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Pigment

The color of my flesh is fate’s caprice!
The question of my tribe is still in doubt!
My matching pigment doesn’t bring me peace – 7 more words

Poetry

Tribute

(for my Beloved’s Red Beans & Rice)

Spoon me full of your sweet song,
I’ll play it back the whole night long!

Poetry

Epigram: Scotsmen

What do Scotsman keep beneath their kilts?
Some fragile flower overheating wilts?

Poetry

Sunday Sustenance (Poetry For The Soul), #18, 2016

Inviting a Friend to Supper

To night, grave sir, both my poore house, and I

     Doe equally desire your companie:

Not that we thinke us worthy such a ghest,

493 more words
Quotes

Populists

Destroyers of a nation;
Supporters – symptomatic.
They make a devastation,
And they call it democratic.

Poetry

Uncommon Love Needs: Be My Achilles, Please

“I have a wound from love: from it pours not blood
But tears and a scar will never close it.
I am undone by this evil and not even Makhaon… 142 more words

Greek

Waste of a Mistake

One of life’s great wastes is a mistake you don’t learn from. Embrace the risk, make the mistake, learn from it & become better as a result.

Life