Love Poetry For Couple

 Their guilt is not so very different from ours: �who has not joyed in the arbitrary exercise of power or grasped for himself what might have been another�s and who has not used superior force in the moment when he could, (and who of us has not been tempted to these things?)�     varadero-bol.com trophaeenschau-alpnach.com alkawtarmarrakech.com radikifruits.com glitzerbombe.com mediprintbiomedical.com chinaresgrp.com   so, in their guilt, the bare ferocity of teeth, chest-thumping challenge and defiance, the deafening clamor of their prayers to a deity made in the image of their prejudice which drowns the voice of conscience, is mirrored our predicament but on a social, massive, organized scale which magnifies enormously as the private dehabille of love becomes obscene in orgies.

Dennis Vincent Brutus (born November 28, 1924, Salisbury, Rhodesia) is a South African poet. A graduate of the University of Fort Hare and the University of the Witwatersrand, Brutus was formerly on the faculty of the University of Denver and Northwestern University. Dennis Brutus was an activist against the apartheid government of South Africa in the 1960s. He worked to get South Africa suspended from the Olympics; this eventually lead to the country's expulsion from the games in 1970. He joined the Anti-Coloured Affairs Department organisation (Anti-CAD), a group that organised against the Coloured Affairs Department which was an attempt by the government to institutionalise divisions between blacks and coloureds. The Anti-CAD was affiliated to the Trotskyist Fourth International in South Africa. He was arrested in 1963 and jailed for 18 months on Robben Island. https://ello.co/faqk24   https://torgi.gov.ru/forum/user/profile/1085532.page   https://www.behance.net/g...

She decided to hoe the garden, though tired and only able to shuffle when she walks; that place, in front near her gate, is a shrine to beauty�a woman�s monument. A few minutes afterward she found a cat, buried between two flower gushes, its open mouth snarled with the tines of its teeth, eyes dangling outside near its face like grape nuts. In Lesotho we inter cats in yards of people we hate; it is said the owner of that garden dies when the cat rots, and its fur comes off in the hand, like the hair of a cancer patient. She called Ntate Mosia, her gardener. A man of The Word, he poured prayer and incantation on the beast, before lifting it out of its grave and holding it up by the tail. They filled its grave with mulch and sand then went inside to wash and scrub their hands with caustic soda, and more prayer, never wondering how that cat might have died, but heartened by the knowledge that there would be no new deaths. Its killer had loved it enough to believ...

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Now you are strong And we are but grapes aching with ripeness. Crush us! Squeeze from us all the brave life Contained in these full skins. But ours is a subtle strength Potent with centuries of yearning, Of being kegged and shut away In dark forgotten places. We shall endure To steal your senses In that lonely twilight Of your winter�s grief. https://www.flickr.com/people/192846511@N02/ https://www.pinterest.com/armybombver4net/ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1027313364969404690/ https://imgur.com/user/armybombver4net/about https://imgur.com/gallery/SQ4GaRn https://imageshack.com/user/armybombver4net https://diigo.com/0kdkd7 https://500px.com/p/armybombver4?view=photos https://www.behance.net/armybombver4 https://pixabay.com/users/armybombver4-21365829/ https://soundcloud.com/armybombver4 https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-586kq-10232b1 https://anchor.fm/army-bomber4/episodes/The-Armybombver4-net-Season-1-Episode-1-e1007us https://www.buzzsprout.com/1771280/episodes/8...

I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head and walk with you through that lucent wavering forest of bluegreen leaves with its watery sun & three moons towards the cave where you must descend, towards your worst fear I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center. I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands to where your body lies beside me, and you enter it as easily as breathing in   https://www.mimanualdelbebe.com/usuario/laquita-384916 https://emiliowvqm828.angelfire.com/index.blog/1677954/how-to-master-new-year-greetings-in-6-simple-steps/ http://www.divephotoguide.com/user/...