#midlands - Hello Poetry

Darker than six combined winter mid nights The uneducated minds For they know not when and how to use their knowledge Knowledge without character Is tea without sugar The superior complex do As the inferior complex do other wise Life has the wise and the other wise Those that stand things before understanding Undemocratic knowledge Retaliate democratic knowledge Global democrats Are likened to a boxing ring ‘Jab, hook and uppercut!’ Opponents hit each other hard And destroy not each other. Gracious, after a tough contestant Embrace each other with unity of purpose It’s indeed a game and gambling of knowledge Confidence building knowledge Vision-less vision knowledge Knowledge engulfed by the hocus-pocus Vampire of' ‘Anointed' knowledge Illogical malicious transmitters of words Utter knowledge with utter amazement Indeed, Knowledge is power Power to do evil...or power to do good. No thief, however skilful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire L. Frank Baum accurately observed “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not illiteracy , It's how we illusion knowledge

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC

dumisani-ndlovu

Knowledge

Darker than six combined winter mid nights The uneducated minds For they know not when and how to use their knowledge Knowledge without character Is tea without sugar The superior complex do As the inferior complex do other wise Life has the wise and the other wise Those that stand things before understanding Undemocratic knowledge Retaliate democratic knowledge Global democrats Are likened to a boxing ring ‘Jab, hook and uppercut!’ Opponents hit each other hard And destroy not each other. Gracious, after a tough contestant Embrace each other with unity of purpose It’s indeed a game and gambling of knowledge Confidence building knowledge Vision-less vision knowledge Knowledge engulfed by the hocus-pocus Vampire of' ‘Anointed' knowledge Illogical malicious transmitters of words Utter knowledge with utter amazement Indeed, Knowledge is power Power to do evil...or power to do good. No thief, however skilful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire L. Frank Baum accurately observed “The greatest enemy of knowledge is not illiteracy , It's how we illusion knowledge

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It is Summertime like in the George Gershwin song the grass is waving, tall & my step -father's rich & my mom's not bad looking (still despite being in her late years) In a mansion house that is a museum someone is polishing a large copper *** & dusting the books in the old library A vagrant locked out of childhood haunts in my dreams I walk along a country road The grass is waving, tall it’s summertime like in the George Gershwin song

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Jul 28, 2015

Jul 28, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC

dreams-of-sepia

Summer

It is Summertime like in the George Gershwin song the grass is waving, tall & my step -father's rich & my mom's not bad looking (still despite being in her late years) In a mansion house that is a museum someone is polishing a large copper *** & dusting the books in the old library A vagrant locked out of childhood haunts in my dreams I walk along a country road The grass is waving, tall it’s summertime like in the George Gershwin song

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She readies the tomatoes & radishes fresh lettuce leaves & green onion then finishes with salad cream as a garnish & puts the evening’s fish pie in the oven The salad sings sweetly to her of the bygone days of childhood summers fast cars on winding country lanes, the way her grandfather would say something to his sheepdog & watch it rush away again in the sunlight’s warm grasp, before the rain wandering fields & farms or out by Thor’s cave always with a pair of binoculars for counting birds & bats & how he’d sleep in his armchair in a red brick stack of a house & how the dazed garden air always smelt of tea roses many years have gone past & she keeps all the old photographs under lock & key in Europe & old birthday cards in their envelopes Every Christmas the phone rings out above a coal-filled fireplace & the call goes to the answer machine all that love gone to waste * Thor's Cave is a cave in Manifold Valley in the county of Staffordshire in the UK

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC

dreams-of-sepia

Salad

She readies the tomatoes & radishes fresh lettuce leaves & green onion then finishes with salad cream as a garnish & puts the evening’s fish pie in the oven The salad sings sweetly to her of the bygone days of childhood summers fast cars on winding country lanes, the way her grandfather would say something to his sheepdog & watch it rush away again in the sunlight’s warm grasp, before the rain wandering fields & farms or out by Thor’s cave always with a pair of binoculars for counting birds & bats & how he’d sleep in his armchair in a red brick stack of a house & how the dazed garden air always smelt of tea roses many years have gone past & she keeps all the old photographs under lock & key in Europe & old birthday cards in their envelopes Every Christmas the phone rings out above a coal-filled fireplace & the call goes to the answer machine all that love gone to waste * Thor's Cave is a cave in Manifold Valley in the county of Staffordshire in the UK

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