HELP IN THE HAND OF HELPER

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HELP IN THE HAND OF HELPER

he came in like sun set later in the day
hove in mind of his,was that call
the call of river that flows into
the hand that fingerless man who
who trys to fetch the water,but
could not,amidst his hideous wing

his fin flys across his head
but couldn't catch,amidst
his dwaftism attraction,so willful
only he could get his sense
on his knee and heart on his hand

kudos,kudos to that man again
he would do more and more without,
stress and fault again,on his side
angel will perch to bless him
and appreciate his deed,

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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.

truedreams’s Poems (14)

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AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL 0
HELP IN THE HAND OF HELPER 0
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WALKING STICK 0
SING THE LULLABY 0
TELL THE HENCH-MEN 0
WE ARE THE VICTORS 0
I SAW IT THEN 0
AFFECTING 0
ANGRY OF THUNDER 0
THE CUNNING FATHER 0
UNDER THE CROWN THORN 0
YOUR NAME 0
IN THE MIND OF MY MIND 0