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Seen in a Glass

Behind the tree, behind the house, behind the stars
In the presence that I cannot see
Otherwise than as house and stars and tree.

Tree, house and stars
Extend to infinity within themselves
Into the mystery of the world

Where whirl the wheels of power whose pulse beat
Out of nothing, out of night,
Leaves, stones and fires,

The living tree whose maypole dance
Of chromosome and nucleus
Traces the maze of boughs and leaves.

The standing house of stone that poured
In molten torrent when was hurled
Out of chaos this great world,

And suns whose kindling begins anew
Or ends the course that tree, house, world move through.

Upheld by being that I cannot know
In other form than stars and stones and trees
Assume in nature’s glass, in nature’s eyes.
Kathleen Jessie Raine

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the independent woman....

we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
just the two of us in this house

we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can

there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all

there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me

and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.

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The House of Stone

I came, from where?
From the house made of stone...

My aunt Romana -
That whom you do not know,

When she had an accident
She stayed in the house of stone

To get well and recover...
But with a cutting tongue

Against my father,
She said to me,

'T'is a big house made of stone,
But inside here lives an owl! '

Where did I come from?
From that house of stone...

But I cannot fathom,
Was her anger so deep

For the owl on pedestal,
The King of our clan;

Was corrupted and fallen
Weakened by the flesh of men...

My Aunt Romana, she left
And my father is dead;

The house made of stone
Forever ruined...

But the lesson of the owl lives;
And him fondly remembered!
Jane Quijano

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Rest, pest, west, best, lest, nest, fest, quest, vest;
But, there is a job in my house for everyone!
So, get yourselves prepared.

The reward,
The authority,
He worked,
She worked;
But keep it clean and keep it lovely,
For, there are enough jobs in my house for everyone.

Teach, reach, preach, breach, leach, each;
A teacher,
A preacher! !
And to establish them before you;
For, the fruits of love are around you and,
You are closer to my house.

As a servant,
Humble yourselves;
Law, saw, draw, raw, braw, craw, Yaw, paw, flaw, jaw, slaw, maw, taw!
But, i am Edonia with the muse of my beautiful house;
And, as it is written on my walls,
There are enough joby in my house for everyone.
Edward Kofi Louis

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