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The Months

by Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,

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Boots

by Rudyard Kipling

INFANTRY COLUMNS

We're foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin' over Africa --
Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin' over Africa --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an'-tw enty mile to-day --
Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before --
(Boots--boots--boots--boots--movin' up an' down again!)

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Sonnet Xvii

by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

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The City In Which I Loved You

by Li-Young Lee

And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...

That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I

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Bird

by Pablo Neruda

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

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Recent Fire Poems

Calor

by Aldo Kraas

There is
So much
Calor inside my heart
Right now
After you had made
A fire by using
Some newspapers and wood
And I can't believe that this fire
Is going on non stop

A Trace in the House of Woe

by Igor Vykhovanets

To See Beyond

To truly see — not just through eyes —
Is how the Soul survives and flies.
This isn’t sight — it’s piercing through
The poisoned veil to what is true.

All "consciousness" is fog and fraud
If you believe — you’re just a cog.
Believe the BEASTS, their bloody show —

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Baptism : New form Poetry

by Ghairo Daniels

\\\|| FIRE L I G
/\/\/\ H T itself ~ baptised ~~
***** ***** ||||
**** ***** my forsaken body
************* +++ *********
R \\/ \/ \\ // \/ D R /\ /\/\/\/\///
E \\/\/\ E E /\//\\/\/\///
D \\\/\/\/ +++ R \\ D /\/\/\/\///
+++
red became a ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;......::::::::’’’’”””””””

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haiku : shaped : metamorphose

by Ghairo Daniels

haiku : metamorphose

stillpoint explodes, bang
dark waters earth fire wind all ~
petals unfurl, soar
_____________________
hiku
~~~~~~~~~
still
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rapids and a turtle

by atef ayadi

she said:
"you don’t debug the fire by blowing it out."
i said:
" do you have some fire in you, you want me to blow out?
i have a bag of left over ice in the freezer, in case.
cause i do not have a fire extinguisher in the house,
therefore ice comes handy.
yeah, i am that firefighter, fighting fire with ice."