Children poems
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Commination
© Alec Derwent Hope
Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four
Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends
Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind
Now send me foes worth cursing, or send more
- Since means should be proportionate to ends -
For mine are few and of the piddling kind:
Wars & Rumors Of Wars
© Emanuel Xavier
Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars;
see that ye not be troubles;
all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet
-Matthew 24:6
Walking With Angels
© Emanuel Xavier
AIDS
knows the condom wrapped penetration
of strangers and lovers, deep inside
only a tear away from risk
