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"beknown" poems
Tell me, Extended Mum, please, tell me now That Final Instruction I must Obey Whether Left or Right, whose Decision bow Will leash the Harness of my Wilding Fray What Science or Faith could explain this Cause Given this Great Gap by Geography Culture and Taste - alone such Values pause Make alien with Enduring Blasphemy Of such Tragedy the Comfort House bells, That Door engraved: "Un-Welcome those Un-Known." The Answer - to Solve which Society sells And serve Gold-Friendship with True Facts beknown. Still, that Tradition of Solitude aspect Should never be Knived; Must always Respect.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - NINETY-FIVE - TOM DALEY: M'AM DEBBIE DALEY - PLEADING
Empowered Manager, your Rules beknown I'd rather you Teach how we must Behave Or, filter these Concepts to his Reknown And coat this Script for his role as a Knave So what's new? Long does this Method wear For the Centred Market your Profits invest Though, we Illusioned, squeeze each dareful tear Close his Next-Door Gates for an Open Contest To be Fair, dear Sir, if we can afford To pay for that trite, unsubstantial fee I suppose his Skill to waters accord Reward by Harvest; A Hero as he. So yes I'm aware for such tweets I send Were not his eyes for your mouth he'll depend.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND TWO - TOM DALEY
Must it be a Test to Love without Cause Like Dad's Clothes worn un-thinking of Perfection? This be your Practice despite Facts beknown Towards way-end your Silence ignores Diction For One who speaks on-file, eager to Present Once your Lights dim and return to Normal Expect Reserved Silence to those you amend, Played Jester with Clouds and thought you Mortal Even ID's have Foot-Long Lanyards, Sir Meaning regardless of Gold or Bronze frame Remember this for all Intent and for Her All primmed Apartments connect the same. This you adjust, according to your need Her she understands, whatever you please.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTY-NINE - TOM DALEY
Beknown or unbeknown, Let it be known and beknown, The love and greed for power, Oceans of greed for power, The quest for selfish self-importance, The power-gluttonous yearn for power, Like hungry birds yearn for ants, They yearn for powerful power, They get devoured by power, Power of control and power of influence. Let it be known and beknown Power consumes them into consumables, It blinds them into the blind, It deafens them into the deaf, It controls them into the controlled. It influences them into the influenced, It fools them into the foolish, It absolutely corrupts them into the absolutely corrupted, It erodes them into the eroded, It enslaves them into slaves. Let it be known, Let it beknown, Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best, Only what you give power to will have power over you, And in the end, power fails even the most powerful.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
POWER
Therein your Magic could never be blamed Which God and Nature created for you At least in Process which had to be named To blunt those Spikes in whatever you do I say Spikes - since they un-exist on-board And focus that Blue whose Hands beg your call Whilst flashes and sparks your Body they hoard As they Rise and witness your Winning Fall Force this Admission! Many want your Piece Size Fantasy or Fact they still Demand And you - devolved - laugh your Arm's only Fleece By yours Encircled they cry Reprimand. Essense Beknown, your Truth indeed does Wound Less Blade or Bullet; Or even a Sound.
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Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 8:48 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN - TOM DALEY
Hand in hand we walk by, the flower shop between, unknown to loves goodbye, a rose I bought for thee.... Such a smile of thine so bright, dims the sun aloft in the sky, and all that shines amidst the night, withers beside thy gleaming eyes; In thy soft voice cupid whispers, a love's eternal paradise, that no winter or desert piers, nor the low moon is slight to prize. Thy heart, thy soul, a golden stream, of beauty so fair and so deep, and by that brook, thy love a dream, once known to me--now begs me weep! For neath the sky that summers night, a wind blew thee away from me, as heaven above us in spite, stole thy heart and our love to be. And though my soul by sorrow nursed, 'tis the sun that shows me of shine, because it reminds me of thine, and though our love is dissevered, They cannot dissolve thee from mine, and when my fortune hath decline, and on my limbs the sun belie, together, forever, we'll fly. Tears in tears I walk by, the graveyard beneath, beknown to loves goodbye, a rose I brought for thee....
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
Loves Goodbye
To be a man is quite unknown How to rule this earthly throne Not many men, i fear do know What it is to rule this throne i know A macho man with hard spiked hair Will run from virtue hard and fair Honour, truth and fairness just To swallow pride and loose his lust There's many things a man must know That make him male that make him so The path I choose, the image I take May seem effeminate, to fools I make A truth beknown to me, I say To be a man takes many a day It's not enough to lust and drool To chase your pride around a fool Discipline, honour, strength and trust Much what I hold higher than lust. A macho man, a townie lad Aren't men to me, and I'm so glad That with the pain I tolerate that I am man i think they hate The strength I get from all due pain To be a man, to smile again.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
To Be a Man
to wits falls beknown, but going in unknowing— heart beats out the blue
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Haiku #56