Best Samaritans Poems

STREET CHILDREN

Who are those kids half nude and unclean!
To whom were they born? How and when?
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How kind the good Samaritan
To him who fell among the thieves!
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,
And heals the wounds the soul receives.
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God Almighty
We praise your heavenly Name
Come to our hearts
And cleanse all our inequities
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CHAPTER I

I cannot blame old Israel yet,
For I am not a sage—
I shall not know until I get
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He relied on his sense of touch
Without having to say much
Randy was a young blind child
Brought up almost in the wild
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Confined he was to the greenwood tree
Sky was the roof of his home rent free
To move about was not his spree
Quest for moving yearning for a key!
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Sometime back, I had read in the newspaper about the plight of a little girl in a very similar situation that I have depicted in this poem. This is what prompted me to write and share my opinion about Child Labour - a social evil prevalent even in modern times.


She
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On a quest to climb a mountain
I staggered up a hill
I reached the top and gasped for breath
I really felt quite ill
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It rained,
On the roofs of the oppressors and the oppressed,
Rained,
In the gardens of the righteous and the wicked,
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What happened to those
who shed many a tear
and bled for others?
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Though scourged be Righteous men all life on earth,
By evil minds and devils in sequence,
Good Samaritans, Angels too have birth,
To save the Upright from chains of non-sense.
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Don't go out again tonight,
to walk the streets alone.
Don't follow train-tracks til dawn's light,
That will not lead you home.
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BE A GOOD NEIGHBOUR, BE A GOOD SAMARITAN
Jerusalem to Jericho,
a road, too treacherous to go.
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We live in difficult times
Covid-19 disease has brought us misery
Death of loved ones is our daily breaking news
We are forced to bury them in haste
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Two phrases of importance come to mind
We are not at fault for our genetic origin
All born from the Love of God's humankind
like a melodious passion from a violin.
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A winter wonderland with snowflakes falling
With Robins and with Turtle doves a-calling
With drummer boys and carol singers too
I guess this is what Christmas means to you
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There is Russia-Mother and Father-God.
You were born by them, in a cradle.
Your departure is denial of His Love,
Of His Love and His bed in Heaven.
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Un clochard marchait d'un pas lourd sur le chemin-
L'apres-midi etait chaud et humide-
Et bientot il lui arriva de rencontrer
Un pasteur qui allait dans un buggy.
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Seema Sultana
Poem by Chan Mongol
August 16 of 2022
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The Tornado destroys things in its wake;
The Storm at sea has capsized Boats and ships;
The heavy rain has flooded vale and lake;
With Winter, mercury sub-zero dips.
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God wants us to be good Samaritans;
Let kindness flow as rivers from our hearts;
Almighty’s heart fountains out with great love;
Should we not mimic Him who made us all?
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Good Samaritans, God sends me timely,
To tide over my crises and all strife,
Protecting me from dangers that lurk me,
And helping me to spend a wholesome life!
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The rains were welcome to the rain-starved town;
Yet, none knew Nature's fury had come down;
It filled the lakes and water-tanks in days,
And water-logged the houses, streets, road-ways!
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She loiters near the table tops,
In search of her next feast,
For her addiction never stops,
It just can't be appeased...
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I sometimes think that in times of
calamities the wolves are still there
wearing the best sheep's clothes
and in packs they go to the places
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God Almighty
We praise your heavenly name
Come into our hearts
And cleanse all our eniquities
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You never turn your back on the financially down
But you will never become a hero for helping the poor of the town
They make heroes out of soldiers and those who excel at football
But the names of good samaritans are never on any memorial wall
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You never turn your back on the financially down
But you will never become a hero for helping the poor of the town
They make heroes out of soldiers and those who excel at football
But the names of good samaritans are never on any memorial wall
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You never turn your back on the financially down
But you will never become a hero for helping the poor of the town
They make heroes out of soldiers and those who excel at football
But the names of good samaritans are never on any memorial wall
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You never turn your back on the financially down
But you will never become a hero for helping the poor of the town
They make heroes out of soldiers and those who excel at football
But the names of good samaritans are never on any memorial wall
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(Elderly in lock-down,2020)

