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  <title>Episode 121: Untitled Inspirational Poem</title>
  <description>Some poems take multiple passes, a lot of tinkering and thought, to take the shape of something I'd dare share with the world. Others just kind of flow out of the pen onto the page and I like them just as they are. This week, it's the latter. This Untitled Inspiration Poem just poured out recently as I stood in my kitchen one afternoon. Yeah, it has a touch of cliché to it, but there's nothing wrong with a little verbal remix, especially when it works rhythmically. Which I think it does, and it's my podcast and no one who listens to this thing has ever commented that my sense of rhythm is off (or commented much of anything, 'sup?), but I digress. I'm also doing something different with this week's show notes. Since this poem isn't typed up anywhere and it's a shorter work, I'm putting the text of the poem into these show notes. Check the bottom for the poem. But before that, you know the drill: I want to hear what you think of the podcast, whether it's a specific poem or the format, or whatever's on your mind! Leave a review or a comment in your podcast app, or catch me&amp;amp;nbsp;on Twitter&amp;amp;nbsp;@Lefthandrob. After listening to the podcast (or while listening), visit one of these sites and donate for the cause, because All Black Lives Matter and my fellow white (and cis) people we need to get in the game: Donate to Black Lives Matter Donate to the Souther Poverty Law Center Donate to the Equal Justice Initiative Transgender Law Center The poems will continue to flow, but so must the Justice. &amp;amp;nbsp; Untitled Inspirational Poem If you're waiting for a better, more unfettered time Do not decline to act instead attack and say &amp;quot;seize the day&amp;quot; (carpe diem) See them, all the things you're waiting on Take them on Put upon your shoulders the mantle of action for inaction breeds the like To psych yourself out of a taste Leaving naught but sour grapes </description>
  <author_name>Left Hand Poetry</author_name>
  <author_url>http://www.robertcmurray.com</author_url>
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