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Lord, Let me live like a Regular Man,
With Regular friends and true,
Let me play the game on a Regular plan
And play it that way all through;
Let me win or lose with a Regular smile
And never be known to whine,
For that is a...
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Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Well are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye...
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Write a poem shorter than its title:
Under the Oldest (by Repute planted in 1772)
Peppertree in California, at Mission San Luis Rey,
Oceanside.
Ancient tree's green fronds
brush my uplifted old face;
green tree says,...
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A Secret Crush (part one) When I first met you, You created a bad image in my head. Now that I got to know you, I think you're a sweetheart instead. When we first hugged, It seems like nothing could go wrong. Your arms were tightly wrapped around...
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A Soldier's Christmas Story
This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas.
The following is his request.
"PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many people as you can?...
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Bleeding Hearts ~;
Grey Leaf ~
Tree ~
...
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I
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.
II
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do...
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The forces withstand like the river flowing
Waters are the pushing of the ways,
For the heaven's longing,
Is a love refrained yet bestowing.
And they wait as lovers,
Awaiting change
Allowing once again,
For their love opens possible...
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When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and...
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart,
What thought, what scene invites thee now?
What spot, or near or far,...
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Love me, sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing, —
Love me in the lighest part,
Love me in full being.
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence...
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The sun sets out the autumn crocuses
And fills them up a pouring measure
Of death-producing wine, till treasure
Runs waste down their chalices.
All, all Persephone's pale cups of mould
Are on the board, are...
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Aren’t you glad you have a face
One you can take anyplace
Anyplace that is
That you might go
And aren’t you happy it has a nose
Something to detract from those clothes
...
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"I do my work". He who in faith can say
That simple phrase, is set upon the way
To bend the will of Fortune to his will.
The world makes place for him whose strength and skill
Rebel at doubt and rankle at delay.
The...
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"I got two A's" the small boy said,
His voice was filled with glee,
His father very bluntly said
"Why didn't you get three?"
"Mom, I've got the dishes done"
The girl called from the door....
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(A passage down the River of St. Lawrence)
Faintly as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on shore look dim,
We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the...
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(part 1)
September has fallen off the dusty
shoulders of summer, bringing with
it a stranger cloak of admonished rain,
rumors of war, ghosts standing over
their bloody and colluded
ruins outside coughing synagogues.
Winds of...
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0 beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plaint
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
0...
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Seated one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.
I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a...
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Thou silver deity of secret night,
Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade;
Thou conscious witness of unknown delight,
The Lover's guardian, and the Muse's aid!
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief...
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You have the grit and the guts, I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow
You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
Each man intent on his private goal,
You have no feeling for...
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We are yours, dear love, sum and composition
as if you were the profound thought
and we, the utterances of such thoughts-
the very inferno of your musing
Yet, neither razed nor charred through your imagining,
we are weathered...
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Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?
Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your...
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Crocodile
Log like in the swamps of memory
Wrapped in miasmic mists
Fearsome creature of inchoate fantasies
Omnivore, carnivore
And ever-so-much more
Krokodil
You who blithely
Swallowed the sun
And left a...
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