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A Pilgrim's Way by Rudyard Kipling

A Pilgrim's Way by Rudyard Kipling

A Pilgrim's Way

I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright
(Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right),
And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred
(Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head).
And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears,
Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears.
And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff;
Since I myself have done no less and---sometimes pulled it off.
Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

And when they work me random wrong, as oftentimes hath been,
I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean).
And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise.
No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.
But, as we give and as we take---whate'er our takings be---
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare
There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare
Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have
Show nothing irredeemable on either side of the grave.
For as we live and as we die---if utter Death there be---
The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!

Deliver me from every pride---the Middle, High, and Low---
That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show.
And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen
That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. Amen!
That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company,
That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree,
To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly
(Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbor be)
This single faith in Life and Death and to Eternity:
``The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!''

by Rudyard Kipling
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An Acre Of Grass

An Acre Of Grass

An Acre Of Grass


PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the mind
Consuming its rag and bonc,
Can make the truth known.

Grant me an old man's frenzy,
Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call;

A mind Michael Angelo knew
That can pierce the clouds,
Or inspired by frenzy
Shake the dead in their shrouds;
Forgotten else by mankind,
An old man's eagle mind.

by William Butler Yeats

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I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake

I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake

I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day

I rose up at the dawn of day--
`Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!
This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'

Said I: This, sure, is very odd;
I took it to be the Throne of God.
For everything besides I have:
It is only for riches that I can crave.

I have mental joy, and mental healthhttp://poemhunter.com/poem/i-rose-up-at-the-dawn-of-day/#,
And mental friends, and mental wealth;
I've a wife I love, and that loves me;
I've all but riches bodily.

I am in God's presence night and day,
And He never turns His face away;
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And he holds my money-bag in his hand.

For my worldly things God makes him pay,
And he'd pay for more if to him I would pray;
And so you may do the worst you can do;
Be assur'd, Mr. Devil, I won't pray to you.

Then if for riches I must not pray,
God knows, I little of prayers need say;
So, as a church is known by its steeple,
If I pray it must be for other people.

He says, if I do not worship him for a God,
I shall eat coarser colorhttp://poemhunter.com/poem/i-rose-up-at-the-dawn-of-day/#, and go worse shod;
So, as I don't value such things as these,
You must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please.

by William Blake ​

 

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O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,
And almost thence my nature is subdued
To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pity me then, and wish I were renewed,
Whilst like a willing patient I will drink
Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection;
No bitterness that I will bitter think,
Nor double penance to correct correction.
Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.

by William Shakespeare ​

 

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A Charm invests a face by Emily Dickinson

A Charm invests a face by Emily Dickinson

A Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld—
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled—

But peers beyond her mesh—
And wishes—and denies—
Lest Interview—annul a want
That Image—satisfies—

by Emily Dickinson ​

 

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A Code of Morals by Rudyard Kipling

A Code of Morals by Rudyard Kipling

A Code of Morals

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.

And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked , per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise --
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her busband's homilies.

He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as 'gainst the blandishments paternal of the old;
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs)
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs.

'Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, who tittupped on the way,
When they beheld a heliograph tempestuously at play.
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and burnt --
So stopped to take the message down -- and this is whay they learnt --

"Dash dot dot, dot, dot dash, dot dash dot" twice. The General swore.
"Was ever General Officer addressed as 'dear' before?
"'My Love,' i' faith! 'My Duck,' Gadzooks! 'My darling popsy-wop!'
"Spirit of great Lord Wolseley, who is on that mountaintop?"

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute; the gilded Staff were still,
As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message from the hill;
For clear as summer lightning-flare, the husband's warning ran: --
"Don't dance or ride with General Bangs -- a most immoral man."

[At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise --
But, howsoever Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.]
With damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife
Some interesting details of the General's private life.

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the shining Staff were still,
And red and ever redder grew the General's shaven gill.
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not): --
"I think we've tapped a private line. Hi! Threes about there! Trot!"

All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones thereafter know
By word or act official who read off that helio.
But the tale is on the Frontier, and from Michni to Mooltan
They know the worthy General as "that most immoral man."

by Rudyard Kipling
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Silvia by William Shakespeare

Silvia by William Shakespeare

Silvia

WHO is Silvia? What is she?
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness;
And, being help'd, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

by William Shakespeare
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Ah Sunflower by William Blake

Ah Sunflower by William Blake

Ah Sunflower

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

by William Blake
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[Modernist]

More light! more light! By Anthony Hecht

More light! more light! By Anthony Hecht

More Light! More Light!​

Composed in the Tower before his execution
These moving verses, and being brought at that time
Painfully to the stake, submitted, declaring thus:
"I implore my God to witness that I have made no crime."​

