Category: For the road
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It’s never late
We destroy ourselves in many ways we do not realize. See how prettier and healthier we get by making conscious efforts to exercise regularly. See what knowledge you and I can acquire to better our lives by constantly reading wide. See the many things we can get done with little time when we cultivate the…
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Shine
Invasive lightsfrom mighty heightspenetrate the darkdistinct like a dog’s barkat midnight A pair of palmsstocks of armsand swarms of antscan never stopthe shine of a rising sun
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This is your land
This land belongs to all of usLet us not sit idleAnd watch savage dogsTear it apartIf our leader is an iron beastWith no emotionsWe must show himThe road to the zooWe may fly to greener pasturesBut let us rememberTo come back homeAnd build our motherlandin rubblesThanks to talented thievesin our officesWith long noses and empty…
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A moving song
My next-door neighbor. She was humming. A moving song. Never heard her sing. I lay on my bed listening, wondering what trouble kept her awake this late night, singing to herself. Suddenly, something drummed against my roof. Rain! Without warning? I rushed out to take clothes off the line and in the process, bumped into…
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Sip by sip
Strong facesare baked in tough ovensAnd tough feeton rough roadsYou and Ihave come from afarAnd if this strugglemust mean somethingwe’ve got to hold ontill the very endThose who have come a long waystarted out with a single stepfollowed by anotherIf you must drink this bitter cuptake it sip by sip
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Youth and priorities
Fresh haircutFeels like he’s won a lotteryHis face, lit with sheepish joyAs he runs through the rainThe attention of amused onlookersA canned drink in his right handOff to impress some local girlWith his wicked haircutYouth and prioritiesWill soon grow upAnd outgrow all these https://wp.me/p4GQQl-ser
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#NatureSpeaks: 30 Poems in 30 Days – Day 1: Hot Ashes, by Benjamin Nambu
These same streets of loveYou once roamedWith your head bowedStewing in the hot ashesOf burnt hopesIn these same streetsYou shall walk againHead raisedAs if to see what the narrow pathAnd heat were trying to revealLessons and blessings, nestlingIn ashes Hot Ashes was inspired by the poem Butterfly Love. You can read more of Benjamin Nambu’s…
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A boat of ghosts
Whatever you’ve mastered, it has its limits. There comes a point in your journey where you feel like a child. As if all the knowledge you’ve acquired is nothing, some sort of child play you’ve been doing all along, deceiving yourself that you are the best. It takes humility to sit, under the feet of…
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Have you heard?
A boy of Teeth so big as if with secrets That two lips could not keep together Teeth so long They made the day of all kids that met them You can imagine the relief of the little boy When Babylon finally fell When Mother Nature fired those clowns Oh what joy! Those incisors have…
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Tips for runners
You will rise one day. And when you do, people will envy you. They won’t remember your sleepless nights, days of starvation, days you’ve been broke. All they will see, will be the comfort that seemed to have come to you so easily and how disadvantaged they are, to just sit and stare. Not all…
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