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STREETWALKER (by Fr. Albert Jungers)

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I walk the streets; No rag to throw To cover naked form, Avert your eyes And hold your nose. It was you who Threw me out there With morning trash, And caused my sores With your abuse. I walk the streets And make a show Of love forlorn, That you so prize And no one knows... Just what you do And when and where, For little cash Not good in stores, Your love a ruse.

SONG FOR AFRICA (by Fr. Albert Jungers)

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Impaled upon the sharp horns of the crescent moonWith no star to indicate the Eid We await the dawn that never seems to come. In the shadow of the cross Impaled on the horns of the crescent moon We stand transfixed and crucified. Our fast unbroken, unsatisfied. Who will pour the oil that I may cook my meagre corn?

THE SHEEP CITY

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Friend, have you heard Of that city of sheep, Whose bloated shepherds Walk not on two legs? Listen, friend, listen. I'll tell you of abominations That these eyes of mine Did there behold. There, are the sheep shorn, In the season of snow, To weave woolen garbs For the cloaked shepherd! Their teats are squeezed That the Shepherd may drink, While young ones suck At dry breasts! And they cannot bleat, For their mouths are muffled And the limbs bound With woven wool and cured hide. On the shepherd's table, Roasted lamb goes to rot While the sheep watch Munching cassava flakes. But I pity him, the Shepherd, For I hear 'bleatbules' ; A rising crescendo of sheepish hearts Soon to roar like wounded lions!

LOVE ME

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Do not seek to make me A log to heat your fireplace. For even the stoutest log Soon, becomes forgotten ash, Consumed by the fires Of its own zeal. I shall not be your shadow, To walk beside you In the darkest of nights; Only to be discarded When light comes calling; A hand never to be held. I shall not be your cello Only to make songs At the whims of your fingers. Does the cello not remain mute Even if a thousand songs Sprout in the soil of her strings? If you shall have me, Take me, heart and soul. Let me build a fire inside you As no shadow can. Then shall we pluck us songs On the strings of our hearts.

THE ARTIST

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Oh artist,  I see your unwanted pencil Busy on portraits Finished and framed. See what your lines Have made of her That was that turned necks On unwilling pivots! And some have erased, Time and again, But your pencil, O artist, Cares not for the desire of man. Please, I beg of you, Let not your pencil come near Until the sunset of no dawn Shall come for me.

SPILT MILK IS SPILT

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Cast not aside your lilt To worry for milk spilt... Are there not days, When in their envy, malicious clouds Cover the Sun in shrouds And deny him space? Have there not been many a night When the sleepy moon, After waiting until the end of noon, Gets not a chance to show his light? So trouble not your heart, For Life is but a troubled Sea; The low and the high tide we shall see, Until it's shores we depart!

SANS AMOUR

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Cupid, Must I pray And fast out my last breath That I may become your prey? Shall I be the Pike Begging the hungry fisherman To pierce with his pike? Must this lonely heart Poke into your sightless-eye Before you see me, horned Hart? Shall you not hunt? See, wild and mature I be, Roaming in your haunts. I pray thee, Turn towards me thy arrowed bow, Or I give my breath to River Dee. I kneel, my head I bow, Waiting for the bite of an arrow - Flying from you bow. Let the barbs tear Into the depth of my soul. That I may shed a joyous tear. Here, I wait, A loveless heart, Sagging under its own weight.

OUT OF THE SHADOWS

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FROM: Flicker Shall you let the brush Of another man's stained lens Paint the portrait of your life? ... Say, if you were the moon, Would you hide your light In awe of the Sun's glare? The chameleon ought then to hide In the shadows of shame When the gazzele sprints by. Tell me, shall the snail hide And deny his pliable horns Because of the grazing stag? ... I tell you, the round apple That craves the banana's curve Risks his place on the branch. ... The chicken that will dare the eagle Must first let his wings Test the strenght of the air.