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10543
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VachelLindsay
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TheWeddingOfTheRoseAndTheLotos
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rose
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The wide Pacific waters
And the Atlantic meet.
With cries of joy they mingle,
In tides of love they greet.
Above the drowned ages
A wind of wooing blows: —
The red rose woos the lotos,
The lotos woos the rose . . .
The lotos conquered Egypt.
The rose was loved in Rome.
Great India crowned the lotos:
(Britain the rose's home).
Old China crowned the lotos,
They crowned it in Japan.
But Christendom adored the rose
Ere Christendom began . . .
The lotos speaks of slumber:
The rose is as a dart.
The lotos is Nirvana:
The rose is Mary's heart.
The rose is deathless, restless,
The splendor of our pain:
The flush and fire of labor
That builds, not all in vain. . . .
The genius of the lotos
Shall heal earth's too-much fret.
The rose, in blinding glory,
Shall waken Asia yet.
Hail to their loves, ye peoples!
Behold, a world-wind blows,
That aids the ivory lotos
To wed the red red rose!
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rose
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7542
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MaryWismer
|
MyLoveAndOnlyLove
|
love
|
I don't always tell you
that the joy you bring,
brightened my way.
The years you've made
happy by sharing you cared!
I don't always tell you,
that the love you give brightens every day I live.
I'm thinking today of all that we've shared.
You've given encouragement, brightened my ways.
But the most important part of all
my Cherished hopes and plans and dreams.
You've listened to problems, always known what to say.
you mean more to me than anything.
I don't always tell you, how much I loved you!
The memories we've known, all the laughter and fun.
And I just want to say on this day, I set apart.
Darling, I love you with all my Heart!
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love
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6191
|
JohnDryden
|
EpilogueToTheHusbandHisOwnCuckold
|
husband
|
Like some raw sophister that mounts the pulpit,
So trembles a young poet at a full pit.
Unused to crowds, the parson quakes for fear,
And wonders how the devil he durst come there;
Wanting three talents needful for the place,
Some beard, some learning, and some little grace.
Nor is the puny poet void of care;
For authors, such as our new authors are,
Have not much learning, nor much wit to spare;
And as for grace, to tell the truth, there's scarce one,
But has as little as the very parson:
Both say, they preach and write for your instruction;
But 'tis for a third day, and for induction.
The difference is, that though you like the play,
The poet's gain is ne'er beyond his day;
But with the parson 'tis another case,
He, without holiness, may rise to grace;
The poet has one disadvantage more,
That if his play be dull, he's damned all o'er,
Not only a damn'd blockhead, but damn'd poor.
But dulness well becomes the sable garment;
I warrant that ne'er spoiled a priest's preferment;
Wit's not his business, and as wit now goes,
Sirs, 'tis not so much yours as you suppose,
For you like nothing now but nauseous beaux.
You laugh not, gallants, as by proof appears,
At what his beauship says, but what he wears;
So 'tis your eyes are tickled, not your ears.
The tailor and the furrier find the stuff,
The wit lies in the dress, and monstrous muff.
The truth on 't is, the payment of the pit
Is like for like, clipt money for clipt wit.
You cannot from our absent author hope,
He should equip the stage with such a fop.
Fools change in England, and new fools arise;
For, though the immortal species never dies,
Yet every year new maggots make new flies.
But where he lives abroad, he scarce can find
One fool, for million that he left behind.
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husband
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9925
|
yuyjgyuk
|
RosesAreRed
|
red
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red
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6267
|
ChristinaGeorginaRossetti
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WifeToHusband
|
husband
|
Pardon the faults in me,
For the love of years ago:
Good-bye.
I must drift across the sea,
I must sink into the snow,
I must die.
You can bask in this sun,
You can drink wine, and eat:
Good-bye.
I must gird myself and run,
Though with unready feet:
I must die.
Blank sea to sail upon,
Cold bed to sleep in:
Good-bye.
While you clasp, I must be gone
For all your weeping:
I must die.
A kiss for one friend,
And a word for two,—
Good-bye:—
A lock that you must send,
A kindness you must do:
I must die.
Not a word for you,
Not a lock or kiss,
Good-bye.
We, one, must part in two;
Verily death is this:
I must die.
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husband
|
2856
|
AnneKilligrew
|
OnDeath
|
death
|
Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe,
Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so:
Thou gentle drier o'th' afflicteds Tears,
Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears;
Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire,
Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care.
If in regard of Bliss thou wert a Curse,
And then the Joys of Paradise art worse;
Yet after Man from his first Station fell,
And God from Eden Adam did expel,
Thou wert no more an Evil, but Relief;
The Balm and Cure to ev'ry Humane Grief:
Through thee (what Man had forfeited before)
He now enjoys, and ne'r can loose it more.
No subtile Serpents in the Grave betray,
Worms on the Body there, not Soul do prey;
No Vice there Tempts, no Terrors there afright,
No Coz'ning Sin affords a false delight:
No vain Contentions do that Peace annoy,
No feirce Alarms break the lasting Joy.
Ah since from thee so many Blessings flow,
Such real Good as Life can never know;
Come when thou wilt, in thy afrighting'st Dress,
Thy Shape shall never make thy Welcome less.
Thou mayst to Joy, but ne'er to Fear give Birth,
Thou Best, as well as Certain'st thing on Earth.
Fly thee? May Travellers then fly their Rest,
And hungry Infants fly the profer'd Brest.
No, those that faint and tremble at thy Name,
Fly from their Good on a mistaken Fame.
Thus Childish fear did Israel of old
From Plenty and the Promis'd Land with-hold;
They fancy'd Giants, and refus'd to go,
When Canaan did with Milk and Honey flow.
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death
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6653
|
KathleenWest
|
TheJoyOfCooking
|
joy
|
One of the things that I'm most proud of
Since I was very young
Is learning to cook and enjoying it so
And what a pleasure it has become
It started with egg sandwiches for Dad
He liked one when he wanted a snack
He said mine were the best that could be had
I was proud to do something back
Then there was the apples pies I baked
One day when mom was out
And to my joy, the crust turned out great!
And my love of cooking came about
Mom taught me to season everything just right
And all the tips she knew
The soups and gravies, and cakes so lite
The cassaroles and the irish stew
Then I was making dinner for the family
My four brothers, mom and dad, and me
And at fourteen years old I was hired to cook
For the neighbor with seven kids to feed!
Later when I got a place on my own
I couldn't afford to go out to eat
I could barely afford to pay the rent!
I was broke, but I ate like a queen!
I've fed all my family and friends that I know
And catered parties and festivals too
And the joy that I feel can't help but show
I love to nurture people with food!
We must all nourish our bodies each day
So why not make it taste great!
With a little planning, a will, and a way
The skies the limit on what we can make!
The joy of cooking is something learned and shared
And it unites the young and the old
A lifelong love that can only be compared
To a treasure more precious than gold!
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joy
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12587
|
RoseAnnVShawiak
|
SwimmingInTheSky
|
swimming
|
Tracks across the heavens, disappearing into clouds, no
vehicles driving upon them, only pictures in my mind.
Wanting to be up there, hanging from strings which are
embedded here and there within the sky.
Having to be content with sitting here on the ground,
still wishing to be above, playing in blue heavens and
swimming with the clouds.
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swimming
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469
|
AllenSteble
|
OrderInTheAnimalKingdom
|
animal
|
Have you ever heard of a sheep-
that was a police officer?
arresting a lone wolf
for committing a murder
have you ever heard of a cow
that was a judge?
sentencing a pig
for stealing chocolate fudge
have you ever heard of an eagle-
that was a president?
flying above his subjects
watching over his residents
have you ever heard of a lion-
that was a wise king?
sitting on his majestic throne
looking after his surroundings
have you ever heard of a gorilla-
that was a government official?
serving for the common order
of the animal kingdom
have you ever heard of a monkey-
that was a published author?
writting in the news column
about this prevailing disorder
i've never seen any of that
thats why i say theres no order-
in the animal world,
and yet
they seem to have more order
than us humans...
ironic really
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animal
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6620
|
WaltWhitman
|
JoyShipmateJoy
|
joy
|
Joy! shipmate--joy!
(Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;)
Our life is closed--our life begins;
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last--she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore;
Joy! shipmate--joy!
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joy
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5767
|
ChrispinJohnson
|
WhatIsAHero
|
hero
|
Never did I ever think of the definition of a hero.
Is a hero someone who defends the innocent who can’t defend themselves?
Does a hero need's to be arcane? Is a hero someone who thinks of others first?
Is a hero someone who faces dangers in times of peril despite all the odds? Is a hero someone who goes that little extra mile against all odds to make the world a better place?
Are heroes seen as heroes because they are intellectual, strong, fast, braves’ danger or because they are arcane? No, a hero is someone who is hopeful in times when seen as all hope is gone, although hope may be frail it’s hard to kill.
A hero is someone who fights all kind of injustice but also who is merciful. A hero is someone who is compassionate to others needs and difficulties, someone who is loyal to fighting injustice and sincere in what they are doing but with wisdom.
Show me a person with the attributes of being merciful, compassionate, loyal, sincere and wise and I will not only show you a hero but a Legend.
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hero
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10060
|
TedSheridan
|
ALessonInSelfRespect
|
respect
|
Nobody gives a damn about you
Until you pick up a gun or strap on a bomb
And kill someone with your version of kindness
Nobody gives a damn about you
Until you have a couple too many drinks
Get behind the wheel of your SUV
And kill someone with your version of having fun
Nobody gives a damn about you
Until you call someone a Honky or a Nigger
And kill someone with your version of the truth
Nobody gives a damn about you
Until you learn to give a damn about yourself
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respect
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12198
|
ManahilShafiq
|
SuccessInNeed
|
success
|
success is something
which u keep chasing
until u trap it in net
and lock it up
and look day and night
that the prisoner wont escape
and be caught somewhere else
by people who wont set it free
just like u planned to keep
and once it escapes
it leads to fighting and pain
and even break between success seeking friends
some think why is it important
to fight for such a thing
to strive without a friend
to waste time searching
but only few know the advantage of its presence.............................
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success
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12844
|
MichaelShepherd
|
AChineseTakeawayForDavidWithThanks
|
thanks
|
The ancient sage, beset with too many thoughts
for one human lifetime,
chooses carefully the place to sit
beside the lake,
under the even more ancient twisted pine
with the view of distant cliffs
where the stork’s cry echoes;
gathers his thoughts.
Out of mercy,
the breeze gently ruffles the surface
of the lake;
the sage, reminded by the ripples
of the stillness of the lake,
smiles from a mind that’s now the lake
reflecting the blueness of the sky;
reflects, beyond the blue,
the space in which immortals live.
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thanks
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5269
|
D├│nallDempsey
|
YouWearMyKissesInYourHairForJan
|
hair
|
You wear
my kisses
in your hair
invisible
to everyone
but us
they glisten
like emotional jewelry
bloom like flowers
of desire
you wear
my kisses
in your hair
smiling secretly
to your self
as to how
they got there
& to where
the other kisses
...are!
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hair
|
12313
|
ScarredUnknown
|
Suicide
|
suicide
|
i'm going to run away
i'm leaving this world
for all it has never done
i'm leaving this world
for all it never did
never seemed to care
never showed me love
never showed me joy
never gave me hope
i'm leaving this world
all it gave is pain
and regret
it let me make mistakes
like any normal person
yet i'd go home
and it would throw a knife
straight to my heart
i'm leaving this world
for all it never did
never seemed to care
never showed me love
never showed me joy
never gave me hope
i'm leaving this world
all it gave was pain
all it gave was hate
all it gave was death
i won't be here tomorrow
i won't make it another day
i can't take this pain
i'm tired of feeling numb
the feeling of no feeling
i'm tired of the pain
i long for that feeling
the trusting
the love
the joy
the hope
but no it takes it away
locked inside a box
must keep it away
i'm leaving this world
for all it never did
and all it never gave
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suicide
|
12569
|
mepoetyepspoet
|
SwimmingBelowThePovertyLineInspirorJaSaabh
|
swimming
|
You Sir in your silent desire
to become a millionaire
alas prove my point also
we are today much more poorer
than then, sixty years ago
when youth was happy with just 300
and
one could save a tenner every month
Today despite the high Pension
they give
they say
one has to sell
one's woman's bangles
once he gave her six decades ago
when they were newly married
This is the whole truth
poverty will for ever stay,
add on to more population
produce more kids
add on oldies like you and me
also one may
but we will jump over theBPL line
as we did jump
a 5 foot string
high jumping at 16
both you and me
our spouses could never have seen
they want earrings of diamonds
makes PLUME
laugh today
has the spouse's mind gone astray
One may wonder
we have become mindless
so we wander
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swimming
|
2263
|
LindaEngwall
|
LackOfCourage
|
courage
|
Most days I feel
Like I am
Losing so much time
Sitting
Waiting
Hoping
For you to change
Never knowing quite for sure
If it is me or you that must change
Always believed that by
Not moving
Making no decision
Is the same as making one
Wondering if it is due to my lack of strength
Or no courage
To take those hits
That will happen if I choose
To move
Now
Wish I knew if this was truly my choice
Or one made only by lack of my courage
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courage
|
1524
|
GilGregorio
|
Change
|
change
|
It is a perilous venture to an unknown
where the living world is limitless
like weeds from a faraway land
dreaming...and hoping...
It is a desert where the woes tremble
like a torch's sparkle at night
and the origin is not known yet
chanting...and lifting...
But, it has wings that can endure
even swallow those that are bigger;
It has eyes that can examine
even those who do not deserve it.
Most of all, it begins everything new!
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change
|
7822
|
JacquelineDougherty
|
MemoryOfYou
|
memory
|
You are but a memory to my dear heart
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
My heart yearns for you, but you're not there,
only your memory is, and that hurts even more.
The tears are all too real and they follow the pain
my heart feels when it misses you so.
Memory upon memory floods the gates
and soon I begin to drown in them.
Each better than the last but all so sweet and real.
The memory is real but its fading too fast
its uncontrolable, and its evaporating
like dew drops in the sun.
I try to gather them up quickly, place them in a jar, but
the time is quicker than I, and it speeds up the sun's steal.
O I wish you could be here and not just your memory
because you are by far better than the thought of the past.
As each sunset brings forth a new day,
I think about the memory, and the pain it brings
is too immense but the tears are even bigger.
You are but a memory that is quickly fading
and only you can fix that my dear.
Though my heart hurts so much from the pain
only you can save me.
Like each sunset brings forth a new time,
this sunset will bring you to me.
And love back into the mourning heart
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memory
|
373
|
DavidBeckham
|
DefeatAnger
|
anger
|
Anger bestowed upon self
Is weight upon soul
If you cannot walk with rocks tied onto your feet
Why then would you put so much weight onto your soul
It hurts inside, and you know it
It burns inside, and you feel it
But you not listening to your reasoning
Nor paying attention to your past
Let go, would be easy
But you hold on, like its priceless
If there is anyone loosing
That person would be you
Common, enjoy the freedom
And see the people smiling
If the eye, a window to the soul
Then anger, a veil over the eyes
Get those rocks off your feet
Lift up those veil off your eyes
Let your true self reveal
The beauty you hold inside
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anger
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13735
|
Sappho
|
WithoutWarning
|
warning
|
Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
|
warning
|
13590
|
StephenCrane
|
TellBraveDeedsOfWar
|
war
|
"Tell brave deeds of war."
Then they recounted tales, --
"There were stern stands
And bitter runs for glory."
Ah, I think there were braver deeds.
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war
|
8263
|
RobertWilliamService
|
YoungMother
|
mother
|
Her baby was so full of glee,
And through the day
It laughed and babbled on her knee
In happy play.
It pulled her hair all out of curl
With noisy joy;
So peppy she was glad her girl
Was not a boy.
Then as she longed for it to sleep,
To her surprise
It just relaxed within her keep
With closing eyes.
And as it lay upon her breast
So still its breath,
So exquisite its utter rest
It looked like death.
It seemed like it had slipped away
To shadow land;
With tiny face like tinted clay
And waxen hand.
No ghost of sigh, no living look . . .
Then with an ache
Of panic fear and love she shook
Her babe awake.
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mother
|
8839
|
archielangford
|
PlasterdInParis
|
paris
|
I cant pretend that the long week end
That I spent in gay Parie
Though `twas great left me in a state
Of very low degree.
The Mona Lisa smiled at me
And I smiled back at her
Went to Montmartre to study art
And take in the Sacre- Coeur
.
A bottle of wine when I went to dine
On the St Gernain des Pris
Drunk another lot in les Deux Maggot
I should not have done; I agree
Cognac went down well in the hotel
My friends I tried not to embarrass
But the carpet rose and hit my nose
I was completely plastered in Paris
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paris
|
854
|
PercyByssheShelley
|
HymnToIntellectualBeauty
|
beauty
|
The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting
This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, --
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harmonies of evening, --
Like clouds in starlight widely spread, --
Like memory of music fled, --
Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, -- why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever
To sage or poet these responses given --
Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven,
Remain the records of their vain endeavour,
Frail spells -- whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,
From all we hear and all we see,
Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Thy light alone -- like mist oe'er the mountains driven,
Or music by the night-wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument,
Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.
Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart
And come, for some uncertain moments lent.
Man were immortal, and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.
Thou messgenger of sympathies,
That wax and wane in lovers' eyes --
Thou -- that to human thought art nourishment,
Like darkness to a dying flame!
Depart not as thy shadow came,
Depart not -- lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped
Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed;
I was not heard -- I saw them not --
When musing deeply on the lot
Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing
All vital things that wake to bring
News of birds and blossoming, --
Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
I vowed that I would dedicate my powers
To thee and thine -- have I not kept the vow?
With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the envious night --
They know that never joy illumed my brow
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
This world from its dark slavery,
That thou - O awful Loveliness,
Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express.
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past -- there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply
Its calm -- to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.
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beauty
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13819
|
DeboraShort
|
WaterSteamAndIceCoupletsEdited
|
water
|
I am the contrails in the sky
Transporting your love to my heart-felt joy
I am those rolling white riffles splashing
Across those ancient glistening granite rocks
I am the warm tingling steaming massage
Sensate-ly refreshing your tired soul
I am that energizing frozen cube
That cools that sweet tea you sip on our porch
I am the main ingredient carrying
Life-giving nutrients to your keen mind
I am the visible steam rising up
That prepares your scrumptious wild rice tonight
I am those fluffy white clouds high above
That sponge down the dust into the earth
I am that which keeps your Force Five afloat
So you can sail on to your newer dreams
I am your frozen-ed winter delight
Magical crystals spun during the night
I am that drink your ravenous soul desires
Sprinkled grace, His most dear promise-d gift
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
October 2,2006)
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water
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14052
|
RobertFrost
|
AnOldMansWinterNight
|
winter
|
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.
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winter
|
4866
|
ThomasHardy
|
TheSickGod
|
god
|
I
In days when men had joy of war,
A God of Battles sped each mortal jar;
The peoples pledged him heart and hand,
From Israel's land to isles afar.
II
His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His fearsome aid in rune and rhyme.
III
On bruise and blood-hole, scar and seam,
On blade and bolt, he flung his fulgid beam:
His haloes rayed the very gore,
And corpses wore his glory-gleam.
IV
Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas glimpsed by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
V
But new light spread. That god's gold nimb
And blazon have waned dimmer and more dim;
Even his flushed form begins to fade,
Till but a shade is left of him.
VI
That modern meditation broke
His spell, that penmen's pleadings dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
VII
Yea, seeds of crescive sympathy
Were sown by those more excellent than he,
Long known, though long contemned till then -
The gods of men in amity.
VIII
Souls have grown seers, and thought out-brings
The mournful many-sidedness of things
With foes as friends, enfeebling ires
And fury-fires by gaingivings!
