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Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the eastern rims. Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters, Trampled to the floor it spanned, And the tent of night in tatters Straws the sky-pavilioned land. Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying: Hear ...
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BACKWARD, turn backward, O time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-nigbtl Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch ke...
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Days blended into nights
and then suddenly
a raindrop
quietly managed
to touch
your cheeks
while you looked out through
the fort windows
drenched in a
train of wayward suns
creeping in
within a desert storm
camels stirring a
scattered rainbow
there was a whiff of
wet ...
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Aurora Antonovic & Christopher Horne
Romantic Poetry Duo ~
The reading is rich and powerful here!
You'll be a witness to "Poetry in Motion."
Responsive Poetry
Christopher: Heart's Invocation
In time of pain or hardship, when all seems da...
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Christopher: Heart's Invocation
In time of pain or hardship, when all seems darkened blue,
I’ll whisper spells across the sea, in hopes of finding you,
They may take flight, or swim beneath, or carry on the breeze,
But their aim is true, and just for you, to he...
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"In Flanders Fields" the cannons boom, And fitful flashes light the gloom; While up above, like eagles, fly The fierce destroyers of the sky; With stains the earth wherein you lie Is redder than the poppy bloom, In Flanders Fields. Sleep on, ye brave! The shrieking shell, The quaking trenc...
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Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did, too! Her mirth the world required; She bathed it in smiles of glee. But her heart was tired, tired, And now they let her be. Her life was turning, turning, In mazes of heat and sound. But for p...
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A frosty fall mornin' the bucks are in rut.
Better days are here, I feel it in my gut.
I leave the house, and walk up past the barn,
Up across the fields, to the back of the farm.
My mind is at ease, as I stroll along,
Remembering hunts, forever gone.
Its just before daybreak, and...
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Whether for Nothing or for Yen
I'll play my Contract Bridge with Men!
For though my partner be a lout
Who doesn't know what It's About
It's easier to bear by far
Than playing with a Female Star.
For I can bawl him out; and he
Can ull the same rough stuff on me...
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Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"
Not that, amassing flowers,
Youth sighed, "Which...
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Medieval Love Poetry from
"Mermaids, Maidens,
and Distant Dreams."
I hurry every evening
to the edge of the maples
waiting for the moment
the Sun kisses the horizon,
and watch for the maiden
who greets me
in the grey misty light.
She leads me away ...
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; yo...
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will b...
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Time is never ending.
Scuttling the evening cup
breaking a sigh
upon frozen lips
it seems to depart
only to linger
beside the water lilies
in the backyard.
Its still motion
on the star track
prods the dust to bloom.
It quietly trails
past our dreams
and rises beside us
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roses, they are so charming and sweet taking the place of those who cannot meet a stem or two, so symbolic of romance lighting a candle, and asking thee to dance roses, the coloring so strong and cast a meaningful rememberance of the past bring joy and warmth to a quiet home like designs of shape ar...
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Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. - Dorothy Parker
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If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man, If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a plan To wound him sorely and to rob his days of all their joy, I'd wish his wife would go away and take their little boy. I'd waste no time on curses vague, nor try to take his gold, Nor seek to shatte...
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Who has a troop of romping youth About his parlor floor, Who nightly hears a round of cheers, When he is at the door, Who is attacked on every side By eager little hands That reach to tug his grizzled mug, The wealth of earth commands. Who knows the joys of girls and boys...
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When God first viewed the rose He'd made He smiled, and thought it passing fair; Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal there. He summoned in His artists then And bade them paint, as ne'er before, Each petal, so that earthly men Might love the ros...
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We called him "Rags." He was just a cur, But twice, on the Western Line, That little old bunch of faithful fur Had offered his life for mine. And all that he got was bones and bread, Or the leavings of soldier grub, But he'd give his heart for a pat on the head, Or a friendly tickle and ru...
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Poets do not retire
On reaching their time to be silent,
Praising the beauty of Jerusalem
They are pushed slowly eastward
Thrust aside forgotten to the desert.
And there, suddenly in absolute secrecy
Drop mutely from the cliff,
And the bone of their poetry, drying
Bleaching and gat...
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Flooded mind and heart of sorrow makes one think in depth of future plans made for tomorrow and the possibility of death. Broken dreams of days gone by lest we should reminisce with heavy heart and tear in eye when we think of this. - Elizabeth Kelso
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Cerulean sky with porcelain glass
dreams of textures that cannot last
pondering thoughts of a life forgotten
of happiness and joys misbegotten
of ephemeral love that sifts through my fingers
as the pain, sadness, and emptiness lingers
within the soul full of despair
beyond all...
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Summer's pleasures they are gone like to visions every one,
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on.
I tried to call them back, but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away.
Dear heart, and can it be that such raptures meet decay?
I thought t...
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It was a rainy day in Baseball land
The players were home in bed
One rookie rolled over his eyelids a flutter
With dreams of a stand-up triple running through his head
The cleats and spikes were all on hooks
Along with mitts, bats, and caps
And even Cal Ripken Jr. had settled down...
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