I'm not in love...                                                    not even a little
  but                 I want                                        to be                       in
love so                    badly.                       My heart                    aches
to feel                                that kiss; that breath                       of life
   that                                 we poets call love in                     an awed
       whisper.                                                         ­                 But...
                Love
                    ­   refuses                                                          ­      The hole
                                to                          ­                                   in              my
                                   show                                                             ­  heart
                                            her face. So my heart                        is
                                 ­                has a hole in it.                              a
                                                                ­                                         Q
                                                               ­                                           u
                    ­                                                                 ­                      e
                                                               ­                                             s
                  ­                                                                 ­                          i
                                                               ­                                              o
                                                               ­                                                               
                                                                ­                                             n.

                                            Where are you, Love?

Earth
Ear
Earthear
Art hear
Art ear
Earth hear
Earth are
Theart
Hearth
H earth
H eart
Heart

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Rampaging tiger, once gentle girl, spare us our lives!
Reduce us not to blood-spray with your lethal knives!
                   Lop                           not
                 our                              red                            
­               and                               raw                necks
             with your  wicked       and         brutal
            claws and glinting        wry   fangs!
          You                   are           kindly
        and               not a              bad
     monster      with a                sly
and         voracious                   gut!
                   Have                        for
                   our                           wet                        tears
              some                             wee                      pity!
        This                                      we beg, O rakshasa!
  Please,                                          remain vegetarian!
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Like waves on the grey ocean
We crash into the green shores
Concrete breakers frozen in
A clash of nature's wars.

The trees look on aside us
Anxious to see the rising tide
The moon looks down above us
Afraid to let the sun decide,

For we are spreading quickly
But the trees take far more care
They tiptoe through this rooted world
While we scramble like the hare

They watch us from the greener shores
But some have gone on free
Patches of grass amongst the paving
Stones of a concrete sea.

Let's hope we mix and mix again
Until our world is grey and green
For if the land or sea invades
Our world will lose its sheen.