Nor was he forsaken of courage, but the death was horrible,
The sack of gunpowder failing to ignite.
His legs were blistered sticks on which the black sap
Bubbled and burst as he howled for the Kindly Light.​

And that was but one, and by no means one of he worst;
Permitted at least his pitiful dignity;
And such as were by made prayers in the name of Christ,
That shall judge all men, for his soul's tranquility.​

We move now to outside a German wood.
Three men are there commanded to dig a hole
In which the two Jews are ordered to lie down
And be buried alive by the third, who is a Pole.​

Not light from the shrine at Weimar beyond the hill
Nor light from heaven appeared. But he did refuse.
A Luger settled back deeply in its glove.
He was ordered to change places with the Jews.​

Much casual death had drained away their souls.
The thick dirt mounted toward the quivering chin.
When only the head was exposed the order came
To dig him out again and to get back in.​

No light, no light in the blue Polish eye.
When he finished a riding boot packed down the earth.
The Luger hovered lightly in its glove.
He was shot in the belly and in three hours bled to death.​

No prayers or incense rose up in those hours
Which grew to be years, and every day came mute
Ghosts from the ovens, sifting through crisp air,
And settled upon his eyes in a black soot. ​

Anthony Hecht ​

 

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Somebody Similar by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

Somebody Similar by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

Somebody Similar

Whatever I say about my sloppy cleaner
will sound very familiar
to all those who’ve had to suffer
somebody similar

Before she arrives
I have to tidy up the place
just in case she misplaces any of my personal effects
Then again, I have to clear up, after her
because, although I leave explicit instructions
she doesn’t seem to follow many of them

She skives off with her dosh
before I return from work

True, she hoovers
And, throws out the rubbish
But, my grouse is that
all she does is scratch the surface

She doesn’t notice the cobwebs
I have to clear them away myself
She doesn’t keep nooks and crannies clear
unless they’re specifically pointed out to her
The dust lies unruffled on my picture frames
and, there the dust will remain
until the next time she shows her face

But, that doesn’t mean she’s going to do
what she’s employed to
She’d much rather tune my radio to her liking
than concentrate on anything so menial as dusting

So, you may well ask
why I put up with my cleaner

I don’t exactly know
except that very possibly
she lightens my load
partially

If not completely!


by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

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Gentleman Alone by Pablo Neruda

Gentleman Alone by Pablo Neruda

Gentleman Alone

The young maricones and the horny muchachas,
The big fat widows delirious from insomnia,
The young wives thirty hours' pregnant,
And the hoarse tomcats that cross my garden at night,
Like a collar of palpitating ***ual oysters
Surround my solitary home,
Enemies of my soul,
Conspirators in pajamas
Who exchange deep kisses for passwords.
Radiant summer brings out the lovers
In melancholy regiments,
Fat and thin and happy and sad couples;
Under the elegant coconut palms, near the ocean and moon,
There is a continual life of pants and panties,
A hum from the fondling of silk stockings,
And women's breasts that glisten like eyes.
The salary man, after a while,
After the week's tedium, and the novels read in bed at night,
Has decisively ****ed his neighbor,
And now takes her to the miserable movies,
Where the heroes are horses or passionate princes,
And he caresses her legs covered with sweet down
With his ardent and sweaty palms that smell like cigarettes.
The night of the hunter and the night of the husband
Come together like bed sheets and bury me,
And the hours after lunch, when the students and priests are masturbating,
And the animals mount each other openly,
And the bees smell of blood, and the flies buzz cholerically,
And cousins play strange games with cousins,
And doctors glower at the husband of the young patient,
And the early morning in which the professor, without a thought,
Pays his conjugal debt and eats breakfast,
And to top it all off, the adulterers, who love each other truly
On beds big and tall as ships:
So, eternally,
This twisted and breathing forest crushes me
With gigantic flowers like mouth and teeth
And black roots like fingernails and shoes.



by Pablo Neruda
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Another Day by Charles Bukowski

Another Day by Charles Bukowski

Another Day

having the low down blues and going
into a restraunt to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindess and symphaty.
live with her 3 months and a man would no real agony.
o.k., you'll tip her 15 percent.
you order a turkey sandwich and a
beer.
the man at the table across from you
has watery eyes and
a head like an elephant.
at a table further down are 3 men
with very tiny heads
and long necks
like ostiches.
they talk loudly of land development.
why, you think, did I ever come
in here when I have the low-down
blues?
then the the waitress comes back eith the sandwich
and she asks you if there will be anything
else?
snd you tell her, no no, this will be
fine.
then somebody behind you laughs.
it's a cork laugh filled with sand and
broken glass

you begin eating the sandwhich.

