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PERPETUAL END GAME


The sun risesthe sun setsthe moon basks in oblivionbears no witnessto regret. Time exculpates misery.Indifference exonerates our livesThe fallacy of moving forward,is confoundedby perpetual treading in the mire Yet delusion deigns respect -how else is man to livein the Zeitgeistof  neglect ... BjR  16 June, 10
— Bonitaj, Jun 16, 2010

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About the Author

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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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

Oh wow there are SOME poems at the moment

Ann of Norway And yours is one of them all should immediately have spotlight status. This is wonderful Bonni, Oh I love it in all its aspects. Terrific I'm glad I stayed to see tonight. Love to you and your magic pen Bonni, from Ann.
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

15 years 11 months ago

wow Ann!

so long since we connected!! Thanks so much for your effusive compliments. I am presently touring around Europe and as I said to a friend, I am more filled with existential anxiety here than on any of the other continents ... lol Don't ask me why that should be - perhaps because it originated here with the greats... Take care - promise to return to your work soon! CHeers Boni
Kailashana

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

What you’re feeling is

What you're feeling is energy. Don't give it a name. Wonderful poem! Zeitgeist of neglect.....who knew? ~A "Even if I knew the world were to end tomorrow, I would plant an olive tree today."-- Francis of Assisi
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

15 years 11 months ago

Ah Indi

I should've known better - brings back thoughts of a poem called DO YOU REMEMBER AN INN MIRANDA? "and the treading and the spreading of the straw for a bedding and a hammer at the door and the din..." Hilaire Belloc but that is the subject of yet another poem! thanks for stopping by with your comments Boni