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Reserata Carcerem Xliv
*Reserata Carcerem XLIV* Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage - ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage; ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden. Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven. Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire, 'n' apt acumen rehearsed th' transpired. Only t' know th' sewn sage for his sire - his callous urchin smeared grandsire? "Holla, sire.", sunny sire did quethe, fanning...

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Categories: xliv, anger,
Form: Sonnet
Love Letter From the Soul Xliv
Special, she came she finally came out out of the dark, the shadow cut down from the rope that binds leaving just The Word behind we are blind when we don't see not the surface but the grains of time, of circumstance leading and misleading followers only looking for trust who shall they trust if not their eyes their hearts? their minds? it's a different time, evolved with...

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Categories: xliv, love,
Form: Narrative



Love Letter From the Soul Xliv
Hero, “Love is a hero’s journey, and the hero’s journey is a noble but difficult path.” — Marianne Williamson winter wears and wanders in shaking and frigid each step taken ached, iced and frozen there's a crackling under foot hearts turn to run into the black forest of empty where soot has made her home but I turn towards yours holding...

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Categories: xliv, love,
Form: Romanticism
Premium Member If You Pull a Long Brexiting Face: Xliv
IF YOU PULL A LONG BREXITING FACE : XLIV – 44 IF you pull a long-twisted Brexiting face Pulled three more years by Santa Theresa May « Eyes » to the Right and « Nose » to the Left gaze Is the fate of phase after Letwin amendment delay If you pull a long-pained Brexit-fixit-now face Deal or No-Deal come yet...

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Categories: xliv, america, england, political, world,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Unquotable Quotes: Xliv - Tongue-Teasing Epigrams
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV Don’t translate poems if you want yours read. A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless. A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose. Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining. It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining. Every clout makes you...

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Categories: xliv, humor, irony, satire, word
Form: Epigram



Premium Member If Ever I Had a Country : Xliv and Xlv
IF ever I had a country : XLIV - XLV XLIV IF ever I had a country even beyond this galaxy And if ever I were by no stretch of the mind the very first - ever - educated Minister of Education I'd install television cameras in every class-room and lecture hall so that the entire population Whether always asleep...

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Categories: xliv, education, innocence, school, teacher,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

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