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My eyes they unfocus and fill up with tears, Heart counts each beat and flutter with seconds in triple time fear, Stomach heaves, twitches and twists up in knots, From fears unknown, again and again our minds create plots, They tell me it's...
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The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing,
And surly Winter grimly flies;
Now crystal clear are the falling waters,
And bonie blue are the sunny skies.
Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
The ev'ning gilds the...
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A Mother loves right from the start She holds her baby close to her heart The bond that grows will never falter Her love is so strong it will never alter A Mother gives never ending Love She never feels that she has given enough For you she...
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If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own wilful way —
Good Lord, forgive!
If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest...
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I danced with the maiden
at the Queen's celebration hall
until late into the night,
listening to the melodies
of the mirthful music played
by the King's drunken fiddlers.
I was mystified by
her long black hair
shaking in the...
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Almost forever, there are some words
that linger under a melancholy sun,
some memories like the last breath
in the creak of an empty house
filled with dust, with dark walls:
no pictures, no things, no...
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I woke this morning unfortunately alone again, No little heater to share my bed, Rain falls outside and it's so cold, who cares, Perhaps crisp breeze with its bird song beckoning life to stir will rouse me, I should try to smile the promise this...
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Waking, watching, upon my view
I cast my loving gaze on you,
For how was I to know in lieu,
Tomorrow's day steals you away.
To slip so quiet with Angel's sigh,
Intense the pain just swells inside,
With all my heart and...
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The water sprays, oh what fun Years spent in summer sun, Two friends side by side, my little 'horses' Their greatest joy, my greatest pride. I hate intensely that cruel day Godless injustice, dogs gone affray, Maligned fate, misfortune create Dealt...
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Gazing through the mystic haze I stop to check the view
Of kings and paupers, days of play, yet cannot spy on you,
Darkness clouds, swirls around, to temper my minds eye
I incant the chant of ancient mage to flash across the sky.
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It's a disease of the lungs:
the sighs of repressed fog
stultify vision.
The birds are all in the clouds
where fairies to angels sing &mdash
each to each.
The walk down the garden
recedes into a derelict wood
where nails...
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Dear gentle hands have stroked my hair And cooled my brow, Soft hands that pressed me close And seemed to know somehow Those fleeting moods and erring thoughts That cloud me day, Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage And pass away. No other balm...
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They hail you as their morning star Because you are the way you are. If you return the sentiment, They'll try to make you different; And once they have you, safe and sound, They want to change you all around. Your moods and ways they put a curse on;...
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I sat about for me to write a poem of great renown,
And spread the word throughout the land, from countryside to town,
That soon within their midst would live a poet of highest praise
Who wielded a pen so talentedly, it would all men amaze
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My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist. And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the...
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10 maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and...
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Ma has a dandy little book that's full of narrow slips, An' when she wants to pay a bill a page from it she rips; She just writes in the dollars and the cents and signs her name An' that's as good as money, though it doesn't look the same. When she...
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I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook,
And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look,
But there's another care we know that often comes our way,
I guess it happens easily a dozen times a day.
It starts when...
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I have to live with myself, and so I want to be fit for myself to know, I want to be able, as days go by, Always to look myself straight in the eye; I don't want to stand, with the setting sun, And hate myself for things I have done. I don't want to...
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Preserve that old kettle, so blackened and worn; It belonged to my father before I was born; It hung in a corner beyond on a nail  'Twas the emblem of labor, my dad's dinner pail. It glistened like silver, so sparkling and bright;...
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maggie and millie and molly and may
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and
millie befriended a...
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He ate and drank the precious words
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And the bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: March
Month which the warring ancients strangely styled
The month of war, — as if in their fierce ways
Were any month of peace!— in thy rough days
I find no war in Nature, though the wild ...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: May O Month when they who love must love and wed! Were one to go to worlds where May is naught, And seek to tell the memories he had brought From earth of thee, what were most fitly said? I know not if the rosy showers...
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My dear and only Love, I pray This noble world of thee Be governed by no other sway But purest monarchy; For if confusion have a part, Which virtuous souls abhor, And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I...
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