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Eyes glassy
pouring over a fan of lurid eight by tens,
no closer to any truth,
curdled twine of a cancer stick,
fuming between his teeth.
Limp overcoat drizzling pools
under the mildew creak of castors.
“Leave me alone,” in obsessed echoes,
pinched suspender clips,
sl...
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We all have two of these, you see, There's good and bad in you and me. Which one today, am I to be? From heaven above, let it be thee. We hope the good will win the day. With high ideals, will show the way. But sometimes, things don't go so well, And outlaws do within us dwell. I hate to let them s...
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God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star? How did you dream of a damson West Crossed by an inky bar? How did you think of a clear brown pool Where flocks of shadows are? God, when you thought of a cobweb, How did you think of dew? How did you know a spider's house Had s...
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What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength —
Not our bloom only, but our strength — decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, ...
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The first time I saw the look
in your eyes as you drank in
the beauty of that ancient Persian rug,
the way your hands caressed the nap
as though quickening up images
from days gone by,
I knew you understood
We both haunt antique shops
and imagine those who
once sat around or...
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'Twas a summer ago when he left me here-
A summer of smiles, with never a tear
Till I said to him, with a sob, my dear,-
Good-by, my lover; good-by!
For I loved him, O as the stars love night!
And my cheeks for him flashed red and white
When first he called me his Heart's delight,-...
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[The History of a Lie]
First, someone told it,
Then the room could not hold it,
So busy tongues rolled it
Till they got it outside.
Then the crowd came across it,
They stretched it and tossed it,
And never once lost it,
till it grew long and wide.
This lie brought forth othe...
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She stood at the bar of justice,
A creature wan and wild,
In form too small for a woman,
In feature too old for a child.
For a look so worn and pathetic
Was stamped on her pale young face,
It seemed long years of suffering
Must have left that silent trace. "Your name," said...
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If wishes were butterflies And teardrops were flowers, I'd have you here with me In my garden of dreams; My hopes would be raindrops; My yearning, the sunshine; And I'd paint with my brushes The starry moonbeams . . . I'd paint a huge canvas Of love all in colors, ...
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Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpeck'd cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheek'd peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, de...
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At first sleep hangs around
like an unwanted guest.
The moment flickers
late into the night...
Far away a star glimmers —
some pilgrim on a night's journey
chanting a mystic strain
holding a lantern in hand.
It suffices to sit in pain
distilling memory
in silence and...
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And here I stand athirst
a bunch of shorn stalks in hand
on a lone road uphill
past a crossing
where willows and jasmines got entwined.
A misty rose lingers on a stem
looking crimson in the twilight sun.
A lone star studs the sky in the east.
I have left th...
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I hear who?
Who’s here?
Sing!
My very bones are music.
Sing!
My very bones are music.
My hand open
for who to fall in?
What glory can fit into my hand?
Sing!
My very bones are music.
Sing!
My very bones are m...
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grass seems to decorate the earth
like pictures around a warm hearth
the color is of glaucous green
around which sit flowers of serene
it sleeps so peaceful and at ease
content with its neighbors, the trees
if human kind would let it grow high
would it be able to reach the sky?
wal...
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Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way; Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day; Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do, For round about you there are men less fortu-nate than you. Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to blo...
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The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared ...
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(Song and Chorus)
My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always h...
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And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark...
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My friends, I'm honored deeply, by the faith which you here show in me, your confidence that these qualities which served so well in war might now to governance be applied successfully. I, myself, have doubts: I fear that battle's clear, cold steel will be dulled in the gauzy murk of diplomacy. And ...
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All this time, I thought the words of your soul were mine to know... Soft sand sifted through fumbling fingers of discernment; feet entrenched in the silken sauce of the ocean's spread eagle margin. Bright summer's day, belonging not to me. Still, I plunged into this glimmering gullibility. I did no...
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The link between eye and hand must be Forever lead by destiny. As we wander aimlessly...... Do we not cheat our destiny? Find myself, write down my goals For in my hands my future holds. Which mountains to climb, what stars to touch All these decisions, they mean so much. When quests are reached ...
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You did find many a treasure, As you played within the sun, But tis only night feared falling, That preys upon your fun. There is within the darkness, What was within the light, Tis only you can't see it, So I bid you a goodnight. Nigel L. Spark 31/5/1993
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A little more tired at the close of day, A little more anxious to have our way, A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more care for a brother's name; And so we are nearing the journey's end, Where time and eternity meet and blend. A little less care for bonds or gold, A little more zeal f...
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God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said: "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowerets tend, B...
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If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about — Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're licked beyond a doubt — Grin. Don't let him see you're funking, let him know with every clout, Though your face is battered to a pulp, your blooming heart is stout; Just s...
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