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Life In Exile

We are gone
the sea
has swallowed us

distance
washes over us

no more
is heard of us

in this
our land of separation.

Marking
in extreme measure
the extent

in depths
silent twilight swell

flowing
past identified points

tidal
diversity rising.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rhythm Of The Day

The moon is bright, so high, so cool
The sun, fumbles, gazes in the grass
The lake sparkles, smiles, in the grey
Smiling at each day

The verse, comes from the east
The west dangles, dances within
a bawl inside
Rivers cropping, like spokes
And is agrand pa Mulanje mountain
And, to the south, Viphya
with birds, smiling

Order of the day is shaking
Vigorous heads retakes brittle words
Words of wisdom from all walks of life
Smiling at the ridged land

Before is a reclaim of the garden
So, beautiful and the lake washes,
washes, washes, washes
While the doleful king points out,
points out, points out so high

So high, is the song, and birds
Slander and go
In the rhythm of the day

poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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Day

Waking one morning
In a pleasant land,
By a river flowing
Over golden sand:--

Whence flow ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We come flowing
From the Silent Land.

Whither go ye, waters,
O'er your golden sand?
We go flowing
To the Silent Land.

And what is this fair realm?
A grain of golden sand
In the great darkness
Of the Silent Land.

poem by James Thomson
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So Far Gone

How its done.
Always on the run.
Just another number.
Statistics.
Becoming a mystic.
Watch the hands closely.
Its a disappearing trick.
Shes there, shes gone.

How its done.
Always on the run.
Just another picture.
Memories.
The burning disease.
Watch the horror movies.
Its more flashbacks.
Its there, its gone.

How its done.
Always on the run.
Just another measure.
Despair.
So f*cking scared.
Watch the fire ignite.
Its a candle light vigil.
Were there were gone.
So far gone, so far gone.
Its another place.
Distant.
Separation of the body and mined.
Traveling through outer space.
Grab the twilight.
Hold on to it.
Make it yours.
For it hasn't been there before.
So far gone, so far gone.
Its another place.
Distant.
Separation of the body and mined.
Traveling through outer space.
Grab the twilight.
Hold on to it.
Make it yours.
For it hasn't been there before.

How its done.
Always on the run.
Just another treasure.
Desire.
What you want.
Watch it fade away.
Its more fools gold.
Its there, its gone.
Always on the run.
Just another label.
Faking.
What are you.
Watch the dirt fly.
Its sticks and stones.
Your there, your gone.

How its done.
Always on the run.
Just another vagrant.
Living.
A need to survive.
Watch her eyes now.
Its another color again.
Shes there, shes gone.
So far gone, so far gone.
Its another place.
Distant.
Separation of the body and mined.
Traveling through outer space.
Grab the twilight.
Hold on to it.
Make it yours.
For it hasn't been there before.
Once more.
So far gone, so far gone.
Its another place.
Distant.
Separation of the body and mined.
Traveling through outer space.
Grab the twilight.
Hold on to it.
Make it yours.
For it hasn't been there before.
How its done.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Battle Ready

KUAN!!

simple souls overload as i explode data banks
cuz the earth and space gave birth to this paleface

supreme -- linguistic -- mental machine
your brain cells swell - the intellects extreme

fire fills my veins as eye proclaim my resistance
to the mind-swapping parasites that feed off my existence

as eye -- skin the burn to relearn the royal plan
somewhere out beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land

its authentic

song performed by by Otep from Sevas Tra
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Well Did You Evah?

Porter
Have you heard among this clan
I am called the forgotten man ?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have ou heard the story of
Dexter boy being gypped by love?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What furs, what rocks
What gaiety!
Its all too exquis
That french champagne
So good for the brain
That band, its the end!
Kindly dont fall down, my friend.
Have you heard? professor munch
Ate his wife and divorced his lunch.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? the countess krupp
Crossed the bridge when the bridge was up
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that mimsie starr
Just got pinched in the astor bar?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard that uncle newt
Forgot to open his parachute?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this
It s great, its grand
It s wonderland
What soup, what fish
That beef what a dish
That grouse, so rare
That old camembert!
That baba au rhum!
Will you please move over, chum?
Have you heard the poor dear blanche
Got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard? its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars.
Well, did you evah?
What a swell party this is!

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Diversity Spices Communities

simplicity and complexity
embraces in diversity...
diversity spices globally

diversity individuality polarity
diversity spices community...
diversity flavours humanity

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Distances

distance. space.silence.

what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?

it is the kiss that seals it.

what is the distance between
our silence for days?

it is the distance of longing.

what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?

it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth

i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.

i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?

i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more

i can see you the more you
can see me.

IT is the farthest star
that we long much.

IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.

IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.

It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.

This longing. This pain.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If giving points to some students to achieve greater diversity is a quota system in violation of the Constitution, how can the awarding of points to the children of a less diverse alumni be upheld?

quote by Adam Schiff
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Sonnet 129: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame

Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despisèd straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe,
Before a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows, yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Custers Blues

Well you look just like general custer
On the day of his last stand
Heading up into the black hills
Glorious and grand
I saw it by your side
A map in your hand
Heading up into the rain
Singing this land is your land
Now Ive seen your dust a-rising
And Ive seen your numbers swell
Ive seen you crossing the badlands
And Ive heard your captains yell
Ive watched you when youre sleeping
Ive seen you filling up your can
Thinking as you work
That this land is your land
But now youre bursting into my country
Youre messing up my fields
Youre playing games with my holy places
Youre tearing the earth with your wheels
Right now your star is ascending
And your head is bursting with pride
But I wonder if custer was still singing
this land is my land when he died
Was he still singing this is my land when he died
Was he singing that its my land when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing its my land when he died
When he died...
Was he singing when he died

song performed by by Waterboys
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The Oyster's Treasure Trove

Beneath the waves, beneath the stars,
Beneath the sunshine, too,
We'll find the raging tidal bars
That fill the oceans through.
In yonder depths, the oyster's shell
Holds fast its prize within...
For there it rests, content to swell,
Its wonders to begin.