IX
He scarce impassions champions now;
They do and dare, but tensely--pale of brow;
And would they fain uplift the arm
Of that faint form they know not how.
X
Yet wars arise, though zest grows cold;
Wherefore, at whiles, as 'twere in ancient mould
He looms, bepatched with paint and lath;
But never hath he seemed the old!
XI
Let men rejoice, let men deplore.
The lurid Deity of heretofore
Succumbs to one of saner nod;
The Battle-god is god no more.
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god
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8356
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FrankJamesRyanJr
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TheUnPerfectMurder
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murder
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You're making a witless lout of yourself
Can't you see, in your mirror of vanity
She said this, an' that, and finally she
Was as quiet and still as a cold body be
He wrapped her on up in a cranberry sheet
An erudite choice of colour I'd say
Carried her down by the fire escape
Sang a song by Joplin while spinning duct tape
Dropped her into a heap of damp leaves
Imagine the look on the public works man
Scooping her up on his fork lift hooks
I'd bet the ranch his hands and legs shook
It was almost two weeks before local police
Arrested this man on some uncanny leads
It seems that a man who lived one flight up
Loathed Joplin 'n came to his window in huff
And, sure enough he could see the large bag
Over the shoulders of the struggling man
Suffice to say there is no shred of doubt
The woman was right, he was a witless lout
© 2015-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
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murder
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13355
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AldoKraas
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ITrustInMyFaithSong
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trust
|
I trust in my faith
Because I have faith in God
And at the same time I believe in God
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trust
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5691
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katie
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BeMyHero
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hero
|
would you do me a favour
and take me in your arms
take me some where out of sight
take me oh so far
away from all these people
full of hope and faith
set me down beside this lake
and sit with me a while
untill my depression fades away
untill im me again
and then
tell me that you love me
tell me that you care
for knowing you
is loving you
and without you im in dispear
so wont you be my hero
and rescue me here and now
for my other hero lost his wings
and fell upon his crown
he left me all alone
longing for some one to take me home
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hero
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4689
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WilliamBlake
|
ALittleGirlLost
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girl
|
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
'Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'
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girl
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12475
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GiorgosSeferis
|
OurSun
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sun
|
This sun was mine and yours; we shared it.
Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying?
A woman beating her dry breasts cried out; `Cowards,
they've taken my children and torn them to shreds, you've
killed them
gazing at the fire-flies at dusk with a strange look,
lost in blind thought.'
The blood was drying on a hand that a tree made green,
a warrior was asleep clutching the lance that cast light
against his side.
It was ours, this sun, we saw nothing behind the gold
embroidery
then the messengers came, dirty and breathless,
stuttering unintelligible words
twenty days and nights on the barren earth with thorns only
twenty days and nights feeling the bellies of the horses
bleering
and not a moment's break to drink rain-water.
You told them to rest first and then to speak, the light had
dazzled you.
They died saying `We don't have time', touching some rays
of the sun.
You'd forgotten that no one rests.
A woman howled `Cowards'. like a dog in the night.
Once she would have been beautiful like you
with the wet mouth, veins alive beneath the skin,
with love.
This sun is ours; you kept all of it, you wouldn't follow
me.
And it was then I found about those things behind the
gold and the silk:
we don't have time. The messengers were right
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sun
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3997
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RmShanmugamChettiar
|
FootballAndBasketball
|
football
|
Let children play football or basketball.
They would experience camaraderie,
Team spirit and togetherness.
They would learn bearing failures and defeats
And abiding by rules and regulation.
They would develop reflex action
Necessary for spontaneous response.
They would develop a steel physique.
Let children waste in football or basketball.
17.06.2014
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football
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6954
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JenniferHanson
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ThereAKiss
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kiss
|
There's a kiss to say I love you,
There's a kiss to say I care.
There's a kiss to prove our friendship,
There's a kiss for us to share.
There's a kiss to say it's true
But the kiss I love the most,
Is the kiss I get from you.
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kiss
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1688
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johntiongchunghoo
|
TravelHaikuMillenniumParkChicago
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chicago
|
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
our cameras freeze
a part of the millennium
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
coming out of my mouth
the millennium inside me
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
the millennium inside me cheers
on the millennium outisde
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
we freeze the millennium
with a click of our cameras
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
we stop the millennium
for a friendship picture
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
grinning at the fists
at our own faces
he throws a millenium joke
as she takes his picture
'that's the smartest guy on earth'
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
we take fist at own face pictures
in the steel mirror
Millennium Park Cloud Gate
scowling our faces
for the picture of the millennium
Cloud Gate Steel Mirror
raising my hand up ala
statues of liberty
Chicago
With world-class museums, unparalleled food, and first-rate theater, Chicago's got a legit claim to fame. Check out one of the city's newer additions, Millennium Park, with its quirky public art and fun, warm weather activities. Start off the weekend with yoga in the park and cool off in the fountains, or catch an evening music or dance performance after eating some authentic Chicago deep dish pizza on nearby Michigan Avenue.
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chicago
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3654
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RainerMariaRilke
|
PortraitOfMyFatherAsAYoungMan
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father
|
In the eyes: dream. The brow as if it could feel
something far off. Around the lips, a great
freshness--seductive, though there is no smile.
Under the rows of ornamental braid
on the slim Imperial officer's uniform:
the saber's basket-hilt. Both hands stay
folded upon it, going nowhere, calm
and now almost invisible, as if they
were the first to grasp the distance and dissolve.
And all the rest so curtained within itself,
so cloudy, that I cannot understand
this figure as it fades into the background--.
Oh quickly disappearing photograph
in my more slowly disappearing hand.
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father
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7537
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hazemaljaber
|
LoveYouAndDontKnowHowToLoveYo
|
love
|
love you, and don`t know how to love you....
or why i love you...
or how your love came to me...
love you, because you are my passion and my amatory...
because you are my first letters in my school...
and my first picture in my memory...
and my air which is in my chest...
love you, because you, whom taught me your love...
love you, because you are my way and my poems...
love you, because you are my sky and my moon, in my lonely nights..
love you....
because you, whom pain me..
love you, because you, whom gave me and let me to drink her love...
love you, because, when i feel tired..
i search at the peace of my mind in your eyes...
and search for my bed at your chest...
and search for my details life in your memories...
love you, because, i am your child..
whom you taught him, how to love you...
and how he can die for your love..
and love you until a craziness...
love you, because you are my story and mt romance story...
which i always looking for a happy ending...
love you, and don`t know how to love you...
and can`t to be, except a beloved..
and can`t to breathe any, except your air...
and to live inside you...
and to die, when your dreams dead...
love you, because you are my history...
and all my past life confirmed to me your love..
and my present life, tells me your honest...
and my future, guide me to your loving..
love you and don`t know how to love you..
and don`t know what to say more...
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love
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6246
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OgdenNash
|
ThePerfectHusband
|
husband
|
He tells you when you've got on
too much lipstick
And helps you with your girdle
when your hips stick.
|
husband
|
10924
|
OtteriSelvakumar
|
SickSmile
|
sick
|
Sick is
Not a sick...
With smile of
Men and women...
Smile...
With kill your sick...
With out smile...
you are good sick patient...!
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sick
|
13779
|
DavidHarris
|
SkippingStonesAcrossTheWater
|
water
|
You go to a beach
and one of the first things you do
is grab a few stones,
skip them across the water
to see how many times they skip
and how far they go.
I don’t know if this is a man’s thing,
or if females do it to.
Therefore, my female friends out there
you’ll have to let me know.
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water
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1326
|
LindaWinchell
|
DonTTryToDriveTheCar
|
car
|
Don’t try to take the driver’s wheel
When someone is spinning out of control.
Just let them make their own wrong turns
And… let the wheel go!
If we’re always sitting in the drivers seat
One will never know how to drive.
Just sit and be God’s passenger…and pray
And allow that driver to drive.
They’re in the best of hands you know
God is sitting in the back.
He oversees just what we need
So just enjoy the trip…relax!
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
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car
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12411
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SaundraDiamante
|
SummerRainbows
|
summer
|
It's that beautiful summer sky..
Like blue raspberries
I dare to try...
Freshly squeezed home made orange tropicana...
To wash down my yellow banana...
Ruby red cherries
How sweet the summer berries..
Dark green rhines
Of sweet red watermelon..
The perfect scenario of heaven...
The perfect summer rainbow...
There are sweet little secrets
In our green crowded garden...
They do grow...
So the next time
You look into that beautiful summer sky
With your fruitful eyes...
Take a bite of that summer rainbow
In your garden
Just below..
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summer
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10410
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SandraFeldman
|
RomanticFeeling
|
romantic
|
How deep romantic feeling,
Our lives can often change,
A look, a touch and reeling,
Our hearts fully engage,
It's that Romantic Feeling,
That still we do possess,
That makes our lives appealing,
And Love in Life, the best.
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romantic
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6965
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Dwiutami
|
kissKiss
|
kiss
|
The kiss was two hearts in the warmth.
The kiss was two hearts enjoyed each other.
The kiss was fate in the love.
The kiss was love fire.
The kiss completed the life.
You kissed because of the love.
I kissed because of the longing.
The kiss was two speaking hearts mutually.
Kiss....please I'want to kissed.
The kiss planed the love in the love.
The kiss described all the colours of the rainbow in the heart.
The kiss maintained loyalty.
The kiss escaped from the sadness.
The kiss was the friend in solitude.
The kiss was to introduce us in the belief.
The kiss mixed all the feelings.
The kiss decorated the world.
Did you want to feel the kiss to be perfect?
The perfect kiss must with the love.
The perfect kiss must with the sincerity.
The perfect kiss must with the wish.
The perfect kiss must despise the belief on the love.
The perfect kiss must with the prayer.
The perfect kiss God bless you.
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kiss
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9986
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JonathanROBIN
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IRememberIRememberPastAndPresentAfterThomasHoodAndWilliamWordsworthLucy
|
remember
|
I remember, I remember
the house where I was born
before foreclosure took away
the homestead I had sworn
in good faith, all attest 'tis true,
to leave grandchildren three: -
times change, leave little rest, I rue
that difference to me!
