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 Next to you, safe in your arms. There’s no place, I’d rather be. The world can do no harm, when I’m next to you. Lying there, with my head o... [read more] |
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Sometimes I wish I only knew, how you are feeling. Are you happy being with me? Or do you want to end it? Sometimes I wish I only knew, what... [read more] |
 I'm so tired of loving him, I swear this much is true. I'm just so sad from loving him, I don't know what to do. I see him everywhere I go,... [read more] |
 إذا قصر الزمان أم طال محال بلادي هذا محال وجنون أن يهمس به أو يقال أن أنساك أو أنسى ثراك والسهول والجبال التي تعلمت منها الشموخ وفيها تل... [read more] |
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Screaming inside, I hide my feelings, deep within a tormented soul. My heart cries out, a silent elegy, and the louder I scream, the less I... [read more] |
 ***[for Lady Certainly, the finest Christian I have ever known, with the utmost gratitude for her kindness, and the devout fidelity to her t... [read more] |
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[to the Reverend Ron Davis, the friend who "sticketh closer than a brother," I dedicate this poem in honor of that night we assembled a cros... [read more] |
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I tell you this about that Jesus, whom we crucified (yes, I was on the execution team): he was not like the many men that we have killed tha... [read more] |
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Am I my brother's keeper,thought I was till I looked deeper Inside myself saw the blind eye I'd turned to silent cries for Help,salvation a... [read more] |
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[an imitation of Wallace Stevens' poem, "Palace of the Babies"] That night, the unbelieving prefect walked about the stone flo... [read more] |
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I saw a bully knock a little girl down to the pavement, where she scraped her knee and both elbows. The injuries made her cry of... [read more] |
 I'm confused of what to think- It seems everytime I blink, I miss something new- But that's natural instinct. So many changes have occurred-... [read more] |
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What justice can I count on from my pounds of flesh? The very thought is hardly worth a laugh. My body is a seething pit of bitter pride., a... [read more] |
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[a reply, of sorts, to MacLeish's poem, "Epistle to be Left in the Earth"] Just look around: so many open, empty graves pr... [read more] |
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Do you tell her you do not want to be with anybody else? Do you tell her that when you met, you knew she was the one... [read more] |