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Mister Socrates Snooks, a lord of creation, The second time entered the married relation: Xantippe Caloric accepted his hand, And they thought him the happiest man in the land. But scarce had the honeymoon passed o'er his head, When one morning to...
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She said she liked her chocolate dark
And her wine semi sweet
And I said silly girl I think we must meet
Then she told me to look around
And was an IM machine found
And since then we have been meeting almost everyday
And since...
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Stick it up your rule of life
And if that don't sound nice
That is just only to you
Just stick it and say boo boo
© G. David Schwartz
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She worked at the house making flour fields
Making flour fields lf the earth in the midst of the house
A commode of mine said her name was Louise
Oh, Louise in the house like the breath of the vines
Thought her face was at times...
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I Am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose; For the winter winds are sighing, All my playmates round me dying, And my leaves will soon be lying 'Neath the snows. But I hear my Mistress coming, Said the Rose; She will take me to her chamber, Where the...
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A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim,
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
Another may woo thee nearer,
Another may win and wear;
I Care not, though he be dearer,
If I am remembered there.
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Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to...
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At the end of daylight
green fingertips of trees
braid pink and purple ribbons
in the sky;
dusk beckons, hushed and grey
after the heat of day;
fireflies play into oblivion,
black and luminescense covers the earth.
The...
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A Calendar of Sonnets: September O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the chestnut's yellow pennons tongue To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped In yellow,...
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Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some unearthly music, and possessed With painful passionate longing to invest The golden dream of Love's immortal fire In...
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Next door, Holiness, defrosted and boiled,
solemnly rises from the pale chicken soup,
surrounds like a halo the mother’s synthetic wig,
and settles therein, permeating it for the rest of the week.
It then descends under the...
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strolling alone
on this platinum beach
my whole life
strung before me, behind me
in beads of silica
©Janet Lynn Davis
First published in Tangled Hair #5, 2006.
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Absence: When you depart form me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.
- Much Ado About Nothing
O never say that I was false of heart, though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
- Sonnet 109
Action: Suit the action...
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Song ~
Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green:
She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guessed
By the towsing and tumbling and touching her breast:
She saw the men eager, but...
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I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sails shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn...
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As I gaze into those deep rich awesome shimmering eyes I see more beauty than in earth's infinite starry romantic skies Thy flawlessly smooth and wonderfully natural caressing face Greatly surpassing anything in critique elegance and peaceful grace...
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They shall go down unto Life's Borderland, Walk unafraid within that Living Hell, Nor heed the driving rain of shot and shell That 'round them falls; but with uplifted hand Be one with mighty hosts, an arméd band Against man's wrong to...
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Cormorants dip and dive
Water swells and relaxes
Pilot boat churns into the distance
The sea sighs with ease
Gulls soar and plunge
Rocks wet and dry
Sailboat whispers into the distance
The sea sighs with ease
Sparrows chirp and...
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The lion may sleep tonight, but I do not
Internal stirrings rob me of slumber
Thoughts brewing are caffeine to my blood
Dreams come and go as breaths
Shallow, unfulfilled, persistent
The lion may sleep tonight, but I do not...
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when I first heard of dada I thought
how insane the thought who would
think in such a way the way of a dadaist
is easy or difficult depending on the pressure
you exert on your mind
mind you I’m not sure you could classify me...
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(Villanelle)
Summer lost its hold on heaven, broke
its crystal arc that spanned the turquoise seas.
The days turned pale and only echoes spoke
as autumn flung its strident-threaded cloak
of red and gold, rejecting summer's...
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We started out being friends, And that was all it was supposed to be. But as time went by, Things should be more than friends to me. I noticed many things about you That I never knew before. Your are one special person, Nothing else means more. Your...
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade...
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So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe,...
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There be none of beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lulled winds...
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