It seems so very long ago
the liberating Yanks
found welcome everywhere they'd go -
though some were pita swanks,
but since the Shah announced 'I ran'
our bearings all at sea
became - time reeled again would ban
all difference for me!
I remember, I remember
the sun porch, now in pawn,
proud flag a flying red, white, blue,
which now hangs so forlorn
Sun, moon spun round each priceless day,
or so I seemed to see,
four bucks a gallon gas I pay -
what difference to me!
My mind thought then nostalgic ease
eternally could last,
all my desires, priorities
seemed sated very fast,
The fever on my brow shoots higher
now Sheiks of Araby,
up ante for crude imports, tire -
what difference to me!
I remember, I remember
before Alaskan oil
had spilled upon once pristine shore,
polluting fauna, soil.
With climate change I'm feeling sore,
note each commodity
continues rising more and more -
what difference to me!
Back then I'd travel aimlessly,
cared not I ran Iraq,
from dawn till dark, from sea to sea
could, rising with the lark,
ignore the cost of gasoline
in land of liberty:
my budget now seems far more lean,
what difference to me!
I remember, I remember
before FEMA's disgrace,
I never thought dark terrorists
I might meet face to face,
Days fifty two times seven cheap,
no need to spare expense,
I'm farther now from Heaven's keep:
Oh boy! What difference!
(c) Jonathan Robin - Parody written 4 June 2008
Variations on a theme - I remember Thomas Hood - Enjoy!
Past and Present
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor bought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups-
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday, -
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And throught the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir frees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
Thomas Hood 1799_1845
HOOD Thomas 1799_1845 hood1_0007_hood1_0000 PXX_JZX Past and Present_I remember, I remember
I Remember
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born;
The rent was thirty-two a month,
Which made my father mourn.
He said he could remember when
His father paid the rent;
And when a man's expenses did
Not take his every cent.
I remember, I remember-
My mother telling my cousin
That eggs had gone to twenty-six
Or seven cents a dozen;
And how she told my father that
She didn't like to speak
Of things like that, but Bridget now
Demanded four a week.
I remember, I remember-
And with a mirthless laugh-
My weekly board at college took
A jump to three and a half.
I bought an eighteen-dollar suit,
And father told me, 'Sonny,
I'll pay the bill this time, but, Oh,
I am not made out of money! '
I remember, I remember,
When I was young and brave
And I declared, 'Well, Birdie, we
Shall now begin to save.'
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from wealth
Than when I was a boy.
Franklin Pierce ADAMS 1881_1960 Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 - I Remember
I Remember
I remember, I remember,
When I discovered porn.
The little book that gave a boy -
Or so I heard – the horn:
It never meant a wank to me,
Nor did it drive me mad.
But in a funny kind of way
I often wish it had.
I remember, I remember,
The tweeny walking by,
I used to think her stocking-tops
Were close against her thigh:
It was a childish innocence.
But now ‘tis little joy
To know my thoughts are just as pure
As when I was a boy.
Naomi MARKS
Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present
I Remember
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was wed,
And the little room from which, that night,
My smiling bride was led;
She didn’t come a wink too soon,
Nor make too long a stay;
But now I often wish her folks
Had kept the girl away!
I remember, I remember,
Her dresses, red and white,
Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks, -
The cost an awful sight!
The “corner lot” on which I built,
And where my brother met
At first my wife, one washing-day, -
That man is single yet!
I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to court,
And thought that all of married life*
Was just such pleasant sport:
My spirit flew in feathers then,
No care was on my brow;
I scarce could wait to shut the gate, -
I’m not so anxious now!
I remember, I remember,
My dear one’s smile and sigh;
I used to think her tender heart
Was close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now it soothes me not
To know I’m farther off from heaven
Then when she wasn’t got!
Phoebe CARY
Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present
I Remember
I remember, I remember,
(I wish I’d ne’er been born)
The little widow and her son
Came creeping in forlorn;
She never gave a wink too soon
Till he had gone to play;
But now, I oft regret that larks
Had borne that boy away.
I remember, I remember
The presents dear and cheap,
The letters and the valentines –
And othr things a heap!
The cottage which the masons built,
And where her youngster set
The pin pin upon the big arm chair –
That boy is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Her neck Itried to wring,
And saw the boy run out Pall Mall
Two peelers quick to bring;
My hair it flew in masses then,
I got a heavy blow,
The cold dark cell could hardly cool
The swelling on my brow.
I remember, I remember
A fair man, broad and hig;
I used to think his slender hair
Did match his clothes and tie;
It showed a childish ignorance,
But now ‘tis little joy
To know she ran away with him,
And left that awful boy.
Archibald STODART-WALKER 1869_1934
Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present
“I remember, I remember,
The day that I was born,
When first I saw this breathing world,
All naked and forlorn,
They wrapped me in a linen cloth,
And then in one of frieze;
And tho’ I could not speak just then,
I still contrived to sneeze.”
“I remember, I remember,
Old ladies came from far;
Some said I was like mother dear,
But others thought like Pa;
Yet all agreed I had a head,
And most expressive eyes;
The latter were about as large
As plums in Christmas pies.”
Notes and Queries UNEDA pseudonym Philadelphia 10 June 1871
Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present
I remember, I remember,
The cell, which now I scorn,
The little window where no sun
Could cheer the dreary morn.
Policeman X, no wink too son,
Brought in my musty fare,
And, growling as he went away,
Locked me in safely there!
I remember, I remember,
We’d been out late at night,
Twain herons who, o’er sundry cups,
Wound up by “getting tight; ”
And then although no blood was spilt,
That fiend in blue we met;
“Run in” upon my natal day –
Oh, would I could forget.
I remember, I remember,
No sofa would he bring,
He said the air seem’d rather fresh
For night birds on the wing!
The spirits needed feathers then,
And rest my fevered brow;
He only said, “The place is cool, ”
And, “Mind! don’t make a row! ”
Author Unknown - The Figaro 7 March 1874
Parody Thomas HOOD 1799_1845 I Remember – Past and Present
Lucy
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye;
Fair as a star when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
William WORDSWORTH 1770_1850
see also numerous parodies on the above including
Lucy's Cousin
He lived amidst th’untrodden ways
To Rydal lake that lead;
A bard whom there were none to praise,
And very few to read.
Behind a cloud his mystic sense,
Deep hidden, who can spy?
Bright as the night when not a star
Is shining in the sky.
Unread his works – his “Milk White Doe”
With dust is dark and dim;
It’s still in Longman’s shop, and oh!
The difference to him!
Hartley COLERIDGE 1796_1849
Parody William WORDSWORTH - Lucy
A Song of the Cambridge Streets
We dwelt where youthful brains grow ripe,
A town not drain’d too well,
With here and there a choky pipe,
And here and there a smell.
They tore up streets, they dug below,
They made a deal of fuss,
Now sick’ning manholes reek, and oh!
The difference to us!
Walter William SKEAT – 1835_1912
Parody William Wordsworth Lucy and Alfred Tennyson The Brook
The Amateur Botanist
A primrose by a river's brim
‘Primula vulgaris’ was to him,
And it was nothing more;
A pansy, delicately reared,
‘Viola tricolor’ appeared
In true botanic lore.
That which a pink the layman deems
‘Dianthus caryophyllus’ seems
To any flower-fan; or
A sunflower, in that talk of his,
‘Annuus helianthus’ is,
And it is nothing more.
Toboganning on Parnassus
Franklin Pierce ADAMS Parody William WORDSWORTH Lucy
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remember
|
11866
|
AldoKraas
|
IFeelTheSorrowAndThePain
|
sorrow
|
I Feel
The
Sorrow
And
The
Pain
Ev ery
Time
I
Have
To
Walk
Along
This
Path
At
Night
|
sorrow
|
9729
|
MarchetteChute
|
SpringRain
|
rain
|
The storm came up so very quick
It couldn't have been quicker.
I should have brought my hat along,
I should have brought my slicker.
My hair is wet, my feet are wet,
I couldn't be much wetter.
I fell into a river once
But this is even better!
|
rain
|
1914
|
RaviSathasivam
|
BecauseOfChristmasDay
|
christmas
|
When the December comes
When the white snow cover our lands
My heart is filled with joy
because this is the month for Christmas
When the carols are being sung
When the Christmas trees are brighten the house
When the stockings are overflowing under the tree
When everyone's face is glowing to open the gifts
My heart is filled with joy
When the cities are decorated with lights
When the snow flakes are softly falling on my head
When my family dance and walk around streets
When our friends visit our home for dinner
My heart is filled with joy
This blessed Christmas joy within our hearts
and celebrate throughout the world
to observe the birth of Christ
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
|
christmas
|
10055
|
ThomasMoore
|
YouRememberEllen
|
remember
|
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
How meekly she bless'd her humble lot,
When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,
And love was the light of their lowly cot.
Together they toil'd through winds and rains,
Till William, at length, in sadness said,
"We must seek our fortune on other plains;" --
Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed.
They roam'd a long and a weary way,
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease,
When now, at close of one stormy day,
They see a proud castle among the trees.
"To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there;
The wind blows cold, the hour is late;"
So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air,
And the porter bow'd, as they passd the gate.
"Now, welcome, Lady," exclaim'd the youth, --
"This castle is thine, and these dark woods all!"
She believed him crazed, but his words were truth,
For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall!
And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William the stranger woo'd and wed;
And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves,
Shines pure as it did in the lowly shed.
