A CALL FOR PEACE

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    A CALL FOR PEACE
    A CALL FOR PEACE

    I’m spreading all my conceit,
    All the vague vains surrounding me:
    And there, I uproot all the lichens,
    Which like to be born in my faith.

    I walk stealthily, and I follow,
    The walking of all petty men
    I open, though, my civility,
    Swearing upon my conscious self……
    And there, with my absent mind,
    I spread all of mine,
    And call--- peace, peace and peace…..

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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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    duke commented on A CALL FOR PEACE

    02-24-2009

    " walk stealthily, and I follow, The walking of all petty men I open, though, my civility, Swearing upon my conscious self…… And there, with my absent mind, I spread all of mine, And call--- peace, peace and peace….." I read all these lines several times and think, really how a poet can tell all these lines easilly.It's my word, everybody's words...but we can't utter all these lines.... Thanx, thanx to Poet. @ Duke
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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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