No family or friends to visit
Grandchildren to kiss and hug
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Elderly self-isolated at home during lock-downs
No family, friends to visit and comfort them,
Grandchildren to kiss and hug, loneliness oppressive.
Coronavirus world-wide, murderous epidemic
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This man is unfit to lead America
He hates people from Mexico, Syria
India, Iraq, Africa and the Middle East
This candidate is not a man of peace.
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We cowardly or nonchalantly sit in front our TV
Watching for years: the killings of babies
The odious humiliation of humanity
The bloody murders of pregnant ladies
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What happened to those
who shed many a tear
and bled for others?
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A tramp was trampin’ on the road—
The afternoon was warm an’ muggy—
And by-and-by he chanced to meet
A parsin ridin’ in a buggy.
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coming down on the
side of the angels
is not as easy as it looks
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Jesus spent most
of His time
demonstrating
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I don’t want to check my credit score!
Will not read the fine print!
Quit sending me life insurance solicitations!
Stop insisting that I do anything at my age!
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The Thousand Years of Peace

Revelation 20: 1-6 Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven with the key to the bottomless pit and a heavy chain in his hand.2 He seized the dragon—that old serpent, who is the devil, Satan—and bound him in chains for a thousand years.3 The angel threw him into the bottomless pit, which he then shut and locked so Satan could not deceive the nations anymore until the thousand years were finished. Afterward he must be released for a little while.4 Then I saw thrones, and the people sitting on them had been given the authority to judge. And I saw the souls of those who had been beheaded for their testimony about Jesus and for proclaiming the word of God. They had not worshiped the beast or his statue, nor accepted his mark on their foreheads or their hands. They all came to life again, and they reigned with Christ for a thousand years.5 This is the first resurrection. (The rest of the dead did not come back to life until the thousand years had ended.) 6 Blessed and holy are those who share in the first resurrection. For them the second death holds no power, but they will be priests of God and of Christ and will reign with him a thousand years.
Table of the Lord preaches the thousand of years of peace spoken of in the Book of Revelation chapter 20 as being real; it is not allegory, metaphor or symbolism for the church age experiencing a prosperous blessed time.
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Attached with strings, which my parents held,
Timely schedule that had to be followed,
I decided to run away from home to a distant place,
Where I am not controlled and feel as free as a young lass (lad) ,
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And the bombs
keep on falling
thrown over their
heads and houses.
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Twenty Five Years Ago

(A poem written and read to the 25th Year Jubilee Celebration of Tværkulturelt Center in Copenhagen, its 25 years of service for immigrants and refugees in Denmark)
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Long ago, simplicity spoke to my life
Urging a lifestyle that whisks away whims and wishes from peepers
Who cringe and crawl at the corns of the strife
Hobnobbing with snotty snobs and sorrow sweepers.
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Vikramshila: A Long Poem


Preface
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In a sudden spasm
She convulsed, fury vented
Hillside, slope side,
All tumbled in a cataclysm of shredded timbers
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DAY OF PATRIOTS

The planes are zooming,
The sensex is booming.
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In the beginning there was one word
It accumulated into journals without censorship
Well-preserved, hidden behind vertical blinds of theatrical minds
Unstoppable when it finally justified its presence with vital functions
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16th Oct like any other day
After the Morning Prayer
I was out on my bike
Amid the Covid fears
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Palette of all cultures

1. Judaism (church of Ephesus between 7 churches from Apocalypse of John)
First capital is Jerusalem of light,
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To the deep umbrage of our North back woods,
And near to Huron's wild romantic shore-
Where Winter's storms are seen in angry moods,
To make the Lake's waves dash with loudest roar-
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My life is a ruin, but the colours are bright, the angst is pain a physical manifest of a spike laden chain, my chest it's going to give way,  
The Samaritans close in but I back away,  
I hear the laughs but what did they say? They really they have no clue what to say, no training in life or the lessons they've learned can give me the voice I want to have heard
The plan was the last attempt to be in,  a great one was thought and in for the win but now it sits there in  with mortal sin, hey do a big grin, a stare, I follow it in,
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The Lighted Path
Written by Selvin ‘Ewan’ McRae
[email protected]
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Myths of crosses
And spoken dreams
Are all that seems,
Like a suit unsuited
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Smiling faces wait to greet you in this Aladdins cave
All are welcome to come and browse things kind people gave
Many hours are given freely by willing volunteers
All deserve a thankyou and maybe three cheers
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Immediately recognizable in a double breasted blazer someone discarded in the trash
Covering a faded surfer t-shirt and pants with holes in both knees
Flip flops on his feet in any kind of weather
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While walking an empty strip of city....
Where if I was a perp in thinking
that you were gosh durn good Samaritans...
Upon first side long glance
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Met these hippies, they showed up in a dark grey paneled van.
Looking for a place to stay.
To keep warm.
Some would call them drifters.
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IV:

With Solomon, I’m not dissim’lar
For forsaking the Lord for pleasure;
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Who needs a man on the floor
dry, dusty and dirty
like the very rusty
corrugated iron sheet
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The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
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At Jacob's well a mille of teardrops dried:
without repenting of a sin she found
a spring of water welling up inside
to life eternal, perfect, and profound,
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Let it rain

Let it rain to the one
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A. In all my dreams

I wake up a half-hour early
Yet I’m still reduced to my bed
Walk in and think you’re waking me up
But I’ve been realigning my head
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I am one of the Seven Deadly Sins,
And you know what I am capable of.
For I am a human instinct,
And yet a daemon from the Pit,
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My friend,
You may have heard many
Things about me,
But what I am about to tell you
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We have all come,
An assembly to a great call
An ear-deafening cue
As the clapperboard claps
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Wonders Of Numbers.

November 26 (November 2008) By Abdullah Al-Hemaidy
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Higher powers and moments of weakness;
Guilt is surely the easiest pain to feel
When all you are getting is a vile judgement
From a bunch of wrong Samaritans.
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So I pick up the phone dial the number,
A voice at the end of the phone "hello Samaritan can I help you"
Many times I have called and had tears down my face,
Acceptance is a feeling that I get from speaking to someone,
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Down, down and down
It descended from the sky
like rain.
Down and fast like a fallen
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I long for that day
When I'll keep the goons at bay
Big muscles, six feet tall and a deep voice
I got all my choice
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I sleep, O dearest, I sleep,
Where the dawn has never shone,
I seep, O dearest, I seep,
Where none remain, I remain lone;
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Wings blue and blue light by the dove in flight,
Orange amber of sunrise above Ararat mountain,
Red ruby's star for philosophical way through the night,
The sea and the sky
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Please, throw us a rope “we’re drowning...! ”
Some of us are so depressed and “frowning...”
Won’t someone please come; help make “sense of us? ”
'Cause the president’s on vacation and God I'd like to cuss!
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Adorations at dawn stir my supine soul wide-awake
Imploring serial banters of roosters rudely unheralded.
Genuflecting knees and yawning hands offering thanks
Invite the neighbourhood with tambourines and hymns.
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What dose it mean to have faith in Christ
By faith you believe Jesus was born of a virgin
By faith Jesus is the only son of the living God
By faith Jesus forgave sin & healed the sick
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Having no understanding of time, or interval
Knowing existence only thru sunsets

Irresponsible happiness to self-indulgent ones
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A 33-year-old woman was knocked down by a car in an accident.
She was 7 month pregnant.
She got stuck,
under a big school bus.
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Thoughts of you
Are always with me
Like the oxygen I breathe
Even when I do not notice it
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(On the occasion of Christina Martin's Successful Completion of 10 years in Tamil Nadu Government's teaching job)

O, Thou, my Lord, How these years passed, I know not,
But all with Thy Merciful Providence unto me,
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The temperature dipped far below the freezing point
And the howling snow
Began to toss about
In flakes, granules, and pellets.
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It was the blackest Friday for a TARJAY customer,
His CRUMPLED BODY,
not one shopper
did help him,
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You are a bold knight upon your high horse
I am a self pitying Gargoyle drowning in remorse