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remember
|
8479
|
marieelizabethvampirus
|
BindToNature
|
nature
|
it'll be you and me
up in the tree
and the forest will give us the answers
it'll be you and i
up in the sky
we'll be so high
its a combination for disaster
i'll be yours and you'll be mine
its a law i cannot define but the fire
will keep us burning for eachother
it'll be us against them
the current churnning again
as the waves bind us together
|
nature
|
6354
|
HasmukhAmathalal
|
PersonalIdentity
|
identity
|
Personal identity
Women always need attention
If all want its retention
In life and elsewhere
One must always stand firmly and dare
No doubt, they have suffered most
At heavy cost
Cruelty in behavior
And almost compromise with honor
She has stood ground well
For the whole of world to tell
'Look we are no mean creature'
But you’re sure future
Generations have been bought
But we are always caught
Between good and devil
We shall survive still
We shall rise from dust
As our main asset is trust
We hold it most
As time is still not lost
Give them strength
As they serve till death
With power and dignity
And hold personal identity
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identity
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7043
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D├│nallDempsey
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StolenLaughterForJunie
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laughter
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My soul
disguised as a shadow
drifted back
into my past
managed unseen
to cross the border
of Life
(& Death)
enter again
that room
where the memory
begins
(when the memory wasn’t even a memory)
but the real thing
my soul steals a crumb
of her laughter
nothing that could be
missed
the merest sliver.
I (then)
shiver
seeing my soul
stealing my sister’s
laughter
but not recognising it
seeing only
a shadow of a shadow.
Throwing off its shadowy
clothes
my soul
returns
smelling remotely of
a Past
the stale smell
of Death.
“Did you get it...did you get it! ”
I demand.
“Yes...yes...but don’t
ask me again! ”
“If God ever finds out...”
But I don’t hear
I am beyond
my soul’s
reproach
following the steps
of my tears
leading me to
the treasure
of her
laughter.
*******
Long for you to turn
& then...smile at me again.
But – the photo won’t
listen to me...'Listen to me! '
Deaf to everything but – Death.
********
Your grave buried now
beneath such snow & prayers.
Both angel & I
gazing at nothing...sky...
you so alive...in my head.
*******
So cold...my shadow
frozen to the ground...fract...ures
as I move away
I leave it behind and grow
another to take with me.
*******
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laughter
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8851
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PirateLoveMagicMan
|
ToParis
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paris
|
I want to look into her dreamy eyes, But she turns them away and my heart sighs. I want to hold her hand and intertwine our fingures, But my
ennocent youthful sweat lingures.I want to embrace her in my arms to cuddle, But when I raise them there is no mass, no muscle.I want to feel
her soft lips in a sweet pashoinet kiss, But mine turn into a dry desert abyss.Then it is time for our day to end along with my first date gidder,
but I carry her sent with me to remember.
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paris
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159
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FrederickKesner
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CrossroadsOfAmerica
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america
|
Crossroads of this brave New World:
tiring - perhaps no longer young
Big city, rural city? central point -
refreshing - this nation's innovative belly
city of indigenous America, cosmopolitan
reflective - luminescent in waning light
hopeful in the new day dawning bright
still movement, raucous plains of crop
Gridded out on one mile square
soldiers and sailors commemorate
midpoint triumph at Monument Circle
no governor on this spot will reside
interstates intersect downtown - out of town;
glass-domed rotunda docile suspensions
champions cheer in the hall of White River
fast paced spin abouts at the Motor Speedway
To the eye of tourist local or overseas
- dimming star spangled glory revived
midway between coast to coast she lay
Who is there? Indianapolis, city fair.
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america
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3566
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Scarlet
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TheRealMmeaningOfTheWordFamily
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family
|
what do you think of when you say your family
do you think of those you share blood with
i sure don't
i think of those who are there for me
sure we do not share blood
but we share something strong
we share trust
so when you say family
i think of my online family
for those are the people that have been there for me
those are the ones that have helped me through thick and thin
those are the ones who have saved me in my darkness moments
these people started off as strangers
and now they know more about me
than people i have grown up with
these people
mean so much
sure we have never meant
and prolly never will
but still
with just their words
they have done so much
for they have saved a life
healed wounds i didn't think could be healed
they opened my eyes to the joys of the world
they freed my soul
and warmed my heart
all this from just words and being there
for all that they are my true family
for i am closer to them
than any others on earth
in my family there are many
my big bro– the funny stubborn one always looking out for me- always has the funny sh*t lol who worries cause he can't help it
my mother- such a caring woman who has been where I stand- in her job she see more pain and trouble than any should and yet she is always there to cheer me up
my father- with his wisdom, and powerful way with words- he has taught me more than any
my little sister-who has stood by my side through thick and thin
my big sister- who if she could would change this world so no one would feel pain
thank you all for you all never had to help me yet you all did
you showed me the true meaning of family
family
those of which you can trust
those of which trust you back
those who care for you
and comfort you
the ones you try your hardest to do the same to
this poem is for all you that have been there for me
without you guys don't know what i would do lol
you guys mean alot
thanks a bunch
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family
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5430
|
JaneAusten
|
HappyTheLabRer
|
happy
|
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,
He envies not the gayest London beaux.
In church he takes his seat among the rows,
Pays to the place the reverence he owes,
Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,
Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,
And rouses joyous at the welcome close.
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happy
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11950
|
ArthurHenryAdams
|
ASpringSonnet
|
spring
|
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
And all the night with wonder was a-swoon.
A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things;
Some unseen hand hovered above the strings:
Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune.
And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed
In her grey robe against the coming heat.
A pulse awoke within the stirring street--
The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown,
And through the quiet of the colonnade
The smoky perfume of boronia blown.
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spring
|
1245
|
louisrams
|
Butterfly
|
butterfly
|
butterfly
I stopped to look at a butterfly-then it flew away.
Yet! -left me with an impression.
With me it will always stay.
Its wings were a beautiful brown-with polka dots you see.
I had wanted to grab it-but I knew it had to be free.
They only have a short life span
But in their life -they live an eternity.
They have no worries or cares-but in their life they share
All the joys of yesteryear…
If man could be as a butterfly-and enjoy and share life.
we would not have to go through, all our struggles and strife.
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butterfly
|
1650
|
MichaelHopkins
|
ChicagoWasOnce
|
chicago
|
Chicago was once
A city of strong shoulders
Times of strong,long gone
© 2018.M.N. Hopkins
|
chicago
|
12144
|
MelvinaGermain
|
340Success
|
success
|
Success is having what it takes
to keep positivity on the trail
to total freedom.
Stand firm,
knock negativity to the ground,
forgetting it ever came around.
Holding yourself accountable
for everything you do.
Offering a helping hand to those not as
fortunate as you.
Giving when finances are high,
giving when
finances are low,
acknowledging you reap
what you sow.
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success
|
5835
|
RobertSouthwell
|
LookHome
|
home
|
Retired thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summed lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.
The mind a creature is, yet can create,
To nature's patterns adding higher skill ;
Of finest works with better could the state
If force of wit had equal power of will.
Device of man in working hath no end,
What thought can think, another thought can mend.
Man's soul of endless beauty image is,
Drawn by the work of endless skill and might ;
This skillful might gave many sparks of bliss
And, to discern this bliss, a native light ;
To frame God's image as his worths required
His might, his skill, his word and will conspired.
All that he had his image should present,
All that it should present it could afford,
To that he could afford his will was bent,
His will was followed with performing word.
Let this suffice, by this conceive the rest,
He should, he could, he would, he did, the best.
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home
|
7378
|
BernardShaw
|
CompletelyLost
|
lost
|
Have you ever had that feeling?
That you are completely lost.
Your mind and senses reeling,
As in a dark foreboding frost.
Nothing but nothing is as it seems,
Words like phantoms come and go.
It is as if all the bizarre dreams,
Have turned your brain to snow.
The ticking of the mantelpiece clock,
Cuts the silence like a knife.
Your mind is in a mysterious block,
You ask yourself is this my life.
Perhaps I am just getting old,
Brain and body gone to pot,
Where are the times that I was bold,
And my brain could solve every plot.
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lost
|
11196
|
ErnestineNorthover
|
OurTroubledSky
|
sky
|
When thunderstorms come out to play,
And lightning o'er this earth is seen,
Dense clouds descend in colours grey,
And rain pours forth, where sun has been.
When crescendos resound in humid air,
And exacerbate our troubled sky,
Will all the power residing there,
Look kindly down from portals high.
Such danger lurks in flashes bright,
Splitting the heavens so mercilessly,
But what an amazing glorious sight,
Portrayed here in all its ferocity.
© Ernestine Northover
|
sky
|
9683
|
CarlSandburg
|
HorsesAndMenInRain
|
rain
|
Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches--and talk about mail carriers and
messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the
Holy Grail and men called "knights" riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.
A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping
the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and
Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.
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rain
|
3733
|
MarianWheaton
|
Fear
|
fear
|
Fear is an agonizing thing
It cripples deep inside
It freezes the thinking part of you
So you want to run and hide
It creeps like a burglar upon you
Causing shivers to run down your spine
It reduces you to an empty shell
And destroys all that is fine
Don't let fear get a hold on you
Fight it with all your might
Once you bring that fear in the open
Your world has a chance to be bright
|
fear
|
506
|
EllaWheelerWilcox
|
ABabyInTheHouse
|
baby
|
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;
And there was a look on the face of the mother,
That I knew could mean only one thing, and no other.
The mother, I said to myself, for I knew
That the woman before me was certainly that;
And there lay in a corner a tiny cloth shoe,
And I saw on a stand such a wee little hat;
And the beard of the husband said, plain as could be,
'Two fat chubby hands have been tugging at me.'
And he took from his pocket a gay picture-book,
And a dog that could bark, if you pulled on a string;
And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look;
And I said to myself, 'There is no other thing
But a babe that could bring about all this, and so
That one thing is in hiding somewhere, I know.'
I stayed but a moment, and saw nothing more,
And heard not a sound, yet I know I was right;
What else could the shoe mean that lay on the floor,
The book and the toy, and the faces so bright;
And what made the husband as still as a mouse?
