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November 25 , 2003
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In Praise of Talleyrand:
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Posted at 12:46 EST
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Ever notice in our daily life,
That it is ever filled with strife?
Add to it another crisis,
And you have unhappy masses.
Then, like a hero in the night,
The so-called leaders take flight.
They swoop in and give a solution,
Yet, what comes out of their mouth is not but pollution.
To give you a reply that is not a reply,
And expect you not to ask again ... why?
A reply that is not an answer,
Is not the answer we are after.
Yet we are expected to stay meek,
And keep our tongues firmly in our cheek.
Stand there like baaing sheep,
Always in another’s keep.
The distrust and discord will grow,
And the leaders know not what they sow.
For their words are right,
And great is their might.
The unwashed masses will call,
On deaf ears, their words will fall.
Who should gainsay a leader?
Certainly not a bottom-feeder!
So, stand back you of the unclean.
Stop being so mean!
Let them do their job,
Else it is you they will rob.
Diantha Livius © 2003 All Rights Reserved |
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The Downtrodden
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Posted at 11:33 EST
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I am not a child
I am a grown woman with a mind of her own
I do not need to be treated as someone of tender years
I can be talked to in a mature and intellectual manner
I am not a tool to be used and discarded
I am a person with needs and feelings
I do breathe, eat and sleep
I am not a machine to make your life easier
I am not a sheep
To follow where others lead
I make my own path in life
I have my own thoughts and mind
I am a person
Diantha Livius © 2003 All Rights Reserved |
September 26 , 2003
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And I held your hand...
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Posted at 12:42 EST
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We walked in the rain,
Drops fell and stuck on your lashes,
We laughed,
And I held your hand.
We talked about our dreams,
About the past, our present and our future,
How our lives would be together,
And I held your hand.
You bent your head,
Our lips met in a loving caress,
While standing in the rain,
And I held your hand.
As you lay me down in the tall grass,
The smell and feel of the wet blades surrounded us.
Our eyes met,
And I held your hand.
Diantha Livius © 2003 All Rights Reserved |
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