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Black Tambourine by Rick Richardson Death is a dark knife that cuts the light through the window. A black car in the night. A burning cigarette bursting on the highway. A fire going out. A gypsy with whiskey breath shaking a black tambourine. ~~~~~ Black Tambourine Rebuttal by NM Lipstadt Death is a lit light, sundering the slowing, defeating the resistance, accepting with gratitude the surrendering of labored breathing, tallying as complete the summation of all the trials of errors these accumulations, accompanied fittingly, by an 1812 overture music spectacular, with fireworks and cannons pronouncing victory, at long last! a V-D Day, over the onerous blackness of too many soleless nights, instead it offers a comforter of Where Shelter? Here! in our starry be-Knighted, our jointed crowning neath tapestry blanket of transport to our immortality sheltering. do not doubt its peculiar nourishing is bountiful certainty

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Sep 30, 2023

Sep 30, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC

whereshelter

Black Tambourine & Rebuttal

Black Tambourine by Rick Richardson Death is a dark knife that cuts the light through the window. A black car in the night. A burning cigarette bursting on the highway. A fire going out. A gypsy with whiskey breath shaking a black tambourine. ~~~~~ Black Tambourine Rebuttal by NM Lipstadt Death is a lit light, sundering the slowing, defeating the resistance, accepting with gratitude the surrendering of labored breathing, tallying as complete the summation of all the trials of errors these accumulations, accompanied fittingly, by an 1812 overture music spectacular, with fireworks and cannons pronouncing victory, at long last! a V-D Day, over the onerous blackness of too many soleless nights, instead it offers a comforter of Where Shelter? Here! in our starry be-Knighted, our jointed crowning neath tapestry blanket of transport to our immortality sheltering. do not doubt its peculiar nourishing is bountiful certainty

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He said, as “words or wisdom” ... Don’t dream ... don’t wish... I say *Dare to dream and make wishes Exercise your imagination No one knows the future for it has yet to unfold* He said... Never ask anyone to save you I say... *Who needs saving? You or me? I am a survivor on my own merit.* He said... I can not pander toward other people’s loneliness. I say... *It wasn’t loneliness you were pandering toward. You are a hunter. I was bored.* He said... It (you) takes away from my other relationships (yes, plural) And the tells me... Love exclusively or don’t love at all. I say... *What’s good for the goose is not good for the gander, huh? You do not practice what you preach therefore, there is no wisdom in your speech.* Just MY thoughts

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC

elle-h

What’s Good for the Goose...

He said, as “words or wisdom” ... Don’t dream ... don’t wish... I say *Dare to dream and make wishes Exercise your imagination No one knows the future for it has yet to unfold* He said... Never ask anyone to save you I say... *Who needs saving? You or me? I am a survivor on my own merit.* He said... I can not pander toward other people’s loneliness. I say... *It wasn’t loneliness you were pandering toward. You are a hunter. I was bored.* He said... It (you) takes away from my other relationships (yes, plural) And the tells me... Love exclusively or don’t love at all. I say... *What’s good for the goose is not good for the gander, huh? You do not practice what you preach therefore, there is no wisdom in your speech.* Just MY thoughts

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Original by https://hellopoetry.com/@cj-sutherland https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5189934/confucius-say If Kǒngzǐ (Confucius) had read your poem, he might say this in observation and reflection: A mouth speaks of ancient truths, While the heart clings to a caricature. To seek the 'HEALing' of the body While the mind is constipated by prejudice Is to carry a lantern And close one's eyes. To borrow a name and provide a joke Is to eat the peel and throw away the fruit.

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC

Liujiawen2024

Kongzi Rebuttal to the Poem Confucius-Say

Original by https://hellopoetry.com/@cj-sutherland https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5189934/confucius-say If Kǒngzǐ (Confucius) had read your poem, he might say this in observation and reflection: A mouth speaks of ancient truths, While the heart clings to a caricature. To seek the 'HEALing' of the body While the mind is constipated by prejudice Is to carry a lantern And close one's eyes. To borrow a name and provide a joke Is to eat the peel and throw away the fruit.

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