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Book IV - Part 04 - Some Vital Functions

In these affairs
We crave that thou wilt passionately flee
The one offence, and anxiously wilt shun
The error of presuming the clear lights
Of eyes created were that we might see;
Or thighs and knees, aprop upon the feet,
Thuswise can bended be, that we might step
With goodly strides ahead; or forearms joined
Unto the sturdy uppers, or serving hands
On either side were given, that we might do
Life's own demands. All such interpretation
Is aft-for-fore with inverse reasoning,
Since naught is born in body so that we
May use the same, but birth engenders use:
No seeing ere the lights of eyes were born,
No speaking ere the tongue created was;
But origin of tongue came long before
Discourse of words, and ears created were
Much earlier than any sound was heard;
And all the members, so meseems, were there

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poem by Lucretius
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Article

Article, ear, tear, trice, trace, tea, eat, at, era, it, are lair!
But, joy is the muse of love;
Where people are connected with the peaceful solution,
However, the people are confounded!
And the stage has now been turned into a boxing ring.

Article, art, tar, rat, air, tie, lie, tail, late, ale, trail, tale, rail;
But as sad as it is,
Who is ready to teach them?
For, their comments are like the acts of war!
And i do understand their background;
Because, a cat is always a cat!

Article, rate, rite, car, race, cat, cart, ice, lace, ace, rice, rile;
But the people are confounded!
And they need the works of love to guide them on than hate,
For, the stage has now been turned into a boxing ring!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In the face of moral sin

The river flows soothingly yonder,
The mountains and valleys above have azure skies,
Intensely confounded and feeling voluptuous,
For the nifty zephyr is everywhere, aloft and above.

Down therein yonder,
Strident recrimination hitherto transpire,
Stringent laws, viz discrimination,
Therein is the reception of hell.

Stymieing, not minding,
Affluent people, have auxiliaries, slaves,
Indigent people are innocent to be slaves,
Invariably being sold to recalcitrants people.

Intensely confounded, not voluptuous,
Abject confound, not euphoria,
Is the world of 22'st millenium.

Reverting to BC is the maiden thing to redress,

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You did It, Africa

Celebrate Africa.
Africa rejoice.
RSA celebrate
You made a fantastic reality,
Out of their fantasy.
Out of their impossibility
You conjured actuality.
The maiden mega match of soccer
Occurred with surprising success.
You did it, Africa.
You excelled RSA
Congratulation.

Celebration unparalleled,
Jubilation unprecedented.
Africa has delivered
RSA has excelled
Matching the momentous moment,
With feats that fitted the fiesta.
Excellent in events management,

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Joseph Made Known To His Brethren

When Joseph his brethren beheld,
Afflicted and trembling with fear;
His heart with compassion was filled,
From weeping he could not forbear.
Awhile his behavior was rough,
To bring their past sin to their mind;
But when they were humbled enough,
He hasted to show himself kind.

How little they thought it was he,
Whom they had ill treated and sold!
How great their confusion must be,
As soon as his name he had told!
I am Joseph, your brother, he said,
And still to my heart you are dear,
You sold me, and thought I was dead,
But God, for your sakes, sent me here.

Though greatly distressed before,
When charged with purloining the cup;

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Choosing

I've tried to ignore
All the stench of your life
Only holding back
For my wife
Even she has seen
Your poisoned soul displayed
Seen each move you've made
Contaminate, degrade
Who's this juvenile?
Who's this infantile clown?
He's not ever worth
Knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot
My precious little lamb
Bleat ad nauseam
But i don't give a damn
Where to go? heart ever hounded
Coward? no - spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace

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Choosing

(tim rice/john farrar)
I've tried to ignore
All the stench of your life
Only holding back
For my wife
Even she has seen
Your poisoned soul displayed
Seen each move you've made
Contaminate, degrade
Who's this juvenile?
Who this infantile clown?
He's not even worth
Knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot
My precious little lamb
Bleat ad nauseam
But i don't give a damn
Where to go? heart ever bounded
Coward? no--spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release

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Tiriel

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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains
But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death
They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice
Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates
Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father
Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons.
In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother
Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana
His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand
And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice
Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race
For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs
Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit
Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man
Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse
His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing
He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens

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Book III - Part 03 - The Soul is Mortal

Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That minds and the light souls of all that live
Have mortal birth and death, I will go on
Verses to build meet for thy rule of life,
Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
Teaching the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind-
Since both are one, a substance interjoined.

First, then, since I have taught how soul exists
A subtle fabric, of particles minute,
Made up from atoms smaller much than those
Of water's liquid damp, or fog, or smoke,
So in mobility it far excels,
More prone to move, though strook by lighter cause
Even moved by images of smoke or fog-
As where we view, when in our sleeps we're lulled,
The altars exhaling steam and smoke aloft-

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The Columbiad: Book VI

The Argument

British cruelty to American prisoners. Prison Ship. Retreat of Washington with the relics of his army, pursued by Howe. Washington recrossing the Delaware in the night, to surprise the British van, is opposed by uncommon obstacles. His success in this audacious enterprise lays the foundation of the American empire. A monument to be ere on the bank of the Delaware. Approach of Burgoyne, sailing up the St. Laurence with an army of Britons and various other nations. Indignant energy of the colonies, compared to that of Greece in opposing the invasion of Xerxes. Formation of an army of citizens, under the command of Gates. Review of the American and British armies, and of the savage tribes who join the British standard. Battle of Saratoga. Story of Lucinda. Second battle, and capture of Burgoyne and his army.

But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.

Cold-blooded Cruelty, first fiend of hell,
Ah think no more with savage hordes to dwell;
Quit the Caribian tribes who eat their slain,
Fly that grim gang, the Inquisitors of Spain,
Boast not thy deeds in Moloch's shrines of old,
Leave Barbary's pirates to their blood-bought gold,
Let Holland steal her victims, force them o'er
To toils and death on Java's morbid shore;
Some cloak, some color all these crimes may plead;

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