it's something.
it's a minor, difficult,
sensible action
like composing a popular song
to make a 14-year old
weep.
you order another beer.
jesus,look at that guy
his hands hang down almost to his knees and he's
whistling.
well, time to get out.
pivk up the bill.
tip.
go to the register.
pay.
pick up a toothpick.
go out the door.
your car is still there.
and there are 3 men with heads
and necks
like ostriches all getting into one
car.
they each have a toothpick and now
they are talking about women.
they drive away first
they drive away fast.
they're best i guess.
it's an unberably hot day.
there's a first-stage smog alert.
all the birds and plants are dead
or dying.

you start the engine.



by Charles Bukowski​

 

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In the Greenest of our Valleys by Edgar Allan Poe

In the Greenest of our Valleys by Edgar Allan Poe

In the Greenest of our Valleys

I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace --
Radiant palace --reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion --
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.

II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This --all this --was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odour went away.

III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

V.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

VI.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh --but smile no more.

by Edgar Allan Poe
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A shady friend for torrid days by Emily Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days by Emily Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days

A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.

The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise!
So notelessly are made!

by Emily Dickinson
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Your love and pity doth th' impression fill by William Shakespeare

Your love and pity doth th' impression fill by William Shakespeare

Your love and pity doth th' impression fill

Your love and pity doth th' impression fill
Which vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'ergreen my bad, my good allow?
You are my all the world, and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue;
None else to me, nor I to none alive,
That my steeled sense or changes, right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stoppèd are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense.
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides, methinks, are dead.

by William Shakespeare ​

 

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Blossom, The... by William Blake

Blossom, The... by William Blake

.Blossom, The..

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.

by William Blake
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Human Dignity by William Butler Yeats

Human Dignity by William Butler Yeats

Human Dignity

Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.

So like a bit of stone I lie
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart's agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity.

by William Butler Yeats
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I'm so tired... by Toru Uemura

I'm so tired... by Toru Uemura

I'm so tired...

I'm so tired and tired
for I've shut my heart for long...

No one but you admired
admidst rushing-streaming throng

Why shan't I love youhttp://poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-so-tired-3/# any more?
This has made me hugely ill.

As a wind blows hard I roar
from deep inside against my will...

by Toru Uemura
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With All of My Heart!! by Prof. Ayaz Momin

With All of My Heart!! by Prof. Ayaz Momin

With All of My Heart!!

I want to be with you forever,
I won't ever do you wrong,
If only I could explain it to you,
I'd write you a love songhttp://poemhunter.com/poem/with-all-of-my-heart-2/#.

You're the dream I see,
Every night when I'm asleep,
You're the best thing ever,
You're the girl I want to keep.

You're like the oxygen in the air,
You keep me breathing each day,
Every time you say I love you,
It takes my breath away.

I'm happy when I wake up,
I'm happy when I go to bed,
I'm happy knowing I have you,
I've been happy since the day we met.

You're the strength in my heart,
The pieces, the parts, love not hard,
It's keeping me moving, instead of fallin' apart,
The love I've been lookin' for, from the very start,
It’s you, the one who deserves my heart.

I want to show you,
If there is a way I can,
I will to all I can do,
To show you exactly where I stand.

I believe we can make it through anything,
We can be together this whole life long,
We can make it through all the bad times,
Because the feelings we have are very strong.

I want to hold you in my arms,
For more than ever and a day,
I want to explain to you how much I love you,
If! I knew I wouldn't run out of words to say.

This is the future I want,
Holding you high up in the air,
Knowing you are all mine,
Showing you I'm always there,

Being myself all the time,
Running my fingers through your hair,
I want to be with you forever,
I hope you can see that I really care.
I'm here for you,
Please see that it's true,
You are my whole life,
My whole heart and I love you.

This is to you My Sweet Heart,
I can't see us ever falling apart,
I want to be with you always,
I Love You With All of My Heart! !


by Prof. Ayaz Momin


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A Rainbow of feelings in a day by Abby Wall

A Rainbow of feelings in a day by Abby Wall

A Rainbow of feelings in a day

Red is the sunrise,
As bright as my pain...
This is the anger,
Strong before rain.

Orange is morning,
The warmth in my soul,
A fire in darkness,
A burning out coal.

Yellow is midday,
Bright as my smile,
The colour of laughter,
Lingers awhile.

Green is the freshness,
Of trees in the sun,
The sweet, happy feeling,
The joy and the fun.

Blue is the great storm,
That brews through the day,
Rain bursting at evening,
Sky turning grey.

