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"promulgates" poems
So what about it all my friend ? Has life smiled upon your face? Do you feel the warming emanate From within the planet’s grace? Has chance played a fruitful hand to you In lady luck’s cruel whim ? Has mercy touched your Devil’s side When you’ve clashed horns with him? Did something hold you back that night When anger splashed its bile, Across your pale and youthful brow Across your jaws profile ? What contained reaction so? How did you stay composed, When all around was turmoil And reason lay deposed ? What brought a small smile to your face, A sparkle to your eye ? How could you see the innocence In this blackness called a lie ? What is it in your make up Which promulgates your best When others will capitulate To fail the crucial test ? Why is it that you stand so tall Among the mottled crowd ? Do you realize your influence In making we, around you, proud ? Is the weight of our dependence A millstone round your neck ? Or do you take it all within your stride And grin and…What the heck ? Do you recognize your leadership, How you wear this mantle well ? Dare you hold the flame aloft for us To strive under your spell ? Will you wear this robe of Kingship ? Will you steer our ship of state ? …For should you guide us to tomorrow We can tomorrow’s burdens break. Marshalg @theCoalface Victoria Park Tunnel 10 April 2010
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Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 1:31 PM UTC
To He Who Holds His Hand Aloft
dear man, you did one wrong, don't celebrate, you'll hear again about it till this date, dear man you did two wrongs, get set to flee, she'll cry about your wrongs, they will be three, you did three wrongs, start looking for the door, when next you spat, she'll bring to you all four, and lord forbid your four come back as five, this pattern promulgates while you're alive, when five wrongs then return to you as six, you'll wish for tickets down the river Styx, and six will show as seven different things, and ten, eleven, only diamond rings appease the wrath of woman but do fret, for pachyderms and females don't forget, your flaws will always exponential grow, and this a man must always need to know. (C)2012, Christos Rigakos
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
dear man, you did one wrong, don't celebrate