‘Vespers’ by Kemar Cummings

Vespers Lonely broods the moonlit gloom High above the river's flume, Hiding in its dark vault Stars nebulous clouds exalt. The winds are free, the roaring sea Loosed the breeze upon the lea, And bound the sand's serene horizons. Days, in summer-brightened seasons, Rustle like a bee's buzzing bustle Round...

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‘The End of the Party’ and Other Poetry by Damian Robin

  The Persecution of Falun Gong I. Meditating group One clear crisp day at Shanghai In earth’s sunny loop II. What is Zhen-Shan-Ren? Truth-Compassion-Forbearance Refiner of men III. Police arrive there Frosted breath flies from warped mouths Evil spirits flare IV. The days, weeks, and months Spent making dolls for...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBmdmFCtTNU   Near the End of Don Giovanni The terror starts with the entrancing entrance of Commendatore's shattering note in the brass one long, diminished seventh chord. This is not love, but hell that paramour Don Giovanni has come to. "A cenar teco m'invitasti," Ho! "e son venuto." But this...

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