Stolen Thunder

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    Stolen Thunder

    Stolen Thunder”

     

    A moment is nothing more

              than a warm pleasure-

    A great whisper of spring.

              I had one today;

    you stole it deep god of

              Thunder.

    Where do you come from?

              Stalking beast squandering-

    the ability to endure a

              moment of nirvana,

              (patiently waiting).

    Tell you what, meet me-

              half-past the hour

    Thunder Thief,

    outside the ring of

    this perfect moment;



              I

                       Have

                                 Something

                                                    For

                                                              You…

                                                                                  

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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