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Our Deepest Fear

by Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

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A Timbered Choir

by Wendell Berry

Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling,
for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake
of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the rock blasted.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.

I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest reduced to stumps and gullies; I saw
the poisoned river, the mountain cast into the valley;

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Abhangs (A Short Collection)

by Sant Tukaram

1
I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
'Tuka, all the unwritten ones are your responsibility.'

2
To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.
The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.

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The Fawn

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

There it was I saw what I shall never forget
And never retrieve.
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to
believe,
He lay, yet there he lay,
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft
small ebony hoves,
The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.

Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here

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In The Droving Days

by Banjo Paterson

"Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss --
Only a pound for the drover's horse?
One of the sort that was ne'er afraid,
One of the boys of the Old Brigade;
Thoroughly honest and game, I'll swear,
Only a little the worse for wear;
Plenty as bad to be seen in town,
Give me a bid and I'll knock him down;

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Recent Fear Poems

Belhel

by Ghairo Daniels

“Abandon all Hope, yea who enters Here” : Dante

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Die to raucous capitalist lottery chaos
fundamentalist radio 24/7
to smell dead sleep
a snore knowing no cloudless sky
die to enamel pots smelling of lamb fear cooked
parrot screaming for fruit

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Ballad of a union leader

by sookdeo manansingh

I walked through the farrows
on the sugar cane estate
while the arrows were in bloom
yet I felt the pain in my heart
to witness the sweat and tears
as my brothers and sisters
barefooted work the land

Barely to meet their demands
they toil tirelessly in order

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Don't Touch Me

by Kelly Meddles

Any man's touch is now tainted in my eyes;
Anytime it's proposed a piece of me dies.

A man's touch is something I no longer can trust;
This is something best left not discussed.

The fear in me is real, that much you must see;
The panic will rise, that I can guarantee.

Never again will under a hand I melt;

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My First Confession

by Kelly Meddles

You once grabbed me by the nape of my hair;
Forcing my head to kiss the wall - knocking my senses unaware.

I don't remember being stripped bare;
There was no time to prepare.

This memory haunts my soul;
I was taken of all control.

My own screams echoed in my ears;

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Unlearning

by Kara Prince

Mama and Daddy are good people. Mama picks up prescriptions for the elderly, and Daddy reads to elementary schoolers long after both kids got their degrees. But when it comes to being a partner, this is what they taught me: love works like a dog that you forget to feed, love means always sacrificing, because anything else would be greed. Love means always bending and folding at another's words, and sending the kids to bed so you can draw your swords. Love is a prison sentence for which you can't remember the cause, but you never tell anyone your love has flaws.

I learned my lesson, so I’ve run from love like a Smith and Wesson. But this crooked smile given so easily and freely, well, it has me thinking maybe love isn’t that at all, really. When he holds me, and I try to run, he doesn’t chase me, but reminds me there is a seat next to him for one. He tells me I am smart, that I am strong, and beautiful, and that sometimes I am too willing to be dutiful. I tell him to love me like he's cooking a frog, slowly at first, so I won’t jump scared and head for the bog. This boy is honest and patient, his love is simple and kind, he makes me feel like love shouldn’t hurt. I hope for his sake I can mend my own mind.