Strength Poems
The Two Glasses
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim,
On a rich man's table, rim to rim.
One was ruddy and red as blood,
And one was clear as the crystal flood.
Said the glass of wine to his paler brother,
"Let us tell tales of the past to each other;
I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth,
Where I was a king, for I ruled in might;
For the proudest and grandest souls on earth
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A Song Of Life
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather –
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
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Custer
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
BOOK FIRST.
I.
ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.
Sing of that noble soldier, nobler man,
Dear to the heart of each American.
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Realisation
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
Or so the unperceiving thought,
Who looked no deeper than her face,
Devoid of chiselled lines of grace –
No farther than her humble grate,
And wondered how she bore her fate.
Yet she was neither lone nor sad;
So much of love her spirit had,
She found an ever-flowing spring
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The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew
by Robert William Service
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
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A hard man
by John HughesI want to be a hard man to defeat all the evil I encounter in the world, but with my ego I would turn bad and pretty soon I would be up against a hard just man wanting to defeat all the evil he encounters.
Continue readingUnbreakable
by Mario Odekerken
I have been bent
by storms I didn't see coming,
pushed to edges
I didn't know existed.
There were days
when everI carried
threatened to shatter me-
grief doubt,the weight of silence.
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Barefoot on shattered glass
by Mario Odekerken
I keep walking.
Not because I'm brave-
because I don't know where else to go.
The floor cuts deep.
Thin lines open,
quiet red truths rising to the surface.
Every step says:stop.
Bij I don't.
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From the roots up
by Mario Odekerken
Beneath the soil where secrets sleep,
in shadows dark and silence deep,
a seed once cast without a sound
began to stir beneath the ground.
No witness marked the moment small,
when life first stirred beneath it all,
but roots reached down with quiet grace,
to find their hold,to claim their place.
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Groß,Größer,am Größten
by Mario Odekerken
Zuerst war da ein Schritt,
vorsichtig, klein,
aber voller Richtung.
Dann kam der Sprung,
mit offenen Augen,
ausgestreckten Armen,
Herz voller Erwartung.
Jetzt stehst du da,
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