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It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with the years, And the smile that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines thr...
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If you should go before me, dear, walk slowly Down the ways of death, well-worn and wide, For I would want to overtake you quickly And seek the joumey's ending by your side. I would be so forlorn not to descry you Down some shining highroad when I came, Walk slowly, dear, and often look behind you A...
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For thirty-seven years, I've had a friend, Who has given my happiness, no end. She is the mother of my offspring, Joy to both of us they do bring. For thirty-seven years, She's been my lover, For sure there's not much to discover. And all this time she's been a fishing buddy, Even though she calls ...
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[from Additional Poems, III]
When Adam walked in Eden young,
Happy, 'tis writ, was he,
While high the fruit of knowledge hung
Unbitten on a tree.
Happy was he the livelong day;
I doubt 'tis written wrong:
The heart of man, for all they say,
Was never happy long.
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words
I never said
to you
the song of a bird
in a bitter wind
©Alison Williams
Blithe Spirit Vol.10 No.4 December 2000
Welch, Michael Dylan. (Ed) Castles in the Sand. Tanka Society of America 2002 Members Anthology.
McClintock, M. (Ed) T...
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Winter nights in Gwalior hiding
an unkempt solitude in a long drawn silence
encompassing fort walls, cannons and promises
behind gilded curtains.
The peanut seller goes home early and
so does the bangle seller
as ghosts of a lost memory ransack
and desperadoes rush for a final kill....
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watery sunrise
cut flowers overflow
the porcelain vase
an'ya
runner-upWinners' Works 2001, The English Tanka & Haiku on Water, River,
Lake and Sea sponsered by the 35th Annual conference Committe of Japan
Society on Water Environment
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What one approves, another scorns, and thus his nature each discloses. You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses. - Arthur Guiterman
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when I was a little girl
I learned the magic of planting seeds in sun-warmed soil,
sat unnaturally still, while sunshine danced
its colour amidst my errant curls,
felt the cocoon of love I thought would last forever
and without even asking,
butterflies would come to rest...
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When stretch'd on one's bed
With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which preculdes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares
For the grandest affairs
That may busy the world as it goes!
How little one feels
For the waltzes and reels
Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!
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When Winchester races first took their beginning
It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint Swithin
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint.
The races however were fixed and determined
The company came and the Weather was charmi...
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When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see. If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today, While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say, I know how much you love me, As much as I love you. And ...
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He was just a little lad,
And on the week's first day.
He was wandering home from Sunday School,
And dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
He found a caterpillar;
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
And blew out all the "filler."
A...
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In the darkness you sit waiting,
High above the forest floor.
The new day's sun will soon be rising,
And you'll be hunting once more.
You sit. You wait.
You wonder. You listen.
How the dew on the leaves
At sunrise glistens.
Deer or no,
You're happy to be
Sittin' there,...
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And here I am with my bow fully drawn,
my sights on a buck at the break of dawn.
First day of the season, it could end right here
but no, for now I'll pass on this deer.
All year I dream of my time in the stand.
To checkout old haunts,
maybe hunt some new land.
This buck's a nice...
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I live for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true; For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too; For all human ties that bind me, For the task by God assigned me, For the bright hopes yet to find me, And the good that I can do. I live to learn their story Who suffe...
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We all wander through Hooey
Breathe, drink and chew Hooey
Dodge or pursue Hooey
Hither and there;
Gentile and Jew Hooey
Moslem, Hindu Hooey,
Somehow we brew Hooey
Out of the air!
When tears start to swim in
The orbs of the women
And eyes, black or bluey,
Grow full
O...
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Wanting is — what?
Summer redundant,
— Where is the blot?
Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same;
— Framework which waits for a picture to frame:
What of the leafage, what of the flower?
Roses embowering with naught they embower!
Come then, complete incompletion,...
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Days pass by like years I can't seem to hold back these sharpened tears Which cut through my cheeks leaving just enough space For you to see my second face The one which keeps all my secrets and fear And when you see me in this light I can feel my heart just sear Then burst into open flames I swore ...
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How nice t'would be if when you see, a gray head in bloom. It were filled with wondrous things and not an empty room. Now hair of gray may indicate, a lode of Wisdom's Gold Or that frosted pate may be there to state, "Here's a fool grown old." - Paul Burress
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Crystal ball what wonders do you see Amidst your swirling mist they be The princess with the golden hair Holds a beauty very rare She cannot have more riches than me Oh Crystal ball this you must agree Why should she have beauty and wealth No bad luck and such good health Why must I have such an ugl...
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Minds of men
Layered thoughts
Tolstoyed novels inside a pen
You do
© Carol Shaw
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We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut trees, In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at l...
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He's such a little bundle;
So very soft to touch.
He looks just like a cherub,
And we love him oh so much.
He is so very perfect,
And we are so glad he's here..
We know the future holds great things
For one so very dear.
I cannot wait to hold him close,
And look into hi...
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The war machines are ready; The men are in full gear. Why do we hate our fellow man? Why do we live in fear? I hear men speak of human rights In voices loud and clear, But when the armies start to march, I see not what I hear. The armies of the world are great. I've heard it said before, That they c...
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