A CALL FOR PEACE

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    A CALL FOR PEACE
    A CALL FOR PEACE

    I’m spreading all my conceit,
    All the vague vains surrounding me:
    And there, I uproot all the lichens,
    Which like to be born in my faith.

    I walk stealthily, and I follow,
    The walking of all petty men
    I open, though, my civility,
    Swearing upon my conscious self……
    And there, with my absent mind,
    I spread all of mine,
    And call--- peace, peace and peace…..

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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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