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In a Word

In a Word

A Poem by Dayran
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A Word & its Worth

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                                      Its curious how we create the word

                                      For having and have not, meaning and not.

                                      Drawing water from a well, how swell!

                                      Eating well! So well, that I could yell!

 

                                      A man with liberal views is a liberal

                                      Speed is to a car, racing down the visceral.

                                      A mountain's quite a climb, when we climb it

                                      Gravity is only serious where Newton deigned to sit.

 

                                      Shadows are also phantoms, when we are suspicious

                                      Minds that mind, when the passions are envious.

                                      Empty the vessel, then empty is selfless

                                      Good is good for the man that wishes.

 

                                      A man's word is his bond, we said

                                      A handshake did an agreement make.

                                      Spontaneity, a part of our candid tweaks

                                      Me and you, had very little gray betwixt.

 

                                      Oh, how I miss the English language!

                                      'Twas the spell that inspired the age.

                                      To live free in the kingdom of freedom

                                       A person needs to be a little lonesome.

 

                                       Then to love is unto love, a riddle

                                        To have and still seek it with a fiddle.

                                        Fair and fairs are instruments of its game

                                        A rose, in another language, is still the same.

© 2011 Dayran


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Added on August 5, 2011
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Author

Dayran
Dayran

Malacca, Malaysia



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' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..

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