Best Cultured Poems

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
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A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry


To you, my aunt, who would explore
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When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
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Portate bien,
behave yourself you always said to me.
I behaved myself
when others were warm in winter
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PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town,
Its paved and sordid mazes,
Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown
With buttercups and daisies!
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I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;
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To the Memory of the Household It Describes
This Poem is Dedicated by the Author:

"As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits,which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the CelestialFire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of Wood doth thesame." -- Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy,
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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In the laid back California town of sunny San Raphael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake,
You probably knew her well
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The blast from Freedom's Northern hills, upon its Southern way,
Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:
No word of haughty challenging, nor battle bugle's peal,
Nor steady tread of marching files, nor clang of horsemen's steel,
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BUT two miles more, and then we rest !
Well, there is still an hour of day,
And long the brightness of the West
Will light us on our devious way;
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THE MERCHANT Abu Khan shunned the customs of his race,
And sought the cultured wisdom of the West.
His daughter fair Leola had the desert’s supple grace,
With an English education of the best.
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In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.
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There’s nothing so exasperates a true Australian youth,
Whatever be his rank in life, be he cultured or uncouth,
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As you distance yourself from truth
You create a rift between you and God
You have to hide your face behind masks
To save the false impression you spread,
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Ah! What avails the classic bent
And what the cultured word,
Against the undoctored incident
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AMNESIA - 6
esspeecee…22.09.09.

Natural Amnesia
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Pair of warmest, shiny, amber eyes.
See through deceit and alluring lies.

Fairest damsel in rank and file.
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We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's grave
For fear that his ghost might walk;
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Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten
That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten,
And therefore got on a Committee
With several chaps out of the City,
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She is just plain
So simple and yet happy
Got some marks
That mar her beauty.
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1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.
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To-day the plant by Williams set
Its summer bloom discloses;
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
Is crowned with cultured roses.
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In rich Virginian woods,
The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
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PRELUDE
ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold
That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,
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And now, when poets are singing
Their songs of olden days,
And now, when the land is ringing
With sweet Centennial lays,
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THE holy bell, untouched by human hands,
Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.
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AN ACCOUNT OF THE MONGOL
EMPEROR – CHENGHIS KHAN!
(1162-1227)
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Oh, Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
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The Farmer's Market, by the tracks
was where you'd buy from hornet's wax
to octopus and chestnut pie
all things that would be, to a guy
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Too long have Tyranny and Power combined,
To sway, with iron sceptre, o'er mankind;
Long has Oppression worn th' imperial robe,
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Progressive lady

Sunday, April 1,2018
8: 16 PM
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GIFT from the cold and silent Past!
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'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
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It was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bag
And rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call a swag;
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1640-1890.

O river winding to the sea!
We call the old time back to thee;
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Es con voz de la Biblia, o verso de Walt Whitman,
que habría que llegar hasta ti, Cazador!
Primitivo y moderno, sencillo y complicado,
con un algo de Washington y cuatro de Nemrod.
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SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand
Like simple monuments on either hand;
No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view
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A was an elegant Ape
Who tied up his ears with red tape,
And wore a long veil
Half revealing his tail
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I.
Far in the chambers of the west,
The gale had sigh'd itself to rest;
The moon was cloudless now and clear,
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When still a child
He loved the lives
Lost in the wild.
The Madia-Gonds
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Lessons sweet of spring returning,
Welcome to the thoughtful heart!
May I call ye sense or learning,
Instinct pure, or Heaven-taught art?
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MELIBOEUS.
Tityrus, thou in the shade of a spreading beech-tree reclining,
Meditatest, with slender pipe, the Muse of the woodlands.
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OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove
Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
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Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,
O'er the vext nations pours the storm of war:
To the stern call still Britain bends her ear,
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THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,
The prairied West its heavy grain,
And sunset's radiant gates unfold
On rising marts and sands of gold!
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Indian culture is the best like gold.
India hath need of cultured men.
A gun or bomb may convert into a pen.
Educated men have a royal hold.
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A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;
For his was a spirit that forced his pen to write of the things that are.
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O! lovely flower
Friday,8th March 2019

I am everywhere
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On a fine morning, she died

