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  45.     

The Elephants (Revised)

Shadows stretch long toward the west,
The bushveld air yet cool from night
In land where man and beast contest -
Man the hunter of unequaled might,
Elephants the object of his quest

Alongside the herd two veteran bulls
Stands tall in morning light
And from their heads in glory full
Great tusks of gleaming white. 

Experience guides them to the grove
Where buds of spring shoot still.
There they banquet from the trove;
They have great bellies to fill! 

Tender shoots plucked from tallest trees
Of most exquisite taste
By agile trunks with greatest ease
And nothing goes to waste. 

As shadows decline, the day's heat grows
The duo seek for rest
And from experience each beast knows
Beneath which tree shade is best

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Now through the bush a poor man passes,
Life for him is tough
Far is he from the pampered classes
Fate has dealt him rough.

A master he of the bushcraft arts
He checks his ancient rifle.
His quarry, the elephants of these parts;
His self-set task's no trifle. 

He examines the track for tell-tale sign,
Notes the bearing of the breeze,
Thinks through again his grim design
And frets on unpaid school fees. 

Beneath a large and leafy tree,
In deep shade rest our duo.
Elsewhere the poacher sits, and he
Counts out his precious ammo. 

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Now from the dust and heat and haze
Oblique rays grant respite.
The drift begins as in bygone days
To water as mellows the light.

Direct the winding path proceeds
To the banks of the hippo'd pan
Where all may quaff their watery needs
To last full a one-day span.

At water biostrus games unfold
Cavorting giants unaware
Of the cost they may yet be tolled
For the ivory they bear.

Against speeding bullet, what defence
For loss of range, what plan?
Let the weeping and the wailing commence
Oh greedy hearted man! 

Retiring now into the gathering dusk,
Where lethal shot rings out soon...
And vile mankind who covets tusk
Brings elephant-kind to early doom.





















