some my old poetry

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I dare you all the years of mine
with all my life and short and fine
to get the strength for explanation
where robbery or where donation,
where murder or where grant of love,
where luck or grieve, that’s just enough.
The God is Only Who explains
the wisdom of the world in pains.

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God is no sale, He hates the sales.
and vainly ministries of wails
seduce the way of humankind
aye to forget the God. I find
the better Truth in progress of
the song that flies like David’s Dove
or Noah’s Dove that get to sign
my every line, my every line.

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It’s curse or course, I never know
though half a century ago
I got my birth to bless this day
though with half century delay.

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I like the likeness of the like
As I have come thru many years,
I got just to forget all fears
As if I never die.
I’m pipping pip of all the pips
In here below to fly to Hight
Where all of us are Godly Light
And none of grieves.

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I have no worries of my soul
that God to nourish & control.
To blame me in the protest, you
can ruin all my life as due,
to lock me down in the hell
which is no easy part to dwell,
but rather, Human!- do pretend
the Paradise to understand.