I am sure, very sure, there's a babe in that house.
|
baby
|
2927
|
GhadaShahbender
|
Depression
|
depression
|
I no longer know me
I don't want to be
I look in the mirror
and a stranger looks back at me
She too is in a bad dream
No one can hear her scream
Her eyes blindfolded and her hands tied
Her voice is muted and her mouth open wide
Strangers all around her
A stranger by her side
She stands in the middle and has nowhere to hide
She's shaking and trembling like a terrified child
She's half crazed, animal like, out of control and wild
|
depression
|
9155
|
SadiqullahKhan
|
inPink
|
pink
|
From whispers to heavy noise
My art of love as it melted
In fine connections invisible
From below the arch of brow
In pink I read your eyes
My pride bent in salutation
Your whole being is surrounded
By the music inside my head
My languor and your rhythm
The melody living in my steps
From the sorrows of silence
Sing the song of spring
To the colors of garden again
My empty cup waiting your glance
Come like zephyr from the east
In the street of rapture my garment
Be the banner of the lovers who
Stained in blood for the stones
Let not doubt like the old lady
When Farhad gave his life in blood
When in the dropp of my wine
I see the earth descended in goblet
Red with wine is the horizon
From the depth of heart sing love
I carry the tradition of Majnun
17/3/2009
|
pink
|
5829
|
EmilyDickinson
|
INeverFeltAtHomebelow
|
home
|
413
I never felt at Home—Below—-
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home—I know—
I don't like Paradise—
Because it's Sunday—all the time—
And Recess—never comes—
And Eden'll be so lonesome
Bright Wednesday Afternoons—
If God could make a visit—
Or ever took a Nap—
So not to see us—but they say
Himself—a Telescope
Perennial beholds us—
Myself would run away
From Him—and Holy Ghost—and All—
But there's the "Judgement Day"!
|
home
|
5912
|
FloraAParham
|
Hope
|
hope
|
AS I LOOK INTO THE FUTURE,
I HOPE FOR PEACE.
PEACE OF MIND
PEACE OF MAN
PEACE OF THE SPIRIT.
I HOPE FOR MORE LOVE OF GOD,
FOR IN THIS LIES THE HOPE OF MANKIND.
GOD IS LOVE
GOD IS EVERYTHING!
LIFE IS GOD'S GIFT TO MAN.
HOPE IS THE WANTING OF A BETTER FUTURE
OF A RICHER MEANING OF WHAT LOVE IS ALL
ABOUT.
I NEED YOU
YOU NEED ME
OUR NEED FOR EACH OTHER.
CHILDREN NEED HOPE
TO FEEL THERE IS A BETTER LIFE
FOR NOW, AND FOR THEIR FUTURE.
WE NEED HOPE TO SURVIVE
THE BLOWS OF LIFE!
|
hope
|
11719
|
NHIENNGUYENMD
|
TheEyesOfMissS╞бnT├вyTranslationPoemOfQuangDuNg─Р├┤iM─ГTNg╞░╞бIS╞бnT├вy
|
son
|
You came here from Sơn city, running away from enemy
I also left home since participating in war activity
I have been far away from Bất Bạt many days
Blue evenings see no Ba Vì mountain.
Your forehead caries the country sky
Your eyes are like well water of village
I have longed for Đoài with white clouds very much
Have you also mourned many days? ...
Have you seen my mother somewhere?
Many corpses of old people piled up on rice paddies
I've longed for my little young brother
So many children corpses floated down rivers
Since arrival of autumn, many people fled from enemy
Desolated places annexed desolated places
Many streams of tears have flown ground of dry laterite
Have your tears overflown many days? ...
The eyes of miss Sơn Tây
Filled with worries one wandering evening
Mourned for gardens and rice paddies without ceasing.
When can one return to visit fields of Bương Cấn
To watch amber rice fields around Sài Sơn mountain
Đáy River that flows slowly through Phủ Quốc
And kite flute that sings late into a moonlit night?
When I have a chance to meet you again
That will be the day of peace with many happy songs
And old seasons of warfare already left behind.
Will you ever think of me?
NHIEN NGUYEN MD
3/26/2017
Above is translation poem of the Vietnamese Poem of QUANG DŨNG:
ĐÔI MẮT NGƯỜI SƠN TÂY
Em ở thành Sơn chạy giặc về
Tôi từ chinh chiến cũng ra đi
Cách biệt bao ngày quê Bất Bạt
Chiều xanh không thấy núi Ba Vì
Vừng trán em mang trời quê hương
Mắt em như nước giếng thôn làng
Tôi nhớ xứ Đoài mây trắng lắm
Em đã bao ngày em nhớ thương? ...
Mẹ tôi em có gặp đâu không?
Những xác già nua ngập cánh đồng
Tôi nhớ một thằng em bé nhỏ
Bao nhiêu rồi xác trẻ trôi sông
Từ độ thu về hoang bóng giặc
Điêu tàn ơi lại nối điêu tàn
Đất đá ong khô nhiều suối lệ
Em đã bao ngày lệ chứa chan?
Đôi mắt người Sơn Tây
U uẩn chiều lưu lạc
Thương vườn ruộng khôn khuây
Bao giờ trở lại đồng Bương Cấn
Về núi Sài Sơn ngó lúa vàng
Sông Đáy chậm nguồn qua Phủ Quốc
Sáo diều khuya khoắt thổi đêm trăng
Bao giờ tôi gặp em lần nữa
Chắc đã thanh bình rộn tiếng ca
Đã hết sắc mùa chinh chiến cũ
Còn có bao giờ em nhớ ta?
1949
QUANG DŨNG
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son
|
13161
|
TedSheridan
|
ForeverJoinedTogetherAtTheHip
|
together
|
nine minutes and thirty seven seconds
was the time it took for her to fire up her temper and car
while deciding how she was going to end her life or his
the sex had been good for a while but not good enough
that he would keep his promised vows to her
she knew he was going to be with the other woman
she had smelled her all over him at dinner
cheap perfume....he was always a sucker
for lots of lipstick and cheap perfumes...
deep in the mayhem and turmoil of very female emotions
she lunged with a left turn and then hung a wide right
into a highly distracted intersection of cat and mouse
where her small vulnerable car was yonically impacted
by that of his brute Hummer's phallic killer instincts
nine minutes and thirty seven seconds
was the time it took for them to be forever.....joined at the hip
|
together
|
11559
|
EmilyDickinson
|
ISometimesDropItForAQuick
|
sometimes
|
708
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick—
The Thought to be alive—
Anonymous Delight to know—
And Madder—to conceive—
Consoles a Woe so monstrous
That did it tear all Day,
Without an instant's Respite—
'Twould look too far—to Die—
|
sometimes
|
8076
|
DustinBennefield
|
BlueMoon
|
moon
|
Blossoming from the rock
A soul of a desperate lock
Becomes one with the blue moon
Hues of blue and gray
A due of death today
A blue moon rises in the west
It seemed so long ago
When the moon was so-so
And never went to the side of the blue
Now life is happening
And flowers are dying
The moon so blue is in the middle of the night sky
A love is a death
With a beginning and end
Just like the blue moon
With the beginning of a new day
The moon is hidden
And a new life is born
Unlike the moon of blue
Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield
|
moon
|
1740
|
KaronYan
|
Childhood
|
childhood
|
Childhood is rare
Unlike a bear
Childhood is fun
Unlike eating a bun
Childhood is like fire
Like the excitment of getting hired
Childhood is like honey
Like a hopping bunny
Appreciate childhood
Like when you first stood
Appreciate childhood...
|
childhood
|
5338
|
JeanetteMatthews
|
HeartbreakOrHappiness
|
happiness
|
Should I wait for you to fall in love with me
Or should I just forget about it and let it be
I don't want to wait for heartbreak
Because you and I both know this is something I can't take
I know that you are in love with someone else
And I don't want to be in a relationship all by myself
I want to understand your decision about us
So don't be in a relationship that you can't trust
You will always have a place in my heart
A special designed place from the start
Maybe one day we can connect
That's if our love don't reject
I feel beautiful and I hope you do too
So in the future one of us will have to say I love you
Now is not the time
So be like me and change your mind
I hope that you find happiness too
But it's a choice up to you
It was either heartbreak or happiness
And happiness was something that I didn't want to miss
|
happiness
|
7613
|
LovinaSylviaChidi
|
LustLustLust
|
lust
|
He lusts for her
Her apple breasts
Beneath her vest
Taste the best
Lust, Lust, Lust
Three women on the go
Yet happiness does not flow
It is only
Lust, Lust, Lust
Her apple breasts
Beneath her vest
Taste the best
The natural flow of wetness
He hopes to taste once more
Maybe its vanilla flavor
Will be one better than before
Lust, Lust, Lust
Lost in focus
Lost in defense
Can’t do his job
Till he scores once more
Now humble, no longer hardcore
Only suffering from lust hangover
Her apple breast
Beneath her vest
Has just put him to the test
The sweet fluid of sex
Displaying something complex
Lust, Lust, Lust
Save him
He is an emotional wreck
For he still lusts after his Ex!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
|
lust
|
2786
|
AlgernonCharlesSwinburne
|
ABalladOfDeath
|
death
|
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears,
Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth
Upon the sides of mirth,
Cover thy lips and eyelids, let thine ears
Be filled with rumour of people sorrowing;
Make thee soft raiment out of woven sighs
Upon the flesh to cleave,
Set pains therein and many a grievous thing,
And many sorrows after each his wise
For armlet and for gorget and for sleeve.
O Love's lute heard about the lands of death,
Left hanged upon the trees that were therein;
O Love and Time and Sin,
Three singing mouths that mourn now underbreath,
Three lovers, each one evil spoken of;
O smitten lips wherethrough this voice of mine
Came softer with her praise;
Abide a little for our lady's love.
The kisses of her mouth were more than wine,
And more than peace the passage of her days.
O Love, thou knowest if she were good to see.
O Time, thou shalt not find in any land
Till, cast out of thine hand,
The sunlight and the moonlight fail from thee,
Another woman fashioned like as this.
O Sin, thou knowest that all thy shame in her
Was made a goodly thing;
Yea, she caught Shame and shamed him with her kiss,
With her fair kiss, and lips much lovelier
Than lips of amorous roses in late spring.
By night there stood over against my bed
Queen Venus with a hood striped gold and black,
Both sides drawn fully back
From brows wherein the sad blood failed of red,
And temples drained of purple and full of death.
Her curled hair had the wave of sea-water
And the sea's gold in it.
