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Author : Antonovic - Horne
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
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Author : Antonovic - Horne
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...
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Author : Christopher Horne and Aurora Antonovic
Christopher Horne & Aurora Antonovic
~ 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...
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Author : Arlene Spanos
Can you guess who?
I’m always with you.
I’m with you all day and through the night;
I direct your ways – both wrong and right.
I’m a good friend to have or your worst enemy.
I can make or break you and define who...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Endless seems the road
Never ending path
New encounters
New experiences
New twists
New turns
So is man's
Peregrination here
And beyond
One road ends
Another begins
Another day another way
Which one to fetch misery, which...
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Author : Michaela Sefler
Reaching her days,
Justice she seeks;
For the light emanates
And she desires.
And long she has lived, believing;
from one source
the entities complete
And she can reach.
Taking part;
Rays of light as recall illuminating,
She...
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Author : Gargi Saha
The flower in the garden smiled---
The multifarious birds when chirped
When given alms to an ill- clad
Or received an infinitesimal unexpected gift
They all gave joy
Some flickering, some solidifying
But all eroded in distant...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
'Tea leaves I've given up,
And that crooked line
On the queen's palm
Is no more my concern.
On my black pilgrimage
This moon-pocked crystal ball
Will break before it help;
Rather than croak out
What's to come,
My darling ravens...
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Author : Dorothy Parker
(and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)
The same to me are sombre days and gay.
Though joyous dawns the rosy morn, and bright,
Because my dearest love is gone away
Within my heart is melancholy...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford
June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The Nile Novel' and
'Mirage')
I.
A year ago I breathed the Italian air, -
And yet, methinks this northern...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
(To L. L.)
Could we dig up this long-buried treasure,
Were it worth the pleasure,
We never could learn love's song,
We are parted too long.
Could the passionate past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over...
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Author : William Wordsworth
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,
An outlaw of as daring mood;
She has her brave Rob Roy!
Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,
And let us chant a passing stave,
In...
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Author : Bacon, Brent
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...
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Author : Duncan Campbell Scott
A robin in the morning,
In the morning early,
Sang a song of warning,
"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."
Very,very clearly
From the orchard
Came the gentle horning,
"There'll be rain."
But the hasty farmer ...
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Author : Robert Frost
A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,
And the air was stifling sweet
With the breath of many flowers, --
A temple of the hear.
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Author : William Butler Yeats
As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the dish
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
And there the king is but as the...
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Author : Maya Angelou
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time...
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Author : Jay Lee
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...
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Author : Emily Bronte
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee!
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my Only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-wearing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer...
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Author : Emily Bronte
Cold in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van
the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw
and the coal fire burns
outside, the little hedge leaves are
become quite yellow
a milk-film blurs...
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Author : Amitabh Mitra
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...
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Author : Nick Zegarac
For the price of admission
I can see the future
or revisit the past,
mingling with the beautiful people
in suspended perfection,
between palpitations of cheap light
and priceless shadow.
Reconciled in the dark
to a million worlds...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float,
The 'waking wind pipes soft its rising note.
From out the west, o'erhung with fringes grey,
The wind preludes with sighs its roundelay,
Then blowing, singing, piping, laughing...
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Author : Browning, Robert
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!"ť
Not...
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