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THE VICTOR


Quivering, enfeebled handsgrasp gracelessly at  the bow -your shadow forewarns me:'be ponderous, be slow' The darkness looms,your presence draws near.Slaying you nowis all I need to fear Frayed and worn,this old tenderness foresworn rises up to greet  me -

"There'll be no greater loss to mourn." I prevaricate your personto project my own disdain.My David is loathesome -Goliath wins again. BjR  28 Feb. '10
prevaricate: to speak falsely or misleadingly; deliberately mis-state or create an incorrect impression; lie.
— Bonitaj, Feb 28, 2010

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Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Who couldn’t get it, Boni?

Who couldn't get it, Boni? Certainly not my David nor my Goliath but then again, I lie. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti