious,
The vallies call upon our names,
The people see and praise,
Until when shall i perish,

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poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Give Up Smoking Tobacco

A traveller walks with crutches,
passing by me with one leg stretches,
Other leg amputated above the knee,
Enquired I, Why? How?

Said he, one toe became black,
Reduced blood circulation to the little toe
and circulation to adjacent toes
also getting cut;

The history is that he was a smoker
of Beedi - rolled tobacco leaves -
Smoking of Beedi leads to narrowing of blood vessels
supplying the toes, results in clotting of blood;

The toes get gangrenous,
tissue death extends towards the hip
necessitating in amputation
of toes to midthigh;

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poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I dont want to Die Any time Soon

I don't want to Die No Time Soon

"Though I walk through the valley of death,
I shall fear no evil"

But the Era I'm in now. Evil describes people.
So since Adam and Eve bit the apple, my
Life aint been peaceful.

What I fear? I fear death. And I could smell
It on every corner where them hood niggas rest.

What I fear? I fear pain. And I
Could still feel the medicine running
Through my veins. I smoke lime Kush
To function my brain.

What I fear? I fear patience, body under
the ground decomposing with my alignment
Adjacent, to another person, perhaps a patient.

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poem by Seqouiyah Young
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Monk

Monk

Battlements exist in every soul's burden,
adjacent to any isotropy advertent,
his destiny impends in darkened flame,
in Hades' Nyx - for Charon's fame.

A chill of lonely an unaltered sight
One tear only, his childhood's kite.

His companions fled to other lands,
tried to count steps as blindmen wands,
and failed; as their beguiled spirit,
egresses to danger, or wants to kill it.

and then Nyx came; a soul's indictment,
foolish it was, a buffoon's agreement..

He recalls hopes, cornered to their path,
a silver cross to grasp, as soon as wrath,

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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He Lived at Dingle Bank

He lived at Dingle Bank - he did; -
He lived at Dingle Bank;
And in his garden was one Quail,
Four tulips and a Tank:
And from his window he could see
The otion and the River Dee.

His house stood on a Cliff, - it did,
Its aspic it was cool;
And many thousand little boys
Resorted to his school,
Where if of progress they could boast
He gave them heaps of buttered toast.

But he grew rabid-wroth, he did,
If they neglected books,
And dragged them to adjacent Cliffs
With beastly Button Hooks,
And there with fatuous glee he threw
Them down into the ocean blue.

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poem by Edward Lear
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Judith Delivers The Israelites

(after Eugene Lee-hamilton)

Holofernes welcomed Judith in his tent
with in his eyes a kind of lustful gleam,
somewhat as if in a incoherent dream,
smiling, unarmored as if his power was spent.

Drunkenly he pushed her down and over her he bent,
a jewel on her scimitar had an ominous red gleam
as powerfully she beheaded him, made his blood stream,
heard his guards laugh in the tent adjacent

while she drew in her own breath
and in his heart there might have been a kind of love,
but away from the opening she did his body drag,
smiled after she had put him to death
and she believed her mission did come from above,
as she did put his head in a leather bag.

[References: Judith and Holofernes by Eugene Lee-hamilton. The apocryphal book of Judith.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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