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fire rises past the water so deep a pool of blood gathers under my feet meaningless crime surrounds the living a ring of hope searches for the giving people not caring one way or the other trying to act like someones dead mother walking down the...
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She's light as a feather in fast floating air She's lifted with ease and shutters up there Too bad for the rest, because they'll never know Whatever she does, is really for show She looks down so careful, try not to disturb What little is left, and...
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The cottage was a thatch'd one,
The outside old and mean,
Yet everything within that cot
Was wondrous neat and clean.
The night was dark and stormy,
The wind was howling wild;
A patient mother knelt beside
The death bed of...
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So short is life, so full of meaning
So short is life, expressing ones feeling
Life is short even but a day
Lest one can live, love, laugh and play
Lest one can hear one's point of view
And ask for judgement in what we do.
To help...
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Show me the boy who never threw
A stone at someone's cat,
Or never hurled a snowball swift
At someone's high silk hat —Â
Who never ran away from school,
To seek the swimming hole,
Or slyly from a neighbor's...
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This I would like to be-braver and bolder,
Just a bit wiser because I am older,
Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,
Just a bit manlier taking defeat;
This for the New Year my wish and my plea —Â
Lord, make a regular man out...
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Ah, love, within the shadow of the wood
The laurels are cut down; some other brows
May bear the classic wreath which Fame allows
And find the burden honorable and good.
Have we not passed the laurels as they stood —
Soft in the...
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Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The...
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They say the world is round, and yet I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From comers here and there. But one great truth in life I've found, While journeying to the West- The only folks who really wound Are those we love the best....
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XCIX
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul.
...
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Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing...
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Life is all we have
Sometimes all we want
And if it’s all we like
Then we have some luck
Life goes on and on
Around and around again
And if you are truly lucky
You can have a special friend
One to and who will always love...
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The flag, at half-staff,
waves in the cool breeze,
surrounded by stone monuments
with deeply carved letters,
dates -
birth/death.
A casket draped in red,...
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My mother loathed my cats,
An illustration, to her,
Of my inability to set limits,
And was ambivalent about the goldfish;
Pretty, she said, but the money they cost
Could have given a worthier use.
On the other hand, she...
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He will miss
the seasonal change,
subtle as it will be:
the first two waves of chill.
He will leave
when...
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Yes, love, the Spring shall come again, But not as once it came: Once more in meadow and in lane The daffodils shall flame, The cowslips blow, but all in vain; Alike, yet not the same. The roses that we pluck’d of old Were...
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Lullaby Town There's a quaint little place they call Lullaby Town  It's just back of those bills where the sunsets go down. Its streets are of silver, its buildings of gold, And its palaces dazzling things to behold; There are...
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I O what can ail thee knight at arms Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the Lake, And no birds sing! II O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms So haggard and so woe-begone? The...
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Leave me, my blamer,
For the sake of the love
Which unites your soul with
That of your beloved one;
For the sake of that which
Joins spirit with mothers
Affection, and ties your
Heart with filial love. Go,
And...
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Look to the sky they had told me
Before my exit of the sheltered warmth
The crisp, dry, winter air enveloped me instantly
The sky was dark and cloudless
Stars shone smugly
Brightly blinking with quiet joy
Watching the moon
Look to...
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The gentle thump of his beating heart Is outweighed by the silence of mine falling apart. His soft caressing fingers rest on my cheek As my eyes fill with sorrow and my heart turns weak. Searching his face from the bottom of his chin, Stoppong at...
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The following poem "Love Is Not All" is a version Lucius wrote after Edna Vincent Millay's original. "Love is not all. It is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain." In the beauty of sunlight...
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"You'll die an old and lonely man", My lady friend said to me. "But that's impossible", I replied, "For I'm already dead, you see". "What you see, standing here, Is just an empty shell. So there's no place for me...
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I've never known love, or so you say, But how are you to know? You can't know what's in my heart, And emotions I don't show. You chastise me for shutting you out, And you say it's a sin. But I don't try to shut you out, I just can't let you in....
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A Spanish version of "Life Is an Untitled Poem"
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Oye vida ven aquí!
Destruye las paredes de mi egocéntrico martirio
y arranca de un jalón a mi desordenado...
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