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Author : Adsitt, Linda
[Written for an 85 year old beloved Doctor by a faithful patient.] I've been thinking about our Doc and friend, Praying for sure, that he's well on the mend. He's been like a father, In this little ole town, With his wisdom and laughter, and bit of...
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Author : Michael D. Petti
D E S I R E I Every now and then, I am reminded, when happiness or comfort become too accessible a commodity, that poetry must portray the suffering of real poets; dreams must die flesh must rend, the mind molt anxiety in the open-winged and...
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Author : Robert W. Service
Dark Pine
If my life force, by death decree,
Could find green haven in a tree,
And there in peace untroubled years
Could dream, immune from toil and tears,
Though I'm a lover of all trees
I woud not favor one of these...
I...
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Author : Rudyard Kipling
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade. "I'm dreadin' what I've got to...
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Author : D. E. Miller
You were my inspiration when I was very young, You praised me when I needed praise told me when I was wrong. Thunderstorms and lightning too held for me no fear, I was safe from everything when I could see you near. All your love and guidance made...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Dear Mr. Toothpick,
You are present in the biggest five star hotel to the smallest scullery
Helping humans hospitably
By cleaning the teeth mercifully.
Alone you exist, thin and bare
In the heat, cold, rain, hailstorm and for us...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Hi, how are you today?
I’ve seen you since aeons
But never found any spur
To greet, peptalk, ask about your well-being
You shine eternally
Then sleep for the night
Again march ahead with your flash,
To enlighten even the...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Oh death! Why do you come so early to those who hate you?
And why so late to those who are awaiting you?
When you come and go away
You leave behind a miserable, sorrowful and ruinous way.
By your departure you leave behind only
pain,...
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Author : Laryalee Fraser
At times I've let my feelings glide
along their ink-stained, scrawling ride.
I've told them they can wander free,
take random jaunts of mystery;
exchange their logic for a mode
that makes reality implode;
discard the...
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Author : Michael D. Petti
Before We Part
I ask that time, from death, my heart, may save,
And pluck it from the earth's forgiving ground,
Where dirt and depth, conspiring in their grave,
Yet raise, again, the love I've only found.
For I have not...
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Author : Michael D. Petti
The Elixir of Love
What terrible toxin tinges my taste?
For the surer, safer sweetness of one,
Whom, for you, I would be willing to waste
A lifetime's comfort for one night of none.
This elixir of love drunk to my death,...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
All yesterday the thought of you was resting in
my soul,
And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very
thought she stole...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
PERSON'S OF THE POEM
DAVID--Son of Jesse.
ABIMAEL--An old man of Judah.
JOAB--Son of Zeruiah.
NABAL--A sheep-owner of Carmel in Judah
CALEB--A youth.
ABIGAIL--Wife of Nabal....
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Author : William Bliss Carman
To M. G.
A lovesome thing is Madeleine,
With night-dark eyes and hair,
Traces of a Celtic strain
And a woodland flair
Caught in a half-whimsical,
Nun-like, faun-like air.
...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
I
Phantoms of many a dead idolatry,
Dream-rescued from oblivion, in mine ear
Your very names are strange and great to hear,
A sound...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
'Tis well with words, O masters, ye have sought
To turn men's yearning to the great and true,
Yet first take heed to what your own hands do;
By deeds not words the souls of men are taught;
Good lives alone are fruitful; they...
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Author : Thomas Moore
'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.
She felt my lips' impassioned touch - ...
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Author : Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oh, there are times
When all this fret and tumult that we hear
Do seem more stale than to the sexton's ear
His own dull chimes.
Ding dong! ding dong!
The world is in a simmer like a sea
Over a pent volcano, — woe is me...
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Author : Khalil Gibranl
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are...
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Author : Elisha Porat
[Translated from the Hebrew by Eddie Levenston]
With every generation I am diminished:
My children I share with my wife,
In my grandchildren I am a junior partner.
Of my great grand-children I have an eighth
Or less. And then there...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
A Gray Coat boy from London
At fourteen came over sea
To a lonely post on Hudson's Bay,
To serve the H. B. C.
A seeker of knowledge, a dreamer of dreams,
And a doer of deeds was he.
Before his feet lay a continent
Untrailed,...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from teh pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.
Behind mock-ceremony of your grief
Lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham;
You...
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Author : Robert Frost
An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn't with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty run.
Yet if he encountered one
Of the...
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Author : Elinor Wylie
Barcarole on The Styx
Fair youth with the rose at your lips,
A riddle is hid in your eyes;
Discard conversational quips,
Give over elaborate disguise.
The rose's funeral breath
Confirms by intuitive fears;
To prove...
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Author : Thomas Moore
By the Feal's wave benighted,
No star in the skies,
To thy door by Love lighted,
I first saw those eyes.
Some voice whisper'd o'er me,
As the threshold I cross'd,
There was ruin before me,
If I loved, I was lost.
Love...
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