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ANOTHER KNIGHT IN ARMOR

GREEN KNIGHT

ARMOR TARNISHED

SCATHED STRONG SAVES

WHEN KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR IS MISSING

GREEN KNIGHT
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Posted: Sep 2010
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ImagineLove

Flowers

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Flowers
In seasons
Unfolding unique beauty
In many colors, majestically
Grow
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Happy cinquain today! Much love to everyone! Enjoy the season's flowers!
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gnj4u

New Balance

Some weeks hence, we walk
against hunger, yet again
Able only to feed too few, we gawk
at starvation that does remain.
Yet, we step out while others talk.

Low wages mark the underpaid
as entitlement lingers in the air
no longer American made
luxury cars, trucks, SUVs everywhere
traveling down the roads we pave.

What’s important no longer seen
View, blocked by ostentation
asphalt paving over dreams.
What should be our destination
Garmin is left to glean.

Not living up to what was taught
in crossfire of privilege and comfort’s stride
soldiers and other innocents caught
in our pool of arrogance and pride
drown in suffering we have wrought.

As we strip her, Mother Earth cries
her jewels and liquid gold lost.
By consuming fossil fuels, lives
not stopping to weigh the cost,
we consume; someone else dies.

Once adorned, her soul now leery
frictions made from rubbing deep
pressures building, eyes made bleary
release destroys, hearts skip a beat
reshaping the whole world weary.

War breaks into pieces, fears,
and, with tsunamis and quakes,
transform body water into tears.
On cusp of spring dawn awakes
as the aching heart perseveres.

Daily, aftershocks move each quad.
New balance remains the goal.
Rumblings, movement, the hand of God
pressuring the pen to play its role
before action from the divining rod.

Toe, far from the beating heart,
wears its new armor against wounds
poor planning causes from the start,
hopes not to be called upon too soon
to sacrifice itself, to split apart.

So, lovingly wrap your toes
with lamb’s wool and extra hope
push forward as the sneaker goes
walk 20 miles into future’s scope
searching for paths only truth knows.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Started in 1969, "Project Bread's Walk for Hunger is the oldest continual pledge walk in the United States and the largest annual one-day fundraiser to alleviate local hunger in Massachusetts."
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Unknown

loneliness 2.

loneliness
acute, deep
unyeilding, follows, silently
breathe friendship there
loneliness
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Unknown

HANDS CINQUAIN

HANDS

WARM TOUCH

SENSITIVE SYMPATHETIC STRETCH

LET OUR HANDS DO THE WORK OF OUR HEART

HANDS
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Posted: Sep 2010
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goodluck26

Thine Way Of Walk

One day with evening downing,just saw thou glimpse by....
And some drop of persp chick on,Ask stare to for why.
And belief of love grooved strong,Some day to be your side....
But life still not fair to,If did feel same for never do hide.

May each morn bloom you with,Flowers smile to have thou touch....
But never forget to tell same,Am only own right,to greet such.
And walk with just hand in hand,Want to soothe of having care....
But do not leave path lend with,Myself to go without,and where.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
This poem is for one who do not feel shame to walk on road,rather have wings to fly....
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Speculaas88

Sya la la

I said sya la la ...
They said syo lo lo...
La la lo lo....
We said la li lo lu....
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
Sya la la poem
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Oceanzest

Saxophones over Johannesburg

saxophones over Johannesburg
clouds in the champagne
let it rain
let it rain
for the regime must change

jazz in the hinterland
grazing in the grass
Mbaqanga
Mbaqanga
trumpets from Botswana

Stimela, Stimela
call of the coal train
brought them down
deep down
deep down
in the gold and mineral mines
of the metropoli

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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
Listening to Hugh Masekela's Stimela, one of my favourite jazz compositions, the song is basic enough being just two chords but the trumpet playing is out of this world.
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Unknown

SPIRIT

SPIRIT

WITHIN UNSEEN

BEING LIFE ESSENCE

GIVEN BY BREATH TO US

SPIRIT
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Posted: Aug 2010
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Unknown

Night Light

A crow,
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I was playing with words here to build a picture.
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