You are the greatest of Samaritans, always making time to help the poor
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My mind is like a battlefield…
First theirs the good Samaritans who choose to do good
Then there’s the careless looners who do what pleases themselves
Last but not least theirs a leader or captain who chooses what each members of the mind should do
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She was urged by a moment
When she lost everything
That she become insane!
She was loitering with no sense
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He was late but running
To reach the class
Where he stood like lifeless
Before the scolding teacher!
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Poverty is an ocean of us, have-nots,
Unfathomable about the continents,
Cry and sympathies are here abound
Give not a dropp to drink all around.
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Prejudiced are those who baselessly dramatize,
Majestic are those who voluptuously romanticize,
Cowardly are those who meaninglessly ostracize,
Marvelous are those who unrelentingly fantasize,
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Mission Ilashe
The Samaritans regale in Green colours
In White horses they rode
A motoring from Lekki, Ikeja and Surulere
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Wisdom of ages
The Samaritans over run
Your kingdom
Filled with tongueless words
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It was during the last August meeting,
In a car travelling to our home town
By the high way,
On a scotch, swiftly smooth tar
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Jesus came to me on a dull, grey twilight
With a special duty to entrust me with,
His sublime kindness vanquishing all my worries tonight
I was to compose a Gospel that would be the fifth,
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while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from mid-day siesta
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Every one cares about their own happiness
In times like this, everyone treasures most, their own happiness
It has become a priority to live happily
Since we've learn about the disease called depression
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1 He called his twelve disciples to him and
Gave them authority to drive out evil
Spirits and heal all kinds of sickness and
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it all came down to the Samaritans of the nights that wanted to donate red sky
to the days. down to the ones who lay down to sleep covered in powdered asphalt.
down to Andromeda children, to the constabulary of henna-colored ladies,
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it all came down to the Samaritans of the nights that wanted to donate red sky
to the days. down to the ones who lay down to sleep covered in powdered asphalt.
down to Andromeda children, to the constabulary of henna-colored ladies,
and the union of cubators and then it also came down
to dreamy subjugation and subservience. to chili earth
and touch soil. down to the snow
at the foot of the snow. just like it came down to the water contained in water.
it all came down to finding a molecular homeland. and to ordering
atheist prophets to guide you there, them
and their flavorfully bitter essence wafers. and down to preparing
for arrival in a semiotic or even authentic Nova. it came down to all that
fundamentally. to the repair of the Atlantis cluster inside you.
and down to the ones with bourbon jackets who waited in the halo of darkness
for the wage of their work on a bazaar
for young philosophies. thus also down to the body, as a sphere
(a ferry) of self-assurance.
it came down to the establishment of a network of Secretaries
of Openness, as it nearly always came down to clover crystals. the clover crystals
in your hands, which every day from being your hands
became your hands. down to the clover crystals in the cemeteries
with their sandy footpaths, footlings. and it also all came
down to the probable subtlety engineers, who wove
musical scores into the reinforced concrete's steel. where
it came down to a language for our bodies to dwell in. to buildings
that smelled (almost sweetly) like they weren't built yet.
down to our power kernels and the counterbalance
moon with its fake Neil Armstrong paint in a, shall we say,
deformed Barbie face. it came down to coming down to it.
down to therefore. down to thereat. therefrom. to the joy of mobile metropolises
inhabited by static I's.
what it came down to was from our perspective too (and also from our perspective)
softly overmodulated clouds. or blossoms hanging like cherries
in an apple tree. it came down to the jungle time,
which gradually lost itself in the Malevich square of our mind. and
it came down no less to the elegiac tattoos
of midlevel bank employees, who were not responsible
for the demon machine they operated. down no less either to the atoms
grown visible: the atoms of a beloved hand. the aromas
of a beloved hand. the flowers in a hand that belongs to you, even
if it is not yours. in the broadest sense, it almost came
down to us not knowing anymore in which context we would actually
like to speak. be able to speak. be allowed to speak
(probably ‘speak') about laconic mermaids and Ikebana furnishings. every day
it came down to clouds shaped like clouds. to the abolishment
of monoversities. down to a proper mix of poltergeists and poltergasps.
it came down to not arranging rooms
as if they'd have trained residents.
all in all, it came down to an asset-side swarm
of independent angels, to making waves with them of words
without understanding the door of the words
as the shore.
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I never know these days
whether it's me you call at night
or the Samaritans
but here I sit
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