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  Remember, remember, the fifth of November Remember the Ides of March Remember Dallas one Friday Remember the blow, fire, ember Away with mad kings and tyrants Away with cuddling violence Having bloodily got rid of opponents No word of hatred left but dead black silence

sycamore

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under the sycamore tree blisters don't hurt no more paths that lead to the quay ideas that go to a drawer rebels will deaden sense nightmares surpass the deed estimate your expense sycamore tree will concede under the sycamore tree dreamed ones are rulers and never intend to flee till one sinks in vain sand rebels will deaden sense nightmares surpass the deed estimate your expense sycamore tree will concede under the sycamore tree bodies will melt and shrink trapped in mad reeling plea kith and kin will lip sync rebels will deaden sense nightmares surpass the deed estimate your expense sycamore tree will concede

Shower Sprinkles

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Shower sprinkles, shower sprinkles in windows when leaves fall, Cadence whispers in unison, drops chatter unalterable, Lavish drizzle falls and patters on my crying panes… Glass moan… glass mourning… the crystal melts in haze And sluggish grey beam will trickle or crawl… Shower sprinkles, shower sprinkles in windows when leaves fall… translated from Leopold Staff

ELAPSED

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Elapsed I’m fixing my curriculum Though prospects are nebulous Can I kill more birds with one stone? My stakes seem tenebrous Vaporous progress drags me back The clock withdrew its hands The cup cries out for coffee Denies more hasty demands The world is prone to war I’m leaving through back door When the phone refuses to cry As if for a long bank holiday I’m excavating my life swirls Shall I step back? I’m afraid. Typing lines on t’guitar string Has always been my pick Now tap dance of my fingers Needs a firm walking stick The world is prone to war I’m leaving through back door Detecting little earthquakes causes dizziness Perpetual change could be fate’s bitchiness

In Memory Of Those Who Fought In Warsaw In August 1944 And On

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  "Day or night - mother, father - I'll withstand in cracking blaster, me, soldier, poet, dust of time that closes I'll go - taken after you: no fear though death at hand,  on, carrying bunches of cravings like those of burned roses" translated from: K. K. Baczyński tranlsated on 1st August, 69 years after Warsaw Uprising broke out "Dzień czy noc - matko, ojcze - jeszcze ustoję w trzaskawicach palb, ja, żołnierz, poeta, czasu kurz. Pójdę dalej - to od was mam: śmierci się nie boję, dalej niosąc naręcza pragnień jak spalonych róż."
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  under the sycamore tree blisters don't hurt no more paths that lead to the quay ideas that go to a drawer rebels will deaden sense nightmares surpass the deed estimate your expense sycamore tree will concede
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maroon beads dropping on the keys my nose unsecurely seeking a squeegee i need to wipe out the sense of bootlessness and go bare-foot through embers of good advice pizzazz is leaving me both my ends dripping looking for a trowel to lay images from my head to lay down seeing red
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life and other shit what is where i'm bound to be why not there doing what so down to earth  like never before treading heat looking out for a change of fleet sticky keys i'm typing my bread nobody sees you don't understand

Life of Sadness

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Scaling the sadness Expecting what time could do And never look forward to gladness Cos no-one will stand by you I'm hoping coping melting smelting The future How can I make headway Hold up, break bad day The test will start Keep me apart Until one dawn Won't be alone Or will be still Got no will Have my pride undone Yet striding my mind gliding Caressing thoughts Undoing knots My life Begins and Will never end Lyrics commissioned by a friend

Challenge 2 (30) / Latte

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30. That's All, Folks Write a poem where something (big or small, abstract or concrete) comes to an end. At the beginning the initial Signed with a frothy topping So flawless that Almost untouchable Going deeper things aren't so light It gets darker and darker But one indulges in sipping Sometimes finds another Essence or spirit The moment so endless A pure power for veins Yet it must reach a stop All will approach the bottom Unless one terminates Leaving their apetite  In the state of misery Whaterver you do Sticky smudges on the glass Mark the end of the tasty break Na początku inicjał Zapisany piankowym czubkiem Tak nieskazitelny, że Niemal nietykalny Schodząc niżej nie jest tak lekko Robi sie coraz ciemniej Ale oddając się popijaniu Czasem znajduje się inną Spirytualna esencję Niekończący się moment Czysta moc dla tętnic A jednak, osiągnie kres Wszystko dosięgnie dna Chyba, że ktoś przerwie Pozostawiając apetyt W stanie niedoli C