Her eyes were as a dove's that sickeneth.
Strewn dust of gold she had shed over her,
And pearl and purple and amber on her feet.
Upon her raiment of dyed sendaline
Were painted all the secret ways of love
And covered things thereof,
That hold delight as grape-flowers hold their wine;
Red mouths of maidens and red feet of doves,
And brides that kept within the bride-chamber
Their garment of soft shame,
And weeping faces of the wearied loves
That swoon in sleep and awake wearier,
With heat of lips and hair shed out like flame.
The tears that through her eyelids fell on me
Made mine own bitter where they ran between
As blood had fallen therein,
She saying; Arise, lift up thine eyes and see
If any glad thing be or any good
Now the best thing is taken forth of us;
Even she to whom all praise
Was as one flower in a great multitude,
One glorious flower of many and glorious,
One day found gracious among many days:
Even she whose handmaiden was Love--to whom
At kissing times across her stateliest bed
Kings bowed themselves and shed
Pale wine, and honey with the honeycomb,
And spikenard bruised for a burnt-offering;
Even she between whose lips the kiss became
As fire and frankincense;
Whose hair was as gold raiment on a king,
Whose eyes were as the morning purged with flame,
Whose eyelids as sweet savour issuing thence.
Then I beheld, and lo on the other side
My lady's likeness crowned and robed and dead.
Sweet still, but now not red,
Was the shut mouth whereby men lived and died.
And sweet, but emptied of the blood's blue shade,
The great curled eyelids that withheld her eyes.
And sweet, but like spoilt gold,
The weight of colour in her tresses weighed.
And sweet, but as a vesture with new dyes,
The body that was clothed with love of old.
Ah! that my tears filled all her woven hair
And all the hollow bosom of her gown--
Ah! that my tears ran down
Even to the place where many kisses were,
Even where her parted breast-flowers have place,
Even where they are cloven apart--who knows not this?
Ah! the flowers cleave apart
And their sweet fills the tender interspace;
Ah! the leaves grown thereof were things to kiss
Ere their fine gold was tarnished at the heart.
Ah! in the days when God did good to me,
Each part about her was a righteous thing;
Her mouth an almsgiving,
The glory of her garments charity,
The beauty of her bosom a good deed,
In the good days when God kept sight of us;
Love lay upon her eyes,
And on that hair whereof the world takes heed;
And all her body was more virtuous
Than souls of women fashioned otherwise.
Now, ballad, gather poppies in thine hands
And sheaves of brier and many rusted sheaves
Rain-rotten in rank lands,
Waste marigold and late unhappy leaves
And grass that fades ere any of it be mown;
And when thy bosom is filled full thereof
Seek out Death's face ere the light altereth,
And say "My master that was thrall to Love
Is become thrall to Death."
Bow down before him, ballad, sigh and groan.
But make no sojourn in thy outgoing;
For haply it may be
That when thy feet return at evening
Death shall come in with thee.
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death
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14099
|
MatsuoBasho
|
WhenTheWinterChrysanthemumsGo
|
winter
|
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.
Translated by Robert Hass
|
winter
|
9807
|
seemakheraAanamika805
|
RainbowAndMe
|
rainbow
|
Life is like a Rainbow
Every colour gives us energy
Changes our mood
Converts energy to positive
When we actually need the most! !
Colours adds life to our living…
While driving home from my office
I saw the most beautiful
Vibrant Rainbow!
It was on my side
Almost moving with me.
I was passing under the arch
It was so beautiful
I was so crazy
I turned my face
On the other side of the sky,
To capture the beauty in my camera.
Oh! I lost it?
The Rainbow was gone
I was shocked and disappointed
I turn off my camera
And looked to my left…
There it was!
The beautiful streams of colour
Were vibrantly stretch across the sky.
I smiled
And thought
It would be sad if
The world has no Rainbow
Its truly an amazing site to see
Life just would not be the same
Without the colour of the Rainbow! !
I love RAINBOWS! !
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rainbow
|
5053
|
FrancisDuggan
|
OfGreedAndCorruption
|
greed
|
Of greed and corruption we are all too aware
It's happening in your suburb and the big World out there
Many in high places into corporate crime
And more honorable than them in jail serving time
On the scales of justice one must cast a doubt
Big time corporate crims seldom ever caught out
Money speaks every language some are known to say
In the twenty first century it does seem that way
Of greed and corruption the whispers abound
Amongst influential people criminals to be found
To buy their way out of trouble they seldom do fail
The power of their money can keep them from jail
And of greed and corruption we hear every day
Whoever did tell us that crime does not pay?
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greed
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12762
|
ShashiDharKumar
|
ForMyBestTeacher
|
teacher
|
With a special gift for learning
And with a heart that deeply cares,
You add a lot of love
To everything you share,
And even though
You mean a lot,
You’ll never know how much,
For you helped
To change the world
Through every life you touched.
You sparked the creativity
In the students whom you taught,
And helped them strive for goals
That could not be bought,
You are such a special teacher
That no words can truly tell
However much you’re valued
For the work you do so well.
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teacher
|
3299
|
stevenlin
|
DrugsEvil
|
evil
|
Rises in the east,
sets in the west
cheers by friends,
denounces by the law
once who taste it,
never got rid of thee
try for my heart,
why it's so hard.
no songs that i could sing,
and they are came up with real things
drugs' like crap
never bring positive feedback
desire for a fabulous life,
but who has stolen my wife
tic tac,
tic tac
we shall go,
but where do we go?
|
evil
|
9238
|
YehudaAmichai
|
TemporaryPoemOfMyTime
|
poem
|
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west,
Latin writing, from west to east.
Languages are like cats:
You must not stroke their hair the wrong way.
The clouds come from the sea, the hot wind from the desert,
The trees bend in the wind,
And stones fly from all four winds,
Into all four winds. They throw stones,
Throw this land, one at the other,
But the land always falls back to the land.
They throw the land, want to get rid of it.
Its stones, its soil, but you can't get rid of it.
They throw stones, throw stones at me
In 1936, 1938, 1948, 1988,
Semites throw at Semites and anti-Semites at anti-Semites,
Evil men throw and just men throw,
Sinners throw and tempters throw,
Geologists throw and theologists throw,
Archaelogists throw and archhooligans throw,
Kidneys throw stones and gall bladders throw,
Head stones and forehead stones and the heart of a stone,
Stones shaped like a screaming mouth
And stones fitting your eyes
Like a pair of glasses,
The past throws stones at the future,
And all of them fall on the present.
Weeping stones and laughing gravel stones,
Even God in the Bible threw stones,
Even the Urim and Tumim were thrown
And got stuck in the beastplate of justice,
And Herod threw stones and what came out was a Temple.
Oh, the poem of stone sadness
Oh, the poem thrown on the stones
Oh, the poem of thrown stones.
Is there in this land
A stone that was never thrown
And never built and never overturned
And never uncovered and never discovered
And never screamed from a wall and never discarded by the builders
And never closed on top of a grave and never lay under lovers
And never turned into a cornerstone?
Please do not throw any more stones,
You are moving the land,
The holy, whole, open land,
You are moving it to the sea
And the sea doesn't want it
The sea says, not in me.
Please throw little stones,
Throw snail fossils, throw gravel,
Justice or injustice from the quarries of Migdal Tsedek,
Throw soft stones, throw sweet clods,
Throw limestone, throw clay,
Throw sand of the seashore,
Throw dust of the desert, throw rust,
Throw soil, throw wind,
Throw air, throw nothing
Until your hands are weary
And the war is weary
And even peace will be weary and will be.
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav
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poem
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10346
|
ThomasChatterton
|
TheRomanceOfTheKnight
|
romance
|
The pleasing sweets of spring and summer past,
The falling leaf flies in the sultry blast,
The fields resign their spangling orbs of gold,
The wrinkled grass its silver joys unfold,
Mantling the spreading moor in heavenly white,
Meeting from every hill the ravished sight.
The yellow flag uprears its spotted head,
Hanging regardant o'er its watery bed;
The worthy knight ascends his foaming steed,
Of size uncommon, and no common breed.
His sword of giant make hangs from his belt,
Whose piercing edge his daring foes had felt.
To seek for glory and renown he goes
To scatter death among his trembling foes;
Unnerved by fear, they trembled at his stroke;
So cutting blasts shake the tall mountain oak.
Down in a dark and solitary vale,
Where the curst screech-owl sings her fatal tale,
Where copse and brambles interwoven lie,
Where trees intwining arch the azure sky,
Thither the fate-marked champion bent his way,
By purling streams to lose the heat of day;
A sudden cry assaults his listening ear,
His soul's too noble to admit of fear.-
The cry re-echoes; with his bounding steed
He gropes the way from whence the cries proceed.
The arching trees above obscured the light,
Here 'twas all evening, there eternal night.
And now the rustling leaves and strengthened cry
Bespeaks the cause of the confusion nigh;
Through the thick brake th'astonished champion sees
A weeping damsel bending on her knees:
A ruffian knight would force her to the ground,
But still some small resisting strength she found.
(Women and cats, if you compulsion use,
The pleasure which they die for will refuse.)
The champion thus: 'Desist, discourteous knight,
Why dost thou shamefully misuse thy might?'
With eye contemptuous thus the knight replies,
'Begone! whoever dares my fury dies!'
Down to the ground the champion's gauntlet flew,
'I dare thy fury, and I'll prove it too.'
Like two fierce mountain-boars enraged they fly,
The prancing steeds make Echo rend the sky,
Like a fierce tempest is the bloody fight,
Dead from his lofty steed falls the proud ruffian knight.
The victor, sadly pleased, accosts the dame,
'I will convey you hence to whence you came.'
With look of gratitude the fair replied-
'Content; I in your virtue may confide.
But,' said the fair, as mournful she surveyed
The breathless corse upon the meadow laid,
'May all thy sins from heaven forgiveness find!
May not thy body's crimes affect thy mind!'