Purple is twilight,
As day turns to night,
As anger turns peaceful,
When all becomes right.

by Abby Wall
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Holly by BRUCE MARTONE

Holly by BRUCE MARTONE

Holly

there a lady i know who looks so good
with her inside outside beauty
and her colorful colors
to let the world know
that a smile is all it's takes
to end the patient shakes
and with her caring and sharing
of every move she makes
so the patients knows
what she doing
before she has to go
and in return they say thank you
she answer back
it was all for you
and i hope you feel better
and in return they write
a thankyou letter
now on her badge
her name is holly
who is and er tech
and keeps everything in check
and when she needed
for what ever comes on in
she know what to do
and where to begin
the nurses love it
so does the doctors
how can you not
when holly does a lot
and we thank her for it

by BRUCE MARTONE
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A BEACON OF LOVE! by Ramesh T A

A BEACON OF LOVE! by Ramesh T A

A BEACON OF LOVE!

Lonely as a cloud I was walking on the beach;
Pain of love lost I was trying to forget in Nature.

Reclined I on a sand meadow musing over Moon.
Moon light beam was falling on the dancing waves
As light house beacon from the horizon to the shore
Enlightening and guiding the sea faring boats there!

A 150 year old defunct light house is still standing
As a memorial to the tourists coming to the beach!
The past love too as the light house beacon remains
In the mind forever to revive the glory of past times!

Love bloomed as green plant but remains as blue Sky;
But the past memory of love ever gives joy in dreams!
Everyone’s life has a meaning for all to learn afterwards;
But memory of love lives in the world till the end of time!

by Ramesh T A
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love at a glance by Ritty Patnaik

love at a glance by Ritty Patnaik

Love at a Glance

love,
at a glance
happened one day.
he bumped into my life
for a moment to stay.

in a quick glance,
the eyes were locked,
as sparks flew,
both surprised and shocked.

a unusual situation,
for strangers just met
the heart said yes,
the mind no,
till he said'i am sorry'
you are not her,
the one i love,
i am still looking for!

so, dont fall in love,
in haste,
and repent in leisure.!

by Ritty Patnaik ​

 

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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power by William Shakespeare

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power by William Shakespeare

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May Time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep her treasure.
Her audit, though delayed, answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.

by William Shakespeare


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[monrose]

Spring by William Blake​

Sound the Flute!
Now it's mute.
Birds delight
Day and Night
Nightingale
In the dale
Lark in Sky
Merrily
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Boy
Full of joy,
Little Girl
Sweet and small,
Cock does crow
So do you.
Merry voice
Infant noise
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

Little Lamb
Here I am.
Come and lick
My white neck.
Let me pull
Your soft Wool.
Let me kiss
Your soft face
Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year​

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O, that you were your self! But, love, you are by William Shakespeare

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are by William Shakespeare

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are

O, that you were your self! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know,
You had a father; let your son say so.

by William Shakespeare ​

 

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Haunting Memories by Samra Mahmood

Haunting Memories by Samra Mahmood

Haunting Memories

In the middle of a dilemma
I want to forget
The ruthless
The merciless end
That these memories are taking me to
The images flash back to my mind
Images of the time
When there was nothing left to screw
And someone blew
All the good things from my life
And now
“there is no reason left to hide”


by Samra Mahmood

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World of Thoughts by Rema Santosh

World of Thoughts by Rema Santosh

World of Thoughts

The words never spoken made it,
the buds yet to bloom, colored it,
The mind played the music,
with tune s never heard before.
The breeze held the fragrance,
never ever smelt before.
Reality just kept away,
and with no thorns, you found a new way,
none to find you were wrong,
never to feel, you were all alone.
Not a day with its dark night longer,
or a shadow that to haunt you later,
The moon so round in its halo,
and the castle of clouds colored with rainbow,
all those faces fresh in smiles,
and no tears of hopelessness,
Here it is my world of thoughts,
and for this, with no one I have fought.

by Rema Santosh

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Am I Human by Narender Singh Bansal

Am I Human by Narender Singh Bansal

Am I Human

When I see someone in need
I want to help but I never do it
When I see someone hungry
I want to feed but I never do it
When I see someone houseless
I want to give shelter but I never do it
When I see something wrong
I want to correct it but I never do it
When I see war
I want to bring peace but i never do it
When i see poverty
I want to share but i never do it
When i see a boundary
I want to remove it but i never do it
When I err
I want to correct it but i never do it
I feel so much
I want to do so much
But i never do it
Am I human or I feel it.

by Narender Singh Bansal
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Fake by Alyson Embret

Fake by Alyson Embret

Fake

When she's alone she sits in a deep depression.
With her friends she seems so happy, but
it's just a front. She is Fying slowly on the inside.
No one saw it coming, until it was too late.
Now she's gone and she no longer needs to fake her happiness.

by Alyson Embret
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