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dusk is a long time coming
those days when the sun sinks so slow
behind the tables*
and
clouds borrow water-colour whorls
to lovelayer bloodstains
across the horizon
dusk is a...
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Audio of Healing Tree
Conceived and created
in God’s celestial realm;
perfected,
in harmony and perfect outcomes.
A glimpse of light
a ray amid darkness
for man to grasp,
for a fleeting moment.
The garden filled...
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There was once two Irish labouring men; to England they came over; They tramped about in search of work from Liverpool to Dover. Says Pat to Mick, "I'm tired of this; we're both left in the lurch; And if we don't get work, bedad, I'll go and...
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Hamlet Prince Of Denmark
To be, or be or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings of arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by...
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Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste, lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
...
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History is
i
passion made public
our days
dust of history's cloud
inconspicuous specks
in the eye
of the beholder
...
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I feed a flame within, which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
That I had rather die than once remove it.
Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know...
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half moon
against the mirror
becomes whole;
briefly in yoga class
I stretch myself open
Janet Lynn Davis
—First published in Nisqually Delta Review, 2007.
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this cold night
nothing moves
but stars
[from The Art of Haiku 2000 Gerald England, ed. New Hope International, 2000.]
sweeping up
everything but my
shadow
from Frogpond Vol.XXI No.1
in the wind
between my thoughts...
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I Wish I Was (Simon & Garfunkel)
I thought this poem was over and done
Until last night for the bus we did run
In torrential rain we pushed through the crowd
Causing people to curse "for crying out loud"
At the bus...
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An unplanned touch, a spark ignites!
And starts a flame that blazes bright,
Hot as a candle, searing strong,
Burns intensity's scalding song.
But passion's moment hesitates,
And halts in indecision ... waits ...
Faltering from...
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At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe—in good and ill—
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My...
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Before the Cathedral in grandeur rose
At Ingelburg where the Danube goes;
Before its forest of silver spires
Went airily up to the clouds and fires;
Before the oak had ready a beam,
While yet the arch was stone and dream —...
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Crystal suns light up
ditties of unhurried bloom
in a tiny spring.
CR Mittal - 2004
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my...
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Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuck in...
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine....
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headed inland
a piece of ocean flora
in the gull's beak
an'ya
Published Hermitage, 2006
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Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember...
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How far is it called to the grave?
The child looked up from its play.
Thle grave? I have not heard of the grave.
It must be far away.
How far is it called to the grave?
The lover looked up with a smile.
How far? From the golden...
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How lucky is the sunshine
That it never doubts
Never questions itself
"Should I rise in the morning?"
"Should I set in the afternoon?:"
How fortunate
The sunshine
That it does not query
The...
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How wonderful you are, dear Nellie, young
with energy and beauty both to spare,
deserving of a sonnet's rapture, sung
to your sweet charms to which no one's compare.
And yet beyond your eyes of tender light;
beyond your lips, set...
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I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.
One day I saw a sign that read, "Heaven's Grocery Store."
As I got a little closer the door came open wide,
And when I came to myself, I was standing inside.
I saw a host...
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If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare,
But are their whole of being! If the breath
Be Life itself, and...
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