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Where the dike is lowest the water first runs over.
By gnawing through a dike, even a rat may drown a nation.
quote by Edmund Burke
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Where the dike (or dam) is lowest the water first runs over.
He who starts a lawsuit makes a hole in the dike.
Like seeks like--a scabbed horse and a sandy dike.
An Old Woman Carrying A Load
on a rumor
that the dike leaks and soon
shall give way
an old woman carrying a load
on her head
runs away looking like
a question mark
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In An Open Rice Field
in an open rice field
beside a dried mud-dike
a man stands on guard
a rat hides under the tree
the eagle flies above them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is incredible value in being of service to others. I think if most of the people in therapy offices were dragged out to put their finger in a dike, take up their place in a working line, they would be relieved of terrible burdens.
quote by Elizabeth Berg
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Let Me Go Home
I want to go home after this incident,
So let me go home.
Nike, like, dike, pike, bike, hike, mike;
And like the clouds of mercy across the horizon,
But with many roses in the land of my muse!
Whatever,
Whenever,
Wherever;
The surface of the deep is now frozen,
So let me go home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Daily Guide
Daily guide,
A message from a tomato seller;
Daily guide,
A message from a plantain seller;
Nike, like, hike, mike, dike, bike, kike, pike!
And like the muse of sellers at 'Bosoma Market';
But there i met the products that i needed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What The Heart Allows
thoughts on fire, pure desire,
even the violent pray for peace.
broken plans, empty hands,
burning flags and stormy seas....
wont buy the lie, it's live or die,
waiting for the clock to strike.
drunk with loss, done paid the cost,
too many fingers in the dike.
the first day of forever begins now.
tear it down, it doesnt matter how!
tired of lying lips and sacred cows....
the mind only buys what the heart allows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Dry Land
this used to be a river
filled with fish
we used to catch some here
days and years
lump together and humans
pack up
rivers convert themselves
to cities for need of space
this one shall follow
it is not the sun that has
taken what it has
a tractor builds a dike
and takes all the water here
this is dry land
no fish, no water,
no moss, sand is filled
and rocks
delivered to make
out of this river
a new housing subdivision
at a higher cost
than money
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Toasting With Cocktails
Say what you will,
But words plastered
Upon a damaged dike...
Will not contain a flushing storm,
Exposing the weakness
Of a foundation flawed.
No matter who says it is fortified,
To resist constant pounding...
Someone is going to feel the affects,
Of not putting words into action!
Accept those who are toasting with cocktails,
Ignoring the calls for help!
And too inebriated to distinguish between sounds
Of screams and their own laughter!
Believing they have been drenched by a massive martini,
Filled to the brim with floating olives...
And intoxicated with merriment descending upon them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scurrying to Hide Their Self Servicing
Transit operations add onto the bailout wave.
An economic glitch has transfixed the land.
A dike has broken and no bandage can fix...
The overflow of a crisis,
Hidden by tricks and other conflicts!
Now tearing loose the slipping grip held,
Of those startled and unbelieving it!
But this for years has been creeping to centerstage.
As those in leadership positions,
Socialized in grandiose style and pulchritude.
With an embellishment of their self worth...
Quickly becoming identified with lowlife, trash and dirt!
And seen scurrying to hide,
Their self servicing with greed that appears in their eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spring Funeral
At my grandfather's funeral
obese lady playing preacher
looking dike and butch
but missing the flannel cut off
and biker tattoos
preaching a sunday mass
celebrating the death of Jesus
not the long life lived by grandpa
a time to live, a time to die
a time to reap, a time to sow
'for everything turns, turns, turns
there is a season turns, turns, turns'
lyrics in my head
a smile creeping from behind my frown
on and on she goes
a time to....a time to
could have stopped ten times ago
poem by Bridget Bush
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When I Was Five
walk to corner store
now gone
candy dots, lipstick,
and dreamsicle
drips on dress
ripped by group
of blue bird girls
on dike
river rushes
danger
unknown man
offers a nickel
for company
sleeps in porch
wood leg on floor
next to B & W television
watch 'Boston Blackie'
eat roast rabbit,
buttered bread
covered with sugar
and milk man smiles
in warm kitchen
door to outside
swing set
swallow
a penny
in pocket
with cracker
jacks
and ball
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poem by Judy L. Brekke
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Tulips For You
I had, for reasons of expediency
done all my chores, took out the files
to weed old wisdom and the silverfish
out of my life, it had been overdue.
Thus, time ran out and slammed the hollow door,
taking all pens and pencils, every one
I, in my youthful drive to clean the slate
had shredded all remaining paper. It was done.
The poem I was set to write for you, it must
wait for another time, perhaps you're fine to wait?
Meanwhile may I present a little treat today:
One hundred hectares, yes, a sea of tulip kisses,
guarded by windmills and a dike not made from clay.
You'll get to meet Hans Brinker, all in stone
and see the fossil of his clever finger bone.
And while you count in Dutch the tulips in the sea,
I'll write a lovely limerick for you, from little me.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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