A Burly Poise

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    A Burly Poise

    I’m serene as an ocean mid-night

    With the depth of infinite fathoms

    Uncharted to the take-light brats

    Just known to the cerebral beings

     

    The diligence of mine, never been lauded

    Yet, it was exploited for a matter of gain

    In such route I stood for much strain

    Come what may I’d never renounce

     

    Never did I give up in misery

    Nor I am a cynical self

    Yet, facing a mount of drudgery

    I gained zilch but sprinkles of woe

     

    The chores made a sturdy heart of mine,

    So did the despair with my wits so fine

    The entire allied mortals shortly get a fare

    Sooner or later the verity is to be bare

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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