The pearl exists without a care
Inside its Mother's arms...
Engulfed in softness, time to spare
And safe from Nature's harms.
And so it grows, till divers swim
The depths that air departs...
For there, where light itself must dim,
Are secrets that bless hearts...

The oyster rises to the sun
Where Man is known to live.
The pearl is prized out by someone,
Its special home to give.
Sometimes in silver it's been set...
Sometimes it's blessed by gold.
If so, it's lost all past regret...
What beauty we behold!

Across the world the ring is flown
Within its precious case.
It's sold on TV where it's shown
Exquisitely with grace!
A husband buys it for his wife
To celebrate their love
And so she wears it through her life
With thanks to God above...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Nothing But The Self Reflecting

nothing but the self reflecting
energy eternal flowing
nothing knowing always growing

constant motion without
separation ever showing

What waves in space cause worlds to
continuously condense and collide?

How to measure the ceaseless collimation
of matter with limiting misconceptions of time?

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain

The Memorial Fountain is really rather fascinating in its design,
As the water doesn’t always follow its course in one straight line.
The Fountain in itself is an extremely interesting feature,
As it moves in all different ways, just like a living creature.

It’s a focal point to which many people make their way;
Where adults can sit and relax and young children can play.
Parents sit on the lush green grass next to the flowing water,
Whilst keeping a watchful eye on their sons and daughters.

On the side of the Fountain, visitors can choose to take a seat,
And sit chatting away together, whilst paddling their tired feet.
The Fountain aims to represent the different aspects of Diana’s life:
The times of joy and happiness, and the times of trouble and strife.

The flowing water runs down an incline, not too steep.
At some points, it’s very shallow and at others, it’s deep.
Around the channel there are various depths and widths:
At some points it rises up, while at other points, it dips.

At some points, the water tumbles and slightly churns,
Whilst at other points, it meanders in twists and turns.
At some points along the way, the water flow is pretty fast,
Whilst over other points, the water is quite slowly passed.

At some points the water runs down surfaces so very smooth,
Whilst at other points, its flow is disturbed by little grooves.
At three points, the course can be crossed by little bridges,
Near to where the water jumps down over little ridges.

At some points, the foaming water cascades over a waterfall,
Whilst at others, the water slows down into a leisurely crawl.
The water is pumped from the top, down in two directions.
At the bottom, the waters meet in a pool of calm reflection.

To spark some kind of emotion, the fountain never fails.
Some simply come to remember Diana, Princess of Wales.
A real air of majesty this special Fountain does possess.
It is a fitting tribute to a much-loved and missed Princess.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Twilight Of Freedom

Let us glorify, brothers, the twilight of freedom --
The great twilight year.
A weighty forest of nets is lowered
Into the bubbling waters of night.
You are rising into desolate years,
O sun, judge, people.

Let us glorify the fateful burden,
Which the nation's chief takes up in tears.
Let us glorify the twilight burden of power,
Its unbearable weight.
Whoever has the heart should hear, time,
How your ship is sinking.

We tied the swallows into battle legions
And so, the sun's obscured; all of nature
Warbles, whirls, lives;
The dense twilight through the nets
The sun's obscured, and the land sets sail.

But still, let us try: an enormous, awkward,
Screeching turn of the wheel.
The land is sailing. Take courage, men!
Dividing the ocean, like a plow,
We will recall even in Lethe's frost,
That our land cost ten heavens.

poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Any great work of art revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world -- the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.

quote by Leonard Bernstein
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Dreaming Of Li Bai (1)

Separation by death must finally be choked down,
but separation in life is a long anguish,

Chiang-nan is a pestilential land;
no word from you there in exile.

You have been in my dreams, old friend,
as if knowing how much I miss you.

Caught in a net,
how is it you still have wings?

I fear you are no longer mortal;
the distance to here is enormous.

When your spirit came, the maples were green;
when it went, the passes were black.

The setting moon spills light on the rafters;
for a moment I think it's your face.

The waters are deep, the waves wide;
don't let the river gods take you.

poem by Du Fu
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Lazyman's Wise Prayer

LAZYMAN'S WISE PRAYER

If to that extent RICH indeed
I need not have to toil hard instead

If to that extent SHREWD indeed
I would have skipped some years instead

If to that extent BRAVE indeed
I could'nt have lost on more counts instead

If to that extent READY indeed
I should'nt have to repent now instead

If to that extent FOUGHT indeed
I ought to have won fast instead

If to that extent all B A D indeed
Better I should'nt have the right to live instead

Louis Santhana

poem by Santhana Louis
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The Purifier

Water for shower washes away bodily dirt
Drinking water washes away dirt of body’s internal organs
And cleanses blood
Tears washes away dirt of mind
Thus teardrops carry away sins of all kind
And make people good
And give them the power to control mood.

From the lowermost paradise
Breeze will be blown sometimes
In the uppermost hell
So the sinners living there will be able to cry
And become good people
That’s why they will be forgiven someday or other
But the sinners of other hells
Will not be able to shed tears
Because of extreme hot weather
So they will be punished forever and ever.

poem by Asif Andalib
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The Mouth Of The Sea

the sea this afternoon
is divided into two halves
parallel to each other
the brown part touches the shore
the one faraway is the
bluish one, deep and
silent,

once again, the mountain has reached
its destination through its river
swallowed by the mouth of the sea
into the depths of its silence
on this cycle of life
and then
unto death.