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Me Mentor – Sounds Good by Herbert Nehrlich

Me Mentor – Sounds Good by Herbert Nehrlich

How well I know I wanted us to grow! I figured if you used the toolswe both could never look like fools, you balked and squinted then my waybut in the end it was okay.We wandered ...

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Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

And should the twilight darken into night, And sorrow grow to anguish, be thou strong; Thou art in God, and nothing can go wrong Which a fresh life-pulse cannot set aright. ...

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Slicing Emotions by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slicing Emotions by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solitary silence enveloping my static subconscious, holding me captive until words of wisdom come spilling out onto interior screens, displaying what I'm thinking and producing in ...

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Sphere Of Unconditional Love by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sphere Of Unconditional Love by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midnight skies coming alive in this vibrant mind, taking me away into an atmosphere of supposed love, having a desire of intense caring, loving the feelings it brings into ...

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Feeling Excitement by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Feeling Excitement by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling deeply into a contemplation, shutting out the worldaround me, feeling excitement as poetry starts flowing froman interior waterfall.Exact moment when music starts playing, ...

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Weighing In by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Weighing In by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Peeking through mini blinds, looking through the slits, seeingbits and pieces of nature from outside the window, weighing in on nature and humanity.Seeing differences and some ...

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Sending Emotions Rising by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sending Emotions Rising by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reading photographic screens, writing what I see in manydifferent ways, adding how I feel because of their mean-ings in sentences, forming poems along the way. Sending emotions ...

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Interior Jungles by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Interior Jungles by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dreaming everlastingly into daylight, taking libertiesas often as wanted.Nothing to stop them, being at home within, a sensuouspeace rising, leaving this being on a pathway of ...

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Tomorrow’s Slopes by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tomorrow’s Slopes by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Exchanging the tones of music for expressions in poems, tasting the flavors of extreme tangs in another dimensionfar from home.Slipping and sliding down the slopes of tomorrow, ...

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Eternal Loneliness by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Eternal Loneliness by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There is an eternal loneliness inside, gnawing it's way, finding and filling every empty place and hiding.Melancholic music surrounds a mind, taunting, teasing, spelling out ...

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Natural Distinction by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Natural Distinction by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking through life's doors, enjoying natural rhythmsand escalating happiness, lazily knocking at my mind.Reaching forward, grasping knowledge and setting itbetween pages of ...

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Poetical Friends For Life by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poetical Friends For Life by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Resigning myself to every day routines, can hardlywait though, to get back home and enter poetry intomy computer again.Living to show the world just who I am, sharing myself in a ...

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Sign Watching by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sign Watching by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moving closer to eternity, beginning to smell scentsand aromas of heaven's gardens.Watching for signs, changinglanes, forming beautiful fullthoughts. Allowing them to bloom ...

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John Masefield by Francis Duggan

John Masefield by Francis Duggan

He was a former Poet Laureate born with the gift of rhymeAnd his books were all best sellers to his work he gave his timeHe wrote long poems, he wrote short poems, he wrote verse ...

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Sliabh Luachra’s Narrow Roads by Francis Duggan

Sliabh Luachra’s Narrow Roads by Francis Duggan

The narrow mountain road to Cladoch ValleyThat winds it's way around the bracken hillI still have little mental pictures of itAnd I hear the rippling of the mountain rill.The road ...

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There’s One Greater Than You by Francis Duggan

There’s One Greater Than You by Francis Duggan

Out of the genius in your soul the artist in you grewAnd others say how great you are whilst others whisper whoPainted the wood in Autumn gold under sky so real and blueBut you'll ...

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James Clarence Mangan by Francis Duggan

James Clarence Mangan by Francis Duggan

That he was his country's greatest poet so many would agreeAnd he lived during the famine years and he knew great povertyAnd he died in eighteen forty nine just forty six years ...