-like in the chick flicks, and ‘don't-know-how-to-end-it' romance novels.
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Love me, love me, love me
White says love me
Never, Ever, Never
My heart say nevermore.
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Behold an Indian isle, reposed
Upon the deep’s enamoured breast,
Even like a royal bride, be-rosed
With passion in her happy rest.
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It little profits that, an idle man,
On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,
I mope, a solitary pelican,
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On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
Ridged o’er with many a drifted heap;
The wind that through the pine-trees sung
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Yes, Italy is wise, a cultured prude,
Stored with all maxims of a statelier age;
These are her lessons for our northern blood,
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The digger's cultured daughter:
Her youth was wildly free.
Now by the placid water
Of tree-girt Wendouree
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Descend, ye hovering Sylphs! aerial Quires,
And sweep with little hands your silver lyres;
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The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat,
The senile, ledger-haunted hours,
The knowledge that my freeman's vote
Is humbly cast to please 'the powers,'
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A CITY of Palaces! Yes, that's true: a city of palaces built for trade;
Look down this street—what a splendid view of the temples where fabulous gains are made.
Just glance at the wealth of a single pile, the marble pillars, the miles of glass,
The carving and cornice in gaudy style, the massive show of the polished brass;
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THIS Height a ministering Angel might select:
For from the summit of BLACK COMB (dread name
Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest range
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War! War!
Yes, it happens
Even now!
In this world
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Children- Roses in garden
Monday,22nd June 2020

If rose is to be handled with care
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See! Portions of youth are dependent
And Human Rights are crushed and bent
When patriotism lived on papers and not in heart
Corruption and hypocrisy did never depart;
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In shadow I gaze into the day ahead
A view as age is taking my existence
Where to settle down?
My heart and soul inquiry
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Soon as the Morn, in rosy mantle dight,
Spread o'er the dewy hills her orient light,
The victor monarch ranged his warrior train,
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Such are thy views, DISCOVERY! The great world
Rolls to thine eye revealed; to thee the Deep
Submits its awful empire; Industry
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Where is frankness
Saturday,3rd November 2018

Where do you find real belonging?
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Oh, when will you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid,
To strike down the injustice and lies
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Diamond:

Education
and Inspiration
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AND NOW THE GODDESS with attention sweet
Turns to the GNOMES, that circle round her feet;
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There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing hour,
And weathers every sky.
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Born to them, brought up by them
Cared and wondered
Cushioned and protected
They cultured and groomed
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Good back ground

Let people refuse to believe
But it is difficult to live
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O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!
See our tears repentant streamin'!
See the pearly drops a-gleamin',
Streamin' from our rheumy eye!
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'Twas a hell of a Hell they glimpsed, my son,
In superstitious days
When cultured man had scarce begun
To shed barbaric ways:
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Hesper again his heavenly power display'd,
And shook the yielding canopy of shade.
Sudden the stars their trembling fires withdrew.
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Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran,
You’ve flung afar the grandest chance that ever came to man!
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They proved we could not think nor see,
They proved we could not write,
They proved we drank the day away
And raved through half the night.
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(This poem was written in December 2008 immediately after the 26/11 terror attack on Mumbai. The incident is back in news again.)

Mumbai lies bleeding again,
Ah me, she has been struck
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Feeling so up
so full of myself
I feel guitly
thinking I'm not allowed.
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How cheering are thy prospects, airy hill,
To him who, pale and languid, on thy brow
Pauses, respiring, and bids hail again
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I sat at noontide in my tent,
And looked across the Desert dun,
Beneath the cloudless firmament
Far gleaming in the sun,
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As one who, long in thickets and in brakes
Entangled, winds now this way and now that
His devious course uncertain, seeking home;
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When the eyes talk and lips are sealed,
When your hand is in my hand,
And we walk together,
In a moonlit night,
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In a white night
After a dark day,
I was jogging around the busy streets.
When got a glance. Of stale
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Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,
And with wide arms the indignant storm repels;
High on a rock amid the troubled air
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The British Lost an opportunity

British ruled India
for two hundred years,
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“How are you keeping then? ”, she wrote,
“still going on O.K.? Me,
I’m at college now, doing English lit.
This term it’s Philip Larkin —
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I love yogurt
blueberry, peach or plain
I love yogurt
my folks think I'm insane
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High o'er his world as thus Columbus gazed,
And Hesper still the changing scene emblazed,
Round all the realms increasing lustre flew,
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Hail, holy Peace, from thy sublime abode
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God!
Before his arm around our embryon earth
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So dear my Lucio is to me,
So well our minds and tempers blend,
That seasons may for ever flee,
And ne'er divide me from my friend;
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a treble with
his own beat-
this cultured
collective
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Ever since Ninjuns got into the Online Poetry Sites
They've ruined the joy of poetry for me.
They are such a plague.
Hordes of them
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That blasted dream again.
I was in the neighbourhood
where gangsters of big business
and small sandwich shops compete.
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No smoking

It is public awareness drive
And well intended to survive
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Her clothes hang in the closet.
The room smells of her perfume.
Their bed is dressed with pillows
of antique lace, some heirloom.
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She was cultured yesterday in the village
Today civilized and modern in the ways of Lagos
She has an adhesive palm
Only short of a kleptomaniac
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Let me die a little—slowly and slowly,
Many a time escaped narrowly -so narrowly
I am a Dove, a Vulture and well cultured,
The holy heart has been captured,
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