I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
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Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.
O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door
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It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.
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LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
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A barren land once my heart was,
Till she poured like a shower.
The cracks she healed with her gentle touch,
My heart began to flutter.
The light in her eyes cured my darkness,
Her thoughts struck me like thunder,
Her smile — lightning in a stormy sky.
Oh beloved!
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The pressure of the rain and the moisture and cloud cover stirred my soul and right then a tear fell from the sky and landed on my lips and wanted a kiss from me, so I kissed the rain back.
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[Poets Note : This poem was placed 1st in an International Poetry Contest ]
rain shine so divine
sprinkle blessings kissings wet ~
feet in leather boots
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Rain-shine sound patter
mad hatter
Alice lost in whimper drops
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A fresh breath gusts—
Through emerald-grey skies,
Cool on flushed skin,
A moan caught in the pines.
Light pierces thick clouds
Like want through restraint,
Veins of lightning stroking the dark,
Slow, then sudden.
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Unmoored, drifting— a face blurs
against window reflections, is it mine?
A stranger’s? No matter.
Streetlights flicker in shallow pools,
mirror-puddles swallowing neon, while a palm tree bends—
wind pressing, steel humming quiet.
Petals scatter, soft confetti
caught between tram rails, dissolving—
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