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Vision X

© Khalil Gibran

There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands

Martins Puzzle

© George Meredith

I

There she goes up the street with her book in her hand,

OH, listen to the tale of MISTER WILLIAM, if you please,
Whom naughty, naughty judges sent away beyond the seas.
He forged a party's will, which caused anxiety and strife,
Resulting in his getting penal servitude for life.

The Unknown Eros. Book II

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

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The Contact

Christophe Colomb

© Jacques Delille

Eh! qui du grand Colomb ne connaît point l'histoire,

Lui dont un nouveau monde éternisa la gloire?

Charlene-n-Booker 4ever

© Forrest Hamer

And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews,
any man a boy given this chance of making
a new sidewalk outside the apartment building where
some of them live, three old men and their wives,

Casualty

© Seamus Justin Heaney

Dawn-sniffing revenant,
Plodder through midnight rain,
Question me again.

General John

© William Schwenck Gilbert

The bravest names for fire and flames
And all that mortal durst,
Were GENERAL JOHN and PRIVATE JAMES,
Of the Sixty-seventy-first.

Worthy Places

© Ivan Donn Carswell

There were some worthy places where we could escape,
avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely
peopled space; the first was to the outside loo
(the only loo but where at least the toilet paper

What a weekend

© Ivan Donn Carswell

What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits trends,
the World Game French were trashed by Versace and petulance,
the Wallabies by a graphic haka, while Wimbledon saw the Amazons
revenge and Switzerlands answer was Roger Federer in eminence.

To keep the ambience alive

© Ivan Donn Carswell

When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed,
I couldnt say it wasnt much because it was for you,
I had enjoyed it too although it was another day
like any other day weve had before in our association.

A Une Madone (To A Madonna)

© Charles Baudelaire

Ex-voto dans le goût espagnol
Je veux bâtir pour toi, Madone, ma maîtresse,
Un autel souterrain au fond de ma détresse,
Et creuser dans le coin le plus noir de mon coeur,

It is a secular world

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy,
its a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand tongues,
is skipping hosts, mutating at a scary pace, infectious to the
very worst peninsular urbanities. Where do their antisocial

In soothing, sweetened words

No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesnt
matter anyway. I always had an inkling that wed find
a way. And then we did. Im glad about it just for that.
Whether it was good or bad, or would have happened

Ellen McJones Aberdeen

MACPHAIRSON CLONGLOCKETTY ANGUS McCLAN
Was the son of an elderly labouring man;
You've guessed him a Scotchman, shrewd reader, at sight,
And p'r'aps altogether, shrewd reader, you're right.

Good neighbours

To my shame Ive been mending fences again
a quaint habit I inherited from my father;
he would rather fix a fence than parley
repair, and that it is where our views diverged.

Gimme n F

Gimme n F the spruiker cried,
gimme a U and crowd near died,
they knew before he came
to, Whatzat spell? Whatzat spell?

Futurelessness

Time to count the torrid cost of careless words inflicted on
your battered dignity, time to close the ugly face that chanted
out invective foul and shattered amity, time to quell
the fervid rush of feckless wrath which weighs
against the bloodied loss this manic madness brusque
and hot has flung across the face of sanity.

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