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erm...so Mr. classicdea, how do we roll?

wow! I'm humbled. A poetaster like me. Well......

some nice poems tho, I'm truly a learner!

I sent two versions of d same poem, because of network issh, how do I del one? thanx

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Nos 51

Cold and bleak is the windy night,
Robed in white as they mildly gleam;
Knees as feet as they firmly stand,
Which withstands the winds aimless blow.
Their ground they stand with strengthened faith-
Their ground, myriad grains of fine sand
Drooled upon occassionally
By the untrammeled sea's wild mouth.

In strange tongues their lips calmly chant,
Their voices the wind disperses,
On its directionless wandering...
Beyond the waves of ceasless rush,
Their eyes catch glimpse of hope unseen
Their arms armed with tomes engraved
With that crossed symbol of their cause,
Seeking redemption for a land
Oblivious to sinking in waste.

The wind howling loudly bellows,
Their tongues against their thighs brushes,
Spattering their faces still unfazed;
The waves again slowly retreats.

Of lust debauchery and riches,
Loudspeakers far behind me boom;
These lodestone waves pulls me slowly.
In an indecisive moment,
My eyes in thought are firmly shut:
Gleaming robes or back booming sounds?

On awakening my nose tastes first
The smoked scents of 'unwanted greens',
As I'm encircled by a crowd
Of vibrant youths ensnared in trance-dance,
Whose faces are barely lit by
Dim flashing light of neon hues,
Waters of burning tastes gush down
My naive and arid gullet,
And under all these I do act
Singing songs of speakers booming...

As the white robes still keep up with
Their saintly monotonous act:
Seeking redemption for a land
Oblivious to sinking in waste.

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