"retrench" poems - Hello Poetry

Dynamic in approach So we approach Till a black child can see his the spawn of Gods Afrikan lords with no morals Black is the colour of. Gods We were born lords Afrikvn lords Young blacks with no struggle songs We are bornfrees but we've lost our respect for freedom Twerking not working,unemployed and hawking Free your mindset,set your mind Retrench from mild thoughts We thought we attained freedom What's freedom without religion? What's freedom without God? We are lords Young afrikan lords Black is the colour of Gods

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Nov 4, 2014

Nov 4, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC

SnipthePoeticOne

Spawn of gods

Dynamic in approach So we approach Till a black child can see his the spawn of Gods Afrikan lords with no morals Black is the colour of. Gods We were born lords Afrikvn lords Young blacks with no struggle songs We are bornfrees but we've lost our respect for freedom Twerking not working,unemployed and hawking Free your mindset,set your mind Retrench from mild thoughts We thought we attained freedom What's freedom without religion? What's freedom without God? We are lords Young afrikan lords Black is the colour of Gods

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I dreamed that you could understand the code that I'd devised devoid of ambiguity as plain as broad daylight and anyone who heard or read could look out through my eyes a sweet, seductive fantasy that helped me sleep at night I rushed to put it down in ink the moment I awoke but trains of baggage came along with every word I chose the clarity was the mirage, and all I clutched was smoke that through my fingers oozed away and to the stars arose Retreat!Retrench! at least in math, we share communion pure that isn't just conventional, transparent to us all but Gödel interjects to say I must not be so sure an edifice on such a base in time may also fall self-organized dream-words conform to heptametric verse so somewhere, entropy must grow within my universe

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC

barry-haskell-levine

Hello?

I dreamed that you could understand the code that I'd devised devoid of ambiguity as plain as broad daylight and anyone who heard or read could look out through my eyes a sweet, seductive fantasy that helped me sleep at night I rushed to put it down in ink the moment I awoke but trains of baggage came along with every word I chose the clarity was the mirage, and all I clutched was smoke that through my fingers oozed away and to the stars arose Retreat!Retrench! at least in math, we share communion pure that isn't just conventional, transparent to us all but Gödel interjects to say I must not be so sure an edifice on such a base in time may also fall self-organized dream-words conform to heptametric verse so somewhere, entropy must grow within my universe

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I dreamed that you could understand the code that I'd devised devoid of ambiguity as plain as broad daylight and anyone who heard or read could look out through my eyes a sweet, seductive fantasy that helped me sleep at night I rushed to put it down in ink the moment I awoke but trains of baggage came along with every word I chose the clarity was the mirage, and all I clutched was smoke that through my fingers oozed away and to the stars arose Retreat!Retrench! at least in math, we share communion pure that isn't just conventional, transparent to us all but Gödel interjects to say I must not be so sure an edifice on such a base in time may also fall I hammer language 'til it fits in heptametric verse then launch it on its Viking pyre into the universe

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC

barry-haskell-levine

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I dreamed that you could understand the code that I'd devised devoid of ambiguity as plain as broad daylight and anyone who heard or read could look out through my eyes a sweet, seductive fantasy that helped me sleep at night I rushed to put it down in ink the moment I awoke but trains of baggage came along with every word I chose the clarity was the mirage, and all I clutched was smoke that through my fingers oozed away and to the stars arose Retreat!Retrench! at least in math, we share communion pure that isn't just conventional, transparent to us all but Gödel interjects to say I must not be so sure an edifice on such a base in time may also fall I hammer language 'til it fits in heptametric verse then launch it on its Viking pyre into the universe

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