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miche.poetry: January 2010
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010. The Plains of Ilium. Sing, O Muse, of the rage of Achilles, of Peleus' son, murderous, man-killer, fated to die, sing of the rage that cost the Achaean so many good men and sent so many vital, hearty souls down to the dreary House of Death. Posted by michezc at 10:36 PM. Wednesday, January 06, 2010. It was as if life plays itself out in short scenes. Flashes slowly, quietly, painfully. Uttered out in words, lines by painted faces. We sit, at the edge, anticipating and yearning.
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miche.poetry: November 2005
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Wednesday, November 09, 2005. William Shakespeare's Sonnet 81. Or I shall live your epitaph to make,. Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,. From hence your memory death cannot take,. Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal life shall have,. Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:. The earth can yield me but a common grave,. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse,. Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;. Fare Th...
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miche.poetry: November 2008
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Sunday, November 09, 2008. Special tribute to the hundred acre wood gang. Like imprints on the shoreline at low tide. Do not fade away. Gone but never far from sight. Recurring, repeating, remaining. Like clouds that hang in the skies. Ever-changing, solitude in groups. Dissipating, forming, re-forming. Like the thunderstorm that rages with fury. Times and events we braved through together. But has to end. Like the imprint of a tattoo. Ever-lasting, you are. Posted by michezc at 6:56 PM.
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miche.poetry: November 2009
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009. Remember - Christina Rosetti. REMEMBER me when I am gone away,. Gone far away into the silent land;. When you can no more hold me by the hand,. Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day. You tell me of our future that you plann'd:. Only remember me; you understand. It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while. And afterwards remember, do not grieve:. For if the darkness and corruption leave.
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miche.poetry: December 2006
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006. Excerpts - Dan Simmon's Olympos. The following exchange takes place when Achilles meets Nyx-Night, to find out where Zeus is, because Achilles wants Zeus' permission to place Penthasilea the Amazon Queen into the healing tanks. You need to see the Lord of Thunder, the God of all Gods, the Pelasgian Zeus, Father of all Gods and Men, Zeus the Ultimate King Who Marshals the Storm Clouds and Who Gives All Commmands? Yeah," says Achilles. The brilliance of Simmon's writing. F...
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miche.poetry: February 2008
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008. Because I could not stop for Death - Emily Dickenson. Because I could not stop for Death. He kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just Ourselves. We slowly drove He knew no haste. And I had put away. My labor and my leisure too,. We passed the School, where Children strove. At Recess in the Ring. We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain. We passed the Setting Sun. Or rather He passed us. The Dews drew quivering and chill. For only Gossamer, my Gown. My Tippet only Tulle.
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miche.poetry: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009. Words, words,words. Are all we have. Rosencrantz and Guilderstern are Dead. Of worlds and words. To the one which. In so many forms. To find the one. The meaning of us. Convoluted, complicated, complex. Only to know it. We seek comfort in the mastery of words. But even as pen meets paper,. We realize that we are merely scratching. In an instant can be erased. Posted by michezc at 7:28 AM. George Gordon Lord Byron Online. When we two parted - George Gordon, Lord Byron.
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miche.poetry: October 2006
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Monday, October 30, 2006. Maths tutorial ii - Aaron Maniam. Let me count the ways.". We could love like a palindrome. Or 'me and you'. Continuous commutation, always. Love can be irrational. Our best efforts yield points. As we try to round off. Our own, each other's corners. Part of love is fractional. As much as it pains us. Sometimes we must admit. Is also a kind of adding -. Of a number line. Emptiness grows, size defined. By negatives, absences and the weight. Of everything that could have been.
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miche.poetry: August 2005
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Friday, August 19, 2005. Every You Every Me. Sucker love is heaven sent. You pucker up, our passion's spent. My hearts a tart, your body's rent. My body's broken, yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm. Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed. Cuz there's nothing else to do,. Every me and every you. Sucker love, a box I choose. No other box I choose to use. Another love I would abuse,. No circumstances could excuse. In the shape of things to come. Too much poison come undone. Every me and every you.
