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Apr.29.2013
Love is like a butterfly, Pretty to look at,not easy to catch; It flaunts its pretty self, Tantalizing and fleeting before your eyes, And as an eager hand extends, It flits off ever looking pretty and innocent.   A pretty lady is so much like the butterfly, Pretty to look at ,not easy to catch...
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Apr.16.2013
The world has entered a new low with the tragic happenings at the Boston Marathon.Sure history has taught that many wars have been fought on thousands of battlefields over millennia.There have been many famous battles and wars.There were the war of American Independence--a pretty bloody war at that...
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Apr.12.2013
Michelangelo's portrait of Cleopatra,Egypt's last pharoah holding an asp to her breast has been more or less regarded as a genuine work of the master.What got heads turning ,though,was the portrait on the reverse side which is considered ''ugly'',with the Pharoah baring her ''big teeth''.One...
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Apr.11.2013
In a moment it's gone. Just like a whisper Or a silent prayer; A vapour that rises In the midst of the day And steals the secrets of the heart.
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Apr.11.2013
Life's reciprocal is in dying, Love's conquest is in  giving; A fool's paradise is wherever he makes it, A bounty hunter's joy is his catch, A  traveller's ultimate is his destination, A lady's vanity is her beauty, A politician's pride is his speech, And a sportsman's success is his...
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Apr.11.2013
brown leaves ribbed like human hands,stretching   across idyllic sand   like corpses on a Roman battleground.   corpses.You'd think that cadavers belong only to a morgue.   but how many a sylvan wood hides   beneath its greenery the brown dead?
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Apr.11.2013
Grey is the Dawn,opening   the book of a new day   the rainbow an esplanade,traversing   the sky's rim.   sky is a blue-like veil hung in suspense,leaping   over day's painted cumuli and cirrus white-   white as starched linen or crisp paper   crisper than the...
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Apr.08.2013
So Britain has lost a frigate or better yet a battleship, Beneath the sombre English sky an era has just ended, And like a great warrior made famous in  Grecian lore, The boatman must now carry her across the river.   Row boatman,row and carry Margaret Thatcher home, For today we must...
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Mar.27.2013
This was an eventful day and the question the governor Pilate asked Was laden with validity for it was a question that needed an answer Not just for the Sanhedrin but also the rulers in Rome,the Caesars And indeed the followers of Jesus and all of humanity :''Are you The king of the Jews''?Yes,it...
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Mar.24.2013
A time that mankind will never forget, For on that Sunday as a sort or precursor, To a greater event,a man rode into a city, Not in our modern times in a mercedes benz, Or into one of our modern cities like New York, Boston,Washington,Rome,Lagos or L0ndon, But on the back of a donkey and into...
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Mar.22.2013
Though we have never met and were separated by miles of ocean, Though we have never had a conversation about Africa and literature, Though we have never sat down at Starbucks in Boston or New York, Yet my brother I can say that with ''Things Fall Apart'',we have met In its flowing pages for this is...
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Mar.21.2013
Eating hops and ham and drinking some home made coffee, And just thinking about what life is really about. Where does our motivation come from,all 7 billion of us? We aspire to different stations in life and for each person His goal is reachable even with these obstacles. Colon came with his three...
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Mar.19.2013
The white smoke had barely cleared the Sistine Chapel's chimney,announcing'' to the city and the world''(Urbi et Orbi),that ''we have a pope''(habemus papam),but Argentine president Christine Fernandez had already jetted to Rome and an audience with the new pope who was Argentine.She presented the...
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Mar.11.2013
What do poets think about during the frustrating days Of grid-lock traffic coming into Port of Spain or Manhattan, Or during the long cold nights of February and March? Do poets wait and long for the beautiful flowers of spring As everybody else and the welcome melody of birds in April? After...
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Mar.10.2013
What can I give you but a broken basket of flowers, And nothing more right now but my love, For who knows where this long road may lead? Life is not always what we make it out to be, For in the closet may lie skeletons awaiting, The macabre and the slightly unpredictable, For the pavement is not...
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