Challenge 2 (29) / Prosaic

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29. BEING PROSAIC Write a prose poem. These days life's the most imminent. The way to work fragrant of blossom, which, sadly, descends after two days of teasing nostrils. It is soon replaced by juicy grass, silly leaves madly unfolding their damp surfaces to the sun, or just winds coating my forehead like furry hat, though. Some days before I stupmed upon lumps of muddy soil, the scarf choking my throat, unable to believe that this miraculous gift will win over the oblivion of trees. But there I am, walking, legs some decade younger refuse to carry me depressionward, blusterously mocking the gravity. Smell, sight, touch, hearing, I'm even able to taste life in bloom when I stick out the tongue. I keep it out, regardless how many passers-by will reveal their sardonic faces. Let them laugh - I choose life.

Challenge 2 (28) / Twitter Status 1

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28. TWEET TWEET Write a poem that’s less than 140 characters. If you’re on Twitter, tweet it! Accomplishments Like fortune's boughs Endowed with some See with astonishment As mountain bows For you to crumb

Challenge 2 (27) / Earring

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27. THAT THING Spend some time with an object you feel connected to. Write a poem using the object to construct an extended metaphor. For more about extended metaphor: http://bit.ly/xSuQbw . Precious Vevka's earring The grey oxidised cloak Hides more than a thing A wire wrapped around A wire that smothers Another silver in a frown A value so unique A beauty so transitory That you can easily skip And finally the core A pure stone, child of nature No need to want any more I hang from my life's ear Astonising and complex While being simple and clear

Challenge 2 (26) / Red

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26. CUT & PASTE Circle all the verbs in a magazine article. Use as many of them as you can to construct a poem. Title your poem with the article's title. BETTER RED THAN DEAD Having warned him They settled down in sofas The lobby's so cool Air conditioning has become To work properly All he wants is to disappear Reduce the amount of air He occupies but can't move They, carrying the arms Inherited, not chosen Got to govern life and death Mixing are and have And he'd never considered Giving in to them but Must meet their expectations What apperared a game Having evolved in a match Is becoming a vow More severe than  When marrying someone If he only were Able to solve it anyway Should he last or perish? Are they capable of causing  Anything that matters? Who will see if he gets What he didn't deserve? Red blood isn't his Who's dead? "BETTER RED THAN DEAD have   got are becoming   have   warned   mixing   reduce   become   are dis

Challenge 2 (25) / Form (Where are the Winds)

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Form (Where are the Winds) How many years must have passed To sort out some things that last Those should have gone away though Many, many moons ago How many wrinkles must come To understand that it's far and done Can I keep up with the river's flow Or rather give up and let it go? Where are the winds that carry my thoughts away? Go ahead, my hands, feel and caress the clay Until you form a better me And I'll put my mind into it and make you see How many strings must break up Until I see the bottom of the cup With no links no vest no boat I still feel that I can float How many cries must have gone How many sighs before the dawn To give up trying to let go free Or rather keep it and make you see Where are the winds that carry my thoughts away? Go ahead, my hands, feel and caress the clay Until you form a better me And I'll put my mind into it and make you see  unconquerability, unpredictability, impossibility, undefinability,  shall I qu

Challenge 2 (24) / Waiting For Magnolia

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24. THINKING OUT LOUD Instead of writing a poem, compose it out loud. Use a tape recorder, your smartphone, or have someone else write it down for you. Don’t over think it! Spend no more than 15 minutes “writing.” Waiting for magnolia To bloom I count down The needles Love Respect Hate Love Respect Hate And when the last needle Is down There comes the summer And awareness Is a bug dwelling in the bud? Shall I learn it soon? Let me grate my illussions Should I sow them And wait for the next year To come? Sould I care less? Summer's coming  I'm not sad Czekając na magnolię Żeby rozkwitła Odliczam Igły Kocha Szanuje Nienawidzi Kocha Szanuje Nienawidzi A kiedy ostatnia igła Poleci w dół Nadchodzi lato I świadomość Czy robal zamieszkuje pączek? Dowiem się tego szybko? Niech zetrę na wiór moje iluzje Czy powinnam zasiać je I czekać na następny rok Aż nadejdzie? Powinno mnie to obchodzić ? Lato się zbliża Nie j