(1957)

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  • Avinash Tiwari (4/28/2013 11:42:00 PM)

    'Twas night of night

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  • Paul Mwenelupembe (11/12/2012 2:53:00 PM)

    The world to day needs well established writers as you are, would you mind if I invite you to my poems? I have Rythm of the day as my new poem. Your comments are highly respected and welcomed

    with regards

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  • Joyce Msonda (8/3/2012 3:21:00 PM)

    Your writing is sensational. You have an amazing sense of detail in the most complex way. It's beyond excellence :)

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  • Godfrey Morris (7/31/2012 8:12:00 PM)

    You have an unconventional style in conveying thoughts which is very effective.

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  • Jacob Ousley (4/11/2012 1:34:00 PM)

    it's death again is a good poem

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  • Brian Skyers (10/31/2011 9:31:00 PM)

    Gaias plan..brilliant.shows many of us feel for mother naturecheck my
    'chainsaw masaqure again'.B R S.

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  • Christine S. Locke (4/4/2011 12:46:00 AM)

    I just love your writing, beautifully written and inspiring! The depth I read in these poems makes me want to pick up a pen and fly away. Please put your poetry in a book, I swear I would buy it.

    Keep it up sir, you are incredible!

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  • Faeo Lyre Clive (4/30/2010 1:32:00 AM)

    Poetry_an off-shoot of your leisures or hobby has proffered undreamed-of and aloft the preordained men of pen.
    Bravo!
    You are an advantage to the literati.
    Keep the flap flying and more grease to your elbows.

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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’

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