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romance
|
6505
|
MOHAMMADSKATI
|
January1st2015
|
january
|
When 2014 accelerates its final days, then A new 2015 will be on our doors... All of us know what has happened in That 2014's days and nights clearly... Everyone saw those passing days like those Passing clouds that came over one's head... 2014 is still here with almost three days left For it to expire and to go without any chance To return with all of its happiness and its unhappiness... A year passes slowly and quickly to all of us, but We have witnessed a lot of happy and unhappy incidents in it... What we need only from the new year is a new hope That brings us all that we all love and all that we all wish... We want from that passing year -2014- to leave our stage Smoothly allowing that new year -2015- to be welcomed by us... We hope that this new and coming year to bring us All that we have missed anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... We are now buying a new year and we are selling A passing year that will be only history to what happened... A good-bye to 2014 and a happy welcome to that new year 2015 Hoping all people on earth a new, a brilliant, and a wonderful year... _________________________________________________ _____________________A happy new year to Raneem and to all her friends. _________________________________________________ _____________________
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january
|
4823
|
HasmukhAmathalal
|
LoveIsGodAndGodIsLove
|
god
|
Love is God and God is love
"Love is God and God is love" all may say
I found no name that actually professed these words to lay
I bow my head to preachers who really follow the spirit
And guide the masses to bow their head and touch the feet
It has become customary and now a show business
Visit temple, mosque or church in order to confess
It is good on the part of human being to obey
And learn the teachings by heart and pray
Many may be seriously praying for universal happiness
So many may be secretly donating for the serious cases
Yet the genuine concern occupies the religion centers
As they have to rush to the needy poor to cater
All said and not done in true essence
We swear by God but speak lies in his presence
We only object blasphemy but in real life act contrary
General awareness with staunch followers is necessary
I weep with tears when see the Christ on cross
What a feeling in mind with complete remorse
Why did we commit cruelty when He was our messiah?
I feel great when hear churches bell ring or hear the name of Allah
I may be illiterate in literally terms
It will be of no use to look at holy book to turn
The writing may cut little in my mind
Yet I know it is great message from him to find
What has he not done for mankind as whole?
Tolerated all cruelties and found body with holes
"Give them some sense not to repeat ills"
I shall not deviate from my path even if they kill
Such a saint or God is not among us
But his spirit prevails in form of trust
We believe each and every word
Cry with open mind and far of no sword
"He may guide us to nobility"
Make us capable and worthy
O supreme god and almighty
You are our savior, messiah or deity
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god
|
14249
|
HenryDavidThoreau
|
EpitaphOnTheWorld
|
world
|
Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since was past,
Its silver manhood went as fast,
An iron age drew on at last;
'Tis vain its character to tell,
The several fates which it befell,
What year it died, when 'twill arise,
We only know that here it lies.
|
world
|
8722
|
sjgoldner
|
SheWoreWatercolorsIntoTheOcean
|
ocean
|
Enticing the freedom of the creviced earth
a young woman was fleeing the very
confines of her creature,
when she fell into the orphic mist of a fjord
that led to a blue, blue, ocean.
The seaweed agar, once dried in the sun,
provided her vitamins while the lox
from a tiny spring fed her minerals.
And within the narrow inlet of rock
she kept company with dozens of protected moas
whose feathers mimicked the nacreous of the beautiful shells.
Pierced by sadness and paralyzed in sudden oblivion,
she began to sharpen her wits & sort out contradiction.
Quoining a bed with a type of tinder wedge,
she embarked on the belief: there was life after death.
|
ocean
|
4062
|
AnonymousAmericas
|
TheFootballMatch
|
football
|
I.
O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs.
The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting,
throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews.
The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant.
The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it;
The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes;
The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity.
(Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!)
The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded:
That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.
II.
Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other --
The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they?
These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto,
Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado;
Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot;
I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys,
Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent;
Lord! how they can kick, though! Another man slugged there!
III.
Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls, I salute you;
Howl away, you non-playing encouragers of the kickers!
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, M'Gill!
Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Toronto! Lusty-throated give it!
O, wild, tumultuous, multitudinous shindy. Well, this is the boss;
This is worth coming twenty miles to see. Personally, I haven't had so much fun
since I was vaccinated.
I wonder if the Doctor spectates it. Here is something beyond his plesiosauri.
Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscle:
I wish John Sullivan were here.
IV.
O, the kicking, stamping, punching, the gore and the glory of battle!
Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. Will you kick!
You kickers, scoop up the mud, steam plough the field,
Fall all over yourselves, squirm out! Look at that pile-driver of a full-back there!
Run, leg it, hang on to the ball; say, you big chump, don't you kill that little chap
When you are about it.
Well, I'd like to know what a touch down is, then? Draw?
Where's your draw?
Yer lie!
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football
|
1629
|
MarissaLiebowitz
|
Chicago
|
chicago
|
There is a place not far from here
A place that I must go
A place to escape all my troubles
The city of Chicago
The place I am right now
Is quite simply a living hell
But I never went to Chicago
So i guess it may be as well
But from What I've heard
It's a very exciting spot
And the place I am right now
Most definitely is not
I need to leave this aria
And I have to make it there
To create a brand new life for myself
And find a person who will care
Yes, I must go to Chicago
To get away from all my deceptions
For I have lead good people to believe
My many misconceptions
|
chicago
|
2308
|
ThadWilk
|
CrazyForYou
|
crazy
|
Am I crazy, for feeling the way
that I do?
For every waking moment my
thoughts are all of you.
If I lost the bliss of your sweet
kiss, I know not what i'd do.
I would pine away in just one day.
This I know is true.
~
Am I crazy, when this is the way
I feel?
Should I pinch myself to find out
if this feeling is really real? The
beauty of your love has my head
all in a spin. As my heart beats
mellifluously and deep for you
within.
~
Am I crazy, for craving your love
that's so divine?
For needing to hold you closely
in these loving arms of mine.
Darling if i'm crazy for loving you
the way that I do. If I am my love
please keep it, our little secret.
Just between me and you....
********************************** ******
~TJW~
|
crazy
|
3684
|
FrankieStones
|
AFear
|
fear
|
I didn't know what to do,
I was trapped,
A prisoner,
A slave,
I had nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide,
Nowhere to go,
And nowhere to cry,
I'm all alone in this world
I have no shoulder to cry on,
No person to love,
Nothing to look forward to,
Yet I go on,
I live my life
In fear of everything,
I fear I will never find love,
I will never feel the warmness inside,
That I long to feel,
The warm touch of someone close,
That I wish to feel,
I will never find,
That I will always love,
The soul mate,
I'm always thinking of.
What is there left in this world for me?
Nothing or is it just worth waiting,
Just to see,
What might happen?
And will I ever become free.
|
fear
|
8221
|
EmilyDickinson
|
NatureTheGentlestMotherIs
|
mother
|
Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill
By traveller be heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation
A summer afternoon,
Her household her assembly;
And when the sun go down,
Her voice among the aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep,
She turns as long away
As will suffice tolight her lamps,
Then bending from the sky
With infinite affection
An infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
|
mother
|
1743
|
PaliGirlS
|
Childhood
|
childhood
|
Childhood...
Childhood...
Childhood...
C hildhood...
everyone will always remember there
past times..
we share them with our
friends and family
I sometimes wish
im still in my childhood year
it was so much fun,
playing with my cousins
going to fun places.
Childhood...
Ederley people share it with
the grandkids
I miss my childhood year: (
although i'll never forget it
it'll always be in my heart were
it would never go away.
|
childhood
|
725
|
StephenCFoster
|
BeautifulDreamerSerenade
|
beautiful
|
1 Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
2 Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
3 Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
4 Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!
5 Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
6 List while I woo thee with soft melody;
7 Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, --
8 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
9 Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!
10 Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
11 Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
12 Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
13 Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
14 Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
15 E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
16 Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, --
17 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
18 Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
|
beautiful
|
12391
|
JohnClare
|
SummerEvening
|
summer
|
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
Till past, and then the cricket sings more strong,
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear
The short night weary with their fretting song.
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,
Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank
The yellowhammer flutters in short fears
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,
And drops again when no more noise it hears.
Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,
Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
|
summer
|
8440
|
ClarenceMichaelJamesStanislausDennis
|
TheMusicOfYourVoice
|
music
|
A vase upon the mantelpiece,
A ship upon the sea,
A goat upon a mountain-top
Are much the same to me;
But when you mention melon jam,
Or picnics by the creek,
Or apple pies, or pantomimes,
I love to hear you speak.
The date of Magna Charta or
The doings of the Dutch,
Or capes, or towns, or verbs, or nouns
Do not excite me much;
But when you mention motor rides -
Down by the sea for choice
Or chasing games, or chocolates,
I love to hear your voice.
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music
|
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English Poetry Topic Clustering Benchmark
Dataset Description
English poetry topic clustering benchmark for evaluating embedding models' performance on unsupervised poetry topic clustering tasks. Each record contains a poem and its topic clustering label.
This dataset is derived from AJMC2002/poems and split into train/validation/test sets with a 6:2:2 ratio while maintaining topic distribution.
Dataset Statistics
| Metric | Value |
|---|---|
| Total Poems | 14,334 poems |
| Train Set | 8,574 poems |
| Validation Set | 2,825 poems |
| Test Set | 2,935 poems |
| Total File Size | 9.7 MB |
Data Fields
id: Unique poem identifierauthor: Poem authortitle: Poem titletext: Poem body/contenttopic: Original topic labeltopic_code: Topic clustering label (used for clustering evaluation)
Dataset Splits
The dataset is split into three sets:
- train: Training set (60% of data)
- val: Validation set (20% of data)
- test: Test set (20% of data)
The split maintains topic distribution across all sets.
Usage
from datasets import load_dataset
dataset = load_dataset("PoetryMTEB/EnglishPoetryTopicClustering")
# Access different splits
train_data = dataset['train']
val_data = dataset['val']
test_data = dataset['test']
Citation
If you use this dataset, please cite the original source:
- Original dataset: AJMC2002/poems
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Size of downloaded dataset files:
10.2 MB
Size of the auto-converted Parquet files:
10.2 MB
Number of rows:
14,334