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When Callanan Wrote Gougane Barra by Francis Duggan

When Callanan Wrote Gougane Barra by Francis Duggan

When Callanan wrote Gougane Barra he penned the impeccable rhymeA poem that has survived for centuries and has outlived the Seasons of timeThough he died at a young age in ...

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Since The War Supposed To End All Wars by Francis Duggan

Since The War Supposed To End All Wars by Francis Duggan

Since the war supposed to end all wars ninety six years have goneBut the specter of war in the World does live onAnd war gives rise to death and destruction and leaves many with ...

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Macaulay’s Heroes by Francis Duggan

Macaulay’s Heroes by Francis Duggan

Macaulay who wrote The Lays Of Ancient RomeFor his heroes did go a long way from homeFor Horatius Cocles his hero huge odds not afraid to faceWas a legendary warrior of Roman ...

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Were I Born A Poet by Francis Duggan

Were I Born A Poet by Francis Duggan

Were i born a poet i would write poems aboutA soft breeze at morning blowing with a freshening mouthAnd the pleasant flute like warbling in the magpie's songA voice from once ...

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The Legend Of Henry Lawson by Francis Duggan

The Legend Of Henry Lawson by Francis Duggan

In his poems, songs and stories he is living todayThe legend of Henry Lawson will never fade awayWith words he was one who did love to playAnd he did live his writings of him one ...

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Known As A Peasant Poet by Francis Duggan

Known As A Peasant Poet by Francis Duggan

The greatest Nature poet of the English language to many was John ClareHis poems on birds and animals with the best can compareIn Helpston his home Village he grew to love Nature ...

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Jack Sorensen by Francis Duggan

Jack Sorensen by Francis Duggan

Jack Sorensen who was born in Kalgoorlie was a boxer, shearer, soldier and a poetAnd he was one who truly lived his verses and deserve to be one of great literary noteBut in his ...

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A Fable For Critics by James Russell Lowell

A Fable For Critics by James Russell Lowell

Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade, Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made, For the god being one day too warm in his wooing, She took to the tree to escape ...

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Being Around by Edward Kofi Louis

Being Around by Edward Kofi Louis

The soft road of love, Finding the ways of peace and joy; And, being backed up with the muse of the truth, In th eland of the living.Hot rod! Taken off; From the fire before it ...

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None Of Them by Edward Kofi Louis

None Of Them by Edward Kofi Louis

Through the hill country, Through the valley of love, Where, young women were drawing some water; But, the loaves of bread on your table means a lot to me.The home of the seer, ...

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Broken by Edward Kofi Louis

Broken by Edward Kofi Louis

The legs of the lion are broken and, The heart of the bard is broken as well; But, who is responsible to these acts? Marriage is a binding contract but, Adultery seems more ...

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Bayla by Edward Kofi Louis

Bayla by Edward Kofi Louis

The events have not well settled down, But i have seen the nakedness of your muse; And be very wise to criticize me on this muse, Because it is all about your love.You may ...

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Dropout by Edward Kofi Louis

Dropout by Edward Kofi Louis

Vision, vision, vision! Don't be a dropout when you have no vision; But use what you can to fight on till you become somebody.When you see people nicely dressed, You will think ...

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Rain Drops by Edward Kofi Louis

Rain Drops by Edward Kofi Louis

If the rain drops, It doesn't fall on one man's head; So, this poem is about to make you learn.If the rain drops were sticks of cigarettes, Many of us will smoke to death; If the ...

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O My Pa-Pa by Bob Hicok

O My Pa-Pa by Bob Hicok

Our fathers have formed a poetry workshop.They sit in a circle of disappointment over our fastballsand wives. We thought they didn't read our stuff,whole anthologies of poems that ...

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Longfellow by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Longfellow by Christopher Pearse Cranch

Across the sea the swift sad message dartsAnd beats with sudden pang against our hearts.Under the elm-trees in his homestead oldThe Laureate of our land lies dead and cold;Wept by ...

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Your Terrorist by Ali Alizadeh

Your Terrorist by Ali Alizadeh

You call me a barbarian.I call you master.You don't speak my language.My wordsnoise in your ears; my poemsmeaningless melodies.Your poemsmasterpieces of literature.Your ...

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I Am 25 by Gregory Corso

I Am 25 by Gregory Corso

With a love a madness for ShelleyChatterton Rimbaudand the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ear: I HATE OLD POETMEN!Especially old poetmen who retractwho ...

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Sword Blades And Poppy Seed by Amy Lowell

Sword Blades And Poppy Seed by Amy Lowell

A drifting, April, twilight sky,A wind which blew the puddles dry,And slapped the river into wavesThat ran and hid among the stavesOf an old wharf. A watery lightTouched bleak the ...

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Pickthorn Manor by Amy Lowell

Pickthorn Manor by Amy Lowell

IHow fresh the Dartle's little waves that day!A steely silver, underlined with blue,And flashing where the round clouds, blown away,Let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam ...

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On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H. by William Matthews

On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H. by William Matthews

So here the great man stood,fermenting malice and poemswe have to be nearly as fierceagainst ourselves as henot to misread by their disguises.Blue in dawn haze, the tamarackacross ...

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The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart by Jack Gilbert

The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart by Jack Gilbert

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the wordsget it all wrong. ...

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An Essay On Criticism by Alexander Pope

An Essay On Criticism by Alexander Pope

Part I INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true ...

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Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome by Andrew Marvell

Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome by Andrew Marvell

Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician,I for some branch of Melchizedeck took,(Though he derives himself from my Lord Brooke)I sought his ...

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Xii: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland by Ben Jonson

Xii: Epistle To Elizabeth Countesse Of Rutland by Ben Jonson

Madame,VVhil'st that, for which all vertue now is sold,And almost every vice, almightie gold,That which, to boote with hell, is thought worth heaven,And for it, life, conscience, ...

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The Origin Of Didactic Poetry by James Russell Lowell

The Origin Of Didactic Poetry by James Russell Lowell

When wise Minerva still was youngAnd just the least romantic,Soon after from Jove's head she flungThat preternatural antic,'Tis said to keep from idlenessOr flirting,—those twin ...

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Tonight At Noon (For Charles Mingus And The Clayton Squares) by Adrian Henri

Tonight At Noon (For Charles Mingus And The Clayton Squares) by Adrian Henri

Tonight at noon Supermarkets will advertise 3d EXTRA on everything Tonight at noon Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home Elephants will tell each other human ...

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Margrave by Robinson Jeffers

Margrave by Robinson Jeffers

On the small marble-paved platformOn the turret on the head of the tower,Watching the night deepen.I feel the rock-edge of the continentReel eastward with me below the broad ...

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In The Garret by Louisa May Alcott

In The Garret by Louisa May Alcott

Four little chests all in a row,Dim with dust, and worn by time,All fashioned and filled, long ago,By children now in their prime.Four little keys hung side by side,With faded ...

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A Country Nosegay by Alfred Austin

A Country Nosegay by Alfred Austin

Where have you been through the long sweet hoursThat follow the fragrant feet of June?By the dells and the dingles gathering flowers,Ere the dew of the dawn be sipped by noon.And ...

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Five Visions Of Captain Cook by Kenneth Slessor

Five Visions Of Captain Cook by Kenneth Slessor

ICOOK was a captain of the Admiralty When sea-captains had the evil eye, Or should have, what with beating krakens off And casting nativities of ships; Cook was a captain of the ...

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Underwater Notes by Keki Daruwalla

Underwater Notes by Keki Daruwalla

(On revisiting a dream) I am alone in the house. It is warm but I feel cold. The doors swing open across the years. For someone who has ...

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To One Who Comes Now And Then by Francis Ledwidge

To One Who Comes Now And Then by Francis Ledwidge

When you come in, it seems a brighter fireCrackles upon the hearth invitingly,The household routine which was wont to tire ,Grows full of novelty.You sit upon our home-upholstered ...

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