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The Boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike...
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It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse, and the cold, bare walls are bright With garlands of green and holly, and the place is a pleasant sight; For with clean-washed hands and faces in a long and hungry line The paupers sit at the table, for this is...
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Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All...
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Three thousand ginger bread cookies
On a purple path to shade
Twisted Time Diagonally
Elusively Disfiguring Reality
Green was Blue
Blue was Happy
Happy was Sneezy
And the other Six dwarves
never showed
They didn't...
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“The Master has come over Jordan.†Said Hannah the mother one day, ' He is healing the people who throng Him, With a touch of His finger, they say.' “And now I shall carry the children, Little Rachel and...
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Flicker, flicker, flicker
I yearn to be the candle
Willing to sacrifice my parts
Standing upright for the whole
Holy upon holy light
Flicker, flicker, flicker
I yearn to be the wax
Melting away the scars
Running for the base
Holy...
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The void has spoken; not in whispered threads
of subtlety, but raw, corrosive cries
that pierce the cobbled skies where darkness treads
and shreds of truth are nailed to splintered lies.
Its emptiness is panting for a taste
of...
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You just don't get it, I said to them, As we sat around the tree. It's not about going through life alone, It's about going through life with ME. I don't need a wife and kids, A suburban house and dog, I don't need to " be with friends, to burn...
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So clear,
all before him,
possibility he sees
yet hesitations prevail.
Out of reach,
Yet he reminds;
and as clear as light
is the past forgotten.
Allowing he stands,
Realizing he awaits,
and wonders remind
Nature an...
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Infuse the past with a vibrant culture of the elites,
Implant a hypothetical universal spirit
Like Hegel did for Europe,
Manu did for India,
Confucius did for China,
Or Nitobe did for Japan and
You get great cultural icons
Like...
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We practice logic and observe, So in wisdom we can see, How things really are, And how they're meant to be. If you plough a straight line, Your always in a rut, But the sooner you fall behind, The more time you have to catch up. If life is a...
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As one who poring on a Grecian urn
Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,
God with slim goddess, goodly man with maid,
And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn
And face the obvious day, must I not yearn
For many a secret...
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By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent...
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Winter is slowly fading and spring will soon be here The air is full of sunshine The house is full of cheer The white orchard is slowly melting With children running around Our home is filled each day With happy children sounds Now I know A God...
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They say that rhyme and rhythm are
Outmoded now.
I do not know, for I am far
From high of brow.
But if the twain you take away,
Since basely bred,
Proud Poetry, I dare to say,
Would scarce be read.
With humble heart I thus define...
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Say! You've struck a heap of trouble — Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about you, You don't care a cent for life; Hard luck has of hope bereft you, Health is failing, wish you'd die — Why, you've still the sunshine...
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We are struggling up the awful hill. We’re
all of us damaged, more or less.
We’re bumped and shaken and cramped
and chill; but sorry at heart for your distress.
We heard from...
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Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every
bond you bind, I break, by your soul.
I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all
reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
My joy is of your doing,...
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Last night,
I was lying on the rooftop,
thinking of you.
I saw a special Star,
and summoned her to take you a message.
I prostrated myself to the Star
and asked her to take my prostration
to that Sun of Tabriz.
So that with his...
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'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
And the owls have awakened the crowing cock;
Tu—whit! Tu—whoo!
And hark, again! the crowing cock,
How drowsily it crew.
Sir Leoline, the Baron rich,
Hath a toothless mastiff...
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We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, With bombers posted, Lewis guns well...
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(blank verse sonnet)
They glide with ease across the winter sky
on waves of air below the cirrus clouds.
Some wing their way a little further south,
while others stay to spend the season here.
Compared to climes of northern Canada,...
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Coming down on the plane, my heart was breaking from the pain. It seemed too much to bear; coming home and Mom not there. So alone on that long flight, I gazed upon the starry night and city lights below. Then I began to know that she was...
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