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Hopefully restricted to posting poems that move me in some fashion so as not to clog up Grace Notes @ Snarkattack.

Note: 'move' is neither positive or negative. Which means I'll also post poems I find incredibly wanky, of which there are many.
November 20

‘War Poet’ by Sidney Keynes

I am the man who looked for peace and found
My own eyes barbed.
I am the man who groped for words and found
An arrow in my hand.
I am the builder whose firm walls surround
A slipping land.
When I grow sick or mad
Mock me not nor chain me;
When I reach for the wind
Cast me not down
Though my face is a burnt book
And a wasted town.