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In this age of reason madness begs the history past, For we glow in this magic show a future yet to pass, Upon the chosen course of our innocence perpetual, We lose sight of all we be in our ignorance conceptual. A smile or two may just do, to drag...
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will...
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Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountain yields.
There we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By...
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There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland river rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the...
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I did not know
The wind could scatter pearls
Strewn upon my rose petals.
I'd rushed to catch winds
To bring rain upon others' parched grounds
And my own breeze died like a stream
Upon burning sands.
I'd left the rose sulking.
Its...
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The pouncing of cat
upon innocent breeze
goofed it all.
The ogling moon was
all but eclipsed.
It had awaited though
alighting on a mysterious lake
that aspired to be ploughed
by some magic oar.
Hadn't the lake humm'd
an...
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It's only when I'm enclosed in my walls
that I can hear the music of rain
pattering upon my window panes
and my eyes keep track of raindrops
making and unmaking patterns of streams.
And in my soul I see a lone...
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Fitful moments of bygone days!
Your tidal fingers comb
the tresses of my grief.
My dreams ever faint
upon your image sweet.
Parting immersed in time
emerges like love
even against sandy nights.
This song shall not...
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Though we've parted long
And there's little hope
Of our ever meeting again,
I’ll never bid you goodbye
But wait patiently for a time
Howsoever far it be
When we shall meet never to part.
For sure I do believe
This long...
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Spread over a heart of green
it stills the eyes that rove
on bright afternoons.
It skirts grandpas like a hem.
Worn beside the heart
it induces a handshake
or a sleep.
It blooms beside a fountain
or a watercourse.
...
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The blaze of dry sun
is dispelled
when clouds converge
upon the sky
and drench my spaces
with rain.
In such a state
the sunset conduces
to the formation
of a rainbow
that can stretch
from one...
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In full gale of lilies
does one desert heaven
at its threshold,
abandon God at hand,
and put on gramophone
a disc of burnt clouds?
Do momentary ignorances
lifetime agonies multiply?
Do towers self-erected
the breath imprison...
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What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow
And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return...
It's such stuff your dreams were made of —
metaphors...
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When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father and mother and wife
Whose...
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You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage,
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little...
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Sweat, living girl.
Aura a glowing yellow afro.
Knifey grin,
cheeks fever-red.
Are you dying or reborn, sweaty?
Planet-hot hottie.
Boobed Apollo.
Curvy obelisk bitch.
David Herrle © All...
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as we glance up to the night sky
we see the round moon silently spy
it watches over us with one stare
as we see the shadow in it's glare
sitting in the clouds way overhead
as we all our sleeping in our beds
radiant glimmer and...
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I've wandered to the village, Tom, I've sat beneath the tree, Upon the school-house play-ground, which shelter'd you and me; But none were there to greet me, Tom, and few were left to know, That play'd with us upon the grass some twenty years ago....
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Tortured souls who sit in doorways, Begging from the passing crowds, Faces never gazing skyward, Eyes downcast, no sense of pride. Some try to hide in drugs and bottles, Cannot see the way ahead, But within a soul is waiting, For the light to...
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Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
- Dorothy Parker
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Into love and out again, Thus I went, and thus I go. Spare your voice, and hold your pen- Well and bitterly I know All the songs were ever sung, All the words were ever said; Could it be, when I was young, Some one dropped me on my head? - Dorothy...
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I love it, I love it! and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm chair.
I've treasured it long as a holy prize.
I've bedew'd it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs;
'Tis bound by a thousand bonds to my heart:...
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He crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink
Where every eye but his own would shrink;
No music he hears but the billow’s noise,
And shells and weeds are his only toys.
No lullaby can the mother find
To sing him to rest like the...
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I've bought some tools with which to write Some poetry and some rhymes, In hopes that I will published be In the P.O.E.M.S Daily Times. A Thesaurus, a Webster's, too, Brand new pens and paper; I'm sure with tools as fine as these, I'll pull off...
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The things that haven't been done before,
Those are the things to try;
Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore
At the rim of the far-flung sky,
And his heart was bold and his faith was strong
As he ventured in...
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