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Comments closedSocrates dies, sleep easy, dear Athens; Socrates is found guilty of asking questions, one too many; Socrates is subject to our justice fair and just…
Comments closeddid you want to say goodbye? a hug will do did you want to say goodbye? a gentle wave at the window is good did…
Comments closeddear owl, where is your home after all the day and night of rains that you should sit forlorn like Lear on the pavement this…
Comments closedpoor man was made in the image of God (especially man, especially the he’s!) and so he he he must abide with rules and propriety…
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Comments closedthe drives power one and pleasant things are remembered; an identity is evolved in pleasures and pain makes its mark; and the yearnings create the…
Comments closedLi Po sits drinking wine; he is in his garden below the tree reciting his poems to the night and he sings to the cool…
Comments closedperhaps the day is thorny the world is crushing; perhaps the weight is heavy and the burden borne alone: still be of cheer, sweetheart, wherever…
Comments closedcome living beings, all of life all forms and creatures seen and unseen; come and listen and sing the song of good universal cheer ha…
Comments closedI am content here in my open with the trees and the birds that sing and the clouds above and the moon that radiates at…
Comments closedSocrates hears the gods declare him the wisest mortal alive; Socrates wants to know if this is true (for what do I know? I know…
Comments closedbe careful there with things like the arts and poetry for they rarely are like what they seem to be
Comments closedan unhurried drive to the library in the lazy evening an easy find and smooth park and a quiet hour between shelves; and a slow…
Comments closedwhen the sun kissed your face what did you feel? do you remember how was it when the sun peeped through the trees? that is…
Comments closedit is a bust, a bust from ancient times, chipped but still intact, unknown though perhaps a respected member of officialdom or a dancer, her…
Comments closedall day it rains and the lilly-pilly with her green leaves and pink flush on her head stands swaying, swaying, swaying as gentle or vigorous…
Comments closedit’s wet autumn days and the rains sing us asleep and nurture many gloomy minds in the day; and on the lamppost arms along the…
Comments closedthe first twitter-ers were poets; except Homer and Valmiki used more than hundred and forty characters each
Comments closeddon’t ask me what’s it all about no platonic ideals about love and birth of love in myths and fables; or discourses about marriages made…
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