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<p>There have been poems that I have not made available on the Internet. Bearing in mind this limitation, my poem(s) may be
found at the following URL: <a href="https://trust-in-jehovah.tumblr.com/tagged/poem">
https://trust-in-jehovah.tumblr.com/tagged/poem
</a>
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<p>I present a selection below.
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<p><b>Untitled haiku
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<p>シンガポールで <br />
コーヒを飲みます <br />
永遠の夏
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Sipping coffee here <br />
Heat of Singapore tropics <br />
Eternal summer
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<p><b>Untitled
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<p>No, my trip to the <br />
sea-shore <br />
wasn't a dream <br />
See- <br />
The sand on my feet-
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<p>
<b>Away to (hopefully) safety: A poem, written after reading
Loung Ung's "First they killed my father"
</b><br />
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<p>
Wordlessly, <br />
I smacked the coffee-stain <br />
on its rump- <br />
And checked- <br />
Was it gone? <br />
Maybe, the sea - where I had sent it to - was not its home, <br />
but then, <br />
neither was I; <br />
Or, I could no longer be
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<b>To you <br />
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I’ve made markings on the shore <br />
You’ll have to go there, before <br />
the next time of high-tide, <br />
If you want to see it - <br />
You know the sea will devour it <br />
Ain’t that like Snapchat without <br />
The electricity? <br />
You have… Twelve hours, <br />
Maybe?<br />
What?<br />
You’re avoiding the beach,<br />
You want to see it on the SnapMap<br />
While you commute on a public bus,<br />
And even then,<br />
You might - might - decide not to give the SnapMap<br />
Any attention,<br />
You’re busy clucking at the bus-driver while<br />
He jerks the bus perversely along?<br />
I don’t trust<br />
You<br />
Nor your fickle<br />
Attention<br />
I- I’ll thank God<br />
For the sea<br />
For the sun<br />
For the wind<br />
For the sand
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For the little child, shrieking in delight
<br />
As the waves roll in
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I’ll pray to God
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To make me his wife
<br />
We’ll marry, if He is willing
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And then,
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And then,
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I’ll pray for you,
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That you’ll have food
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When you’re hungry
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And water
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When you’re thirsty
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And then,
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I won’t see you
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I won’t be on the SnapMap
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You don’t need to thank me
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I’m your (unworthy) servant,
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A hopeful wife of God,
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Servant of God,
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Child of God
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(I don't mind being
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A door-keeper in God’s house,
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Either)
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Not a lioness of God,
<br />
Sylvia Plath said she was one,
<br />
And then she committed
<br />
Suicide
<h3>Publications
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<p>My poem(s), which I authored under the name "rogbeer", has/have appeared in the following (digital) publications
<ul>
<li>'Tilde.town: 3'. Editor:
<a href="http://tilde.town/~mio">
'~mio'
</a>. (2019). p. 16.
URL:
<a href="https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_3/zine.pdf">
https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_3/zine.pdf
</a>. Accessed URL on twenty-eighth of January 2020.
</li>
<li>'Tilde.town: Issue 2'. Editor: '<a href="http://tilde.town/~jumblesale/">~jumblesale</a>'. (2017). p. 12. URL:
<a href="https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_2/zine.pdf">
https://github.com/tildetown/zine/blob/master/issue_2/zine.pdf
</a>. Accessed URL on twenty-ninth of September 2018.
</li>
</ul>
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