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Terry Dawson

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My Life Poem

My life is all about poems, love, and something else but I roll on with life with help from people that like me for who I am. Keep your friends close and your lovers closer not really but I wish that was true for it to happen. I would have to wait on it but I think it can happen. Thinking and knowing what life is going to bring to you or something else to happen I don’t know. In my life is something to do anything into my life, I think there is something to do in life. Death is something not to be thinking about right now. That is what I not trying to think about, besides that I can’t think about it at all. I have no idea why I think about it from time to time. Not in school or out of school but I think about something or someone to be with me. I can’t say anything about people who like me for who I am but there is a lesson in life to learn about or something else. My life can’t be any worse I have no idea why life is nothing to be ashamed about being yourself. There is days that you are up and then down it is like a big roller coaster. this can’t get any worse but there are many things in life to think about than death. I really don’t know why that I think about somethings after all life is a key to being alive is no joke about trying to do die. The keys to life are life key, friendship key, love key, believe key, thinking key, demon key, poetry key, drawing key, and many more types of key doors are; soul door, life door, love door, friendship door, thinking door, believe door, demon door, poetry door, drawing door, and many more types of doors. Looking for something to do is to me writing poems about life and death for most people thinking about people and other things. Most poems are about someone’s life or death experience it is more like a challenge I don’t why I had to put that down but it is hard thinking of things to do in life more people think that there is nothing to do but think about life that is all I do. Thinking about keys and doors are something to do for people I don’t know why I say things with out thinking about it first that is nothing new for me to think about everyday and other people that I cant talk about things that have no meaning to me but there is a line between reality and friction nothing in life is fair you cant just go around asking for something to do when you know there is something to do inn life but I roll is by writing poems for other people and reasons that is y I think it is hard for some people to write poems. Poems do not have to be about love or death it can be about other things in life, in time it could build over time I mean life is a mysterious key you ay not know anything else or what happened to you but that is life my dad told me once in awhile that life is nothing but a big puzzle there are many pieces that can go together. That is what life is a big puzzle nothing else. Doors and keys can help you but they can not guide you everywhere you go but that is not a good thing they are there to help you, not to be used in everyday life. Life, things, and love are great things to have but that can change in an instant but that is how people think about life and death some people think that life is all fun and games until something happens to them that is how I figured it out I know that things can change in instants but life, death, love, people, friends, and other things in life are changing around us and we didn’t even know about it that is nothing I want to keep telling people about life and death that is one thing I cant keep telling people what to do in life but I can be there for them not for ever it is hard being myself in this life. I can’t remember what I was doing but I figured that it is nothing good to be done in life. Nothing else to do in life is to be myself, nobody else just me. Many people think im a freak all because I write poems and I’m trying to be someone that wants to be himself. Life is something that can’t be change, but the heart can be change and the soul is something helps you. Love, life, dreams, and friends that is something I live by for now. Some days it is like I have no choice on what I do but I know how to keep someone that you love. It was not anything to be worried about but I love writing poems more than anything I don’t care what other people have to say about me they can say what ever they want to say about me. Even if people think about you in bad ways you think about yourself even more. In life you might get married or not depends on what you think about a person that you are in love with. So many people think that there is more to then other things I don’t know why people think about those things. Into the life im in is to be four people in life. This something I would be writing but im typing for some odd reason I just don’t know why. Here is the lives im in; first life is the life im in,2nd life is with my girlfriend,3rd life is Romeo, and the last life is in a poem. It is nothing to do with my life but I haven’t been myself for a while but I can get back to myself after this poem because of my will to write poems everyday and night no matter what happens I still write poems. Things in life is sometimes helpful and sometimes not. But that is how I think about it. Most of the time there is life and death to make you think which one you are living in. I’m in the middle of life and death. You better make the best of it, keeping your self in between of things is how it is. Of things to keep me alive is something to keep me in my place. Of course the life people are in having to think about this for awhile. Keep thinking about my life is what I do and don’t but I keep telling myself “who am I but it is happening to me and my life I keep telling.” Having fun or no fun that is life it isn’t fun but I have been saying this to myself now. Here is something called birth, child, teenager, life, old man, and then death. Making friends in life to keep you on the right path. Keys to life are; birth key, teenager’s keys, path key, soul key, death key, keeping yourself alive key. That is how I think about things that I have been doing into my life. thanks to me I have been stuck in hell or somewhere. I keep thinking and telling people that I want to be myself, no one else just me. This what my life is about just trying to tell people that I don’t want to be anyone else but me. Life, death, and thinking about who I am.
 
josh vestweber

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  47.     

Shopping For Yourself

Store up for a while
What things you might need
Just for few weeks
No more you see
We've lived with the sins
Of greed and lust
We don't need anymore
To be blamed on us
Just do it slow
That way from where it might flow
It might be here faster
For others you know.
Some planted early
It won't be too long
So just the staples
In case something goes wrong


And point out the toxins
Planted in the way
So others can see them
As they pass here today
Just point them out
As you pass by
No false accurasations
For our goal is High






The Lord's Prayer

Our Father Which art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name
Thy Kingdom come
THY WILL BE DONE
On earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily Bread
And forgive us our sins
For we also forgive everyone that is indebted to us
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For Thine is the Kingdom and the power and the glory
Forever. Amen.



















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Udiah (witness to Yah)

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  48.     

Headlines 1966

THE SHODDY TIMES
June 6,1966

CHROME FOUND IN THE PLACENTA

Yes that shinny element that decorates our vehicles has now been found in the human placenta. The very filter that protects the baby from her mother's blood now distributes the exact amount of the trace element chromium to each unborn child. Only the exact amount of 0.5 micrograms each day is filtered through the placenta to be delivered to our next generation. It does so by completely eliminating all the larger harmful water soluble salt crystals, which chrome is found in its most minute form. The next generation is sure to be blessed with sparkling eyes, rust proof blood, lighting fast reflexes, super intelligence and the so many other benefits that chrome has exhibited in the past.

In the dark ages chrome has been proven to protect one from such now well-known illnesses as the bubonic plague, cholera, lead poisoning, mercury poisoning and the one which now haunts us, the safe pesticides of today.

It is our firm recommendation that the F.D.A. expedite its approval in all drug and food supplements. SO THE POPULATION EXPLOSION OF OUR TIMES BE DEPLETED! ! ! ! ! !








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