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On the dusty earth-drum Beats the falling rain; Now a whispered murmur, Now a louder strain. Slender, silvery drumsticks, On an ancient drum, Beat the mellow music Bidding life to come. Chords of earth awakened, Notes of greening spring, Rise and...
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The cloudscape is as vast as the sky is blue
Billowing white clouds intermingling
Many forms combine into one
Sharing and jockeying for attention
Bu as the pressure builds changes occur
The colour darkens to grey and black
Winds pick...
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It was a lady of the North she loved a Gentleman, And knew not well what course to take, to use him now and then. Wherefore she writ a Letter, and sealed it with her hand, And bid him be a Tinker, to mend both pot and pan, With a hey ho, hey,...
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There was never so much mud —
morning an alarm of ebbing silence,
droning gestures wrapped
in soupy leaves, thick warbled
gray weighing down
limb-blooded trees.
And he had questions, green and blue
words ready to choke...
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Reaching her days,
Justice she seeks;
For the light emanates
And she desires.
And long she has lived, believing;
from one source
the entities complete
And she can reach.
Taking part;
Rays of light as recall illuminating,
She...
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The past is a relationship of angles,
Perspectives and emotions,
With its own fragmentary histories and
Genuine philosophical biases
That allows us to converse secretly
Acting out our small narratives,
Finding a pattern, a...
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For the price of admission
I can see the future
or revisit the past,
mingling with the beautiful people
in suspended perfection,
between palpitations of cheap light
and priceless shadow.
Reconciled in the dark
to a million worlds...
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Poised on edge of wood, To open field, Grey riders with ambush intent, Not to yield. Guns crack, cannons roar, Rebels duck yet courage soars. Father fighting along with son, Though some fourteen, their manhood won. A distant call to attack, ...
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Fine hazy curtain of misting rain, Draws across the mountain range. Savouring views from left to right, Sun sinking horizon melts into night. Mysterious splendour as old as time, Abundant pleasures scattered to find. Natural treasures engulfed...
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Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly...
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Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me; “ Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the...
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Reason says, "I will beguile him with the tongue;"
Love says, "Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul."
The soul says to the heart, "Go, do not laugh at me
and yourself. What is there that is not his, that I may...
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You traded us for glaciers,
Snow-capped mountains,
Pine forests,
Where icy rivers run.
You traded us for a man
Who would provide a home
For you and your infant son.
Did we haunt your dreams?
2 little girls,
Huddled together,...
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O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current—where they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
I hear the brawling rapid, the thunder...
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A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy!
And Scotland has a thief as good,
An outlaw of as daring mood;
She has her brave Rob Roy!
Then clear the weeds from off his Grave,
And let us chant a passing stave,
In...
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