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Green Chile

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

I prefer red chile over my eggs
and potatoes for breakfast.
Red chile ristras decorate my door,
dry on my roof, and hang from eaves.
They lend open-air vegetable stands
historical grandeur, and gently swing
with an air of festive welcome.
I can hear them talking in the wind,
haggard, yellowing, crisp, rasping
tongues of old men, licking the breeze.

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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.

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Come Into The Garden, Maud

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves

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Sonnet 20: A Woman's Face With Nature's Own Hand Painted

by William Shakespeare

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

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The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I

by William Blake

1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific!
Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon
Hath form'd this abominable void
This soul-shudd'ring vacuum?--Some said
"It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted
Brooding secret, the dark power hid.

2. Times on times he divided, & measur'd
Space by space in his ninefold darkness

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Recent Passion Poems

Passions and Faces

by Igor Vykhovanets

Passions and Faces

"Science looks at the world through eyes clouded by all human passions."
— Francis Bacon, 17th century

All are tangled in fear’s sticky web
In this stale, suffocating sphere.
Here you feel like on the chopping block,
A sack over your head, so near.

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Sappho Speaks Three : Sappho Series

by Ghairo Daniels

{Poet’s Note : Third