Category: Poems & Rhymes


  • Quietus: Poem II
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    Quietus: Poem II

    O’God, O’God—Of Awe & Might;Have Thou let us out of thine sight? O’God, When shalt Thou take away that Gift you gave me once to strive? ‘Proaching the darkest verge of Life,On which our splendour fades away. There’s no escaping the pain we keep; That pain I keep, That’s keeping me, Unalive, Undying, Unbound, Unfree,Perpetually […]

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  • The Shadow of God
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    The Shadow of God

    Still can I look the sky in the eye,& Speak God “O God I know;You cannot turn to me now, & lo,To find me, then, about to die —About to Lose my Flux and Flow;About to lose my wherefore & why.But if you will, I shall not, though;I shall not seek, nor I’ll comply.Yet need […]

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  • Quietus: Poem I
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    Quietus: Poem I

    One day will come, & I will die; Though… if I can have one friend, By my own side until the end;To hold me—gently—as I die,Then mourn me, dearly, surely Imight have not chose to die at all. One day, I know, I’ll cease the fight, & quit that endless callous day, That keeps my […]

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  • أخاف…
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    أخاف…

    أخاف أن أكون…وأخاف أن لا أكون…أخاف تكرار حياة عشتهاوضياع حياة لن أعيشها…أخاف أن أحيا سدى… أخاف أن أُحِب…وأن أُحَب…وأخاف أن لا أُحَب…أو أن لا أُحِب أبدا… أخاف صمتي وأخاف صوتي…أخاف تكرار الصدى… لكل فعل فعلته ولم أفعله…أخاف نفسي… وأخاف ظلي…أخاف عمري إن جاء مضى… أخاف وجودي وحديفي عقلي…في عالمٍ ليس لي…لا أعرف إذ تركته، متى؟ […]

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  • Figura Afligida
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    Figura Afligida

    Tonight I thought of ending things,Of waning away,In the hopes of waking upacross the break of day,Tonight I thought of ending things,Leaving the world nothing to say,Leaving the world a perfect mock-up;Of what my life failed to convey… Tonight I thought of ending things,of dropping game,For all the things I’ve done,I can never escape shame,Tonight […]

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  • Confession
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    Confession

    I have a thing for keeping things;for holding on,for knowing not,when songs should no longer be sung…I have a thing for keeping things,For aging — trying to stay young,& though I know I’ve had my lot,I still cling on,I have a thing for keeping things…for holding on,for knowing not,how to move on —how to wrong […]

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  • The Midwife
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    The Midwife

    There has been a God unknown, a Man disowned,A saint withdrawn, A sinner stoned,A newly-born, Life does untuck,through the weights of inexpression;Timeless shackles of recession,and deeming doom in every luck,The midwife’s sin remains misatoned;One Life…unendingly postponed…

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  • In Syncopes
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    In Syncopes

    I shall always return…in syncopes;I shall always return–in lesser or grander deeds, or be it me,Though times lost,and rhymes rust,and garish living turned to dust,I shall always return,through “Shoulds” and “Musts”,That bid farewell to old mein one last syncope;I shall always return,To one I can’t but truly trust.For recurring, returning to the sea;To that one […]

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  • Letter 12: Circle
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    Letter 12: Circle

    Circle is the God—the Eye:The way I’ve known youunknowing why…Circle, being centered, there,Every time and every whereon the earth & in the sky;Circle, where reside, the “I”,Having been unbound at all,Lingering only in your Soul.In your heart you hold each sphere,Knew I, Genesis bloomed in here,& that God is drawing nigh—Circle in each cheer or […]

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  • Letter 11: Tell Me Where
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    Letter 11: Tell Me Where

    Tell me where all songs are sung,all winters—gone, and prizes—won,Where springs are sprung;Is it a place where she’s not there?!Just tell me where,& I’ll seek her… Tell me where all Loves are sprout,Where exiled doubtwon’t find a routeto creep again within or without;Is it a place where she’s not there?!Just tell me where,& I’ll stay […]

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