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One August day I sat beside
A café window open wide
To let the shower-freshened air
Blow in across the Plaza, where
In golden pomp against the dark
Green leafy background of the Park,
St. Gaudens' hero, gaunt and grim,
Rides...
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Over The Hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way —Â
I, a woman of seventy, and only a trifle gray —Â
1, who am smart an' chipper, for all the years I've told,
As many another woman that's only half as old.
Over...
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so you’ve seen my writing
on my website or someone else’s
and think to yourself
“This is better than anything
I could have done myself.
I’ll just borrow it;
attach my...
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The path to Nabbatiya is truly unpleasant,
even for veteran soldiers such as myself
who, as you know, "are not killed,
but simply vaporize..."
I try to bring a quick smile to the lips
of my escort rangers crew. "What...
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The wind is whirling the gulls
over a white-capped sea
here, where Pacific ends
On our westward way
we seek by this wild coast
what we know not yet
Only the echoing cry
of the circling gulls,
red-tipped beaks...
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Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you...
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Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving."
And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and...
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Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and...
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Throwing gravity aside
this is the magical enchantment
of the duck dive
Surfer God
Changing atmospheres
From liquid to gas
Body reborn
euphoric in the presence of eminent danger
Some how defying nature’s authority
Against...
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What if not a father spirit
could be entitled home sown
With the essence protectorate
Comfort is found endearingly
fostered in each womb
Dreams are made of innate voices
and my first are of fathering
© Tyler J....
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When my time is over
and my huntin' days are done,
Lord, take me one more time
where nature and I were one.
Take me to the woods where
the game runs wild and free.
I'd like to sit just one more time
up in that ol' oak tree.
...
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Where "Out of the Hither Where" into the yon —
The land that the Lord's love rests upon,
Where one may rely on the friends he meets,
And the smiles that greet him along the streets,
Where the mother that left you years...
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Winter:
It's cold walking on the beach,
the sea is grey, ominous
dashing and crashing on the rocks,
it's cold.
Spring:
The boardwalk is still deserted,
drops of rain tickle the ocean,
there's someone working on his...
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You explode
with pleading variety.
You insist upon accusing my frame for occupation.
You stand by, in your wizened soldier uniform,
full of anger and life's failures.
You are one of many
and worse
you are one of many,...
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You sat in the grave
waiting
for the resurrection to free you.
I sat on top
imprisoning you
by my stubborn belief
in reincarnation.
Each night
on the rise of the moon,
you would go through the rituals
of...
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Mortality, behold and fear! What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones: Here they lie had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands: Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust ...
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[Written with reference to the proposed breaking up of the famous U. S. Frigate Constitution.] Ay, her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the...
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Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy; My sin was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy. Seven years thou'wert lent to me, and I thee pay, Exacted by thy fate, on the just day. O, could I lose all father now! For why Will man lament the state...
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Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for...
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Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring: While, whisp'ring...
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Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground, And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his...
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Wasn't it pleasant, O brother of mine, In those days of the lost sunshine Of youth - when the Saturday's chores were through, And the "Sunday's wood" in the Kitchen, too, And we went visiting, "me and you," Out to Old Aunt...
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Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf,...
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(Scotch Air) Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: October The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and...
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