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