Tag: poems
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The Flower: A Poem
The Flower She unfolded her petals to the kind sun and gave her colours to the caressing light; and though she was the blessing of the field, with the expenditure of summer her only fortune was to bend down, stripped of livery, to the base dirt.
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A Poem (the love of God)
O fierce and captivating love of God, drive the wind like hope leaping through the riot of the temporal realms of mortal blood, go crash the oceans with strong bounding waves and energise where the waters are quiet; dance on grassy hills and sing in the caves, lend solid rock to the old crumbling mountains,…
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Temple of Despair part 2: A poem
The second part, which is as far as I got, of my poem, ‘the Temple of Despair.’ I am pursuing other poetry projects now and, honestly, I’m not too sure where this one was going. Awaking from a Merciful Slumber I awake from the drowsy depths of sleep, and what lady of wonder stands by…
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Experimenting with the Sonnet exercise
When Disasters do Report When I hear report of disasters struck, Of Hurricanes wreaking havoc o’erseas, Of forest fires causing great devastation, Of tsunamis laying waste to poor places; When I hear of earthquakes crippling far lands, And volcanoes over villages spilling, When I hear the news of such tragedies, And the tally of all…
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Seek Knowledge the Best Way: A Poem
I went to Knowledge I went to Knowledge and said, ‘teach, lest you remain beyond my reach.’ She bid I follow her a while, Then seeing shade, said with a smile, ‘Come child, sit by that tree and rest, And I will teach you it the best: That everything there is to know Comes down…
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The Jar: A Poem about Israel
The Jar There was a jar that had a crack, much content for this did it lack; it wished to love it could be back to unmarred state before a whack; but when the potter went to mend it, it balked, for his love did offend it. The jar is representative of Israel as I…
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Her Prayer: A Poem by the Sea
Her Prayer She stood on the beach in the balmy remedy of cheering sunlight and enchanting sea; she understood the language of the wind discoursing with the lunging waves, and with the breeze a prayer comes to her mind, then like with this moment assigned, as toward the water she braves, the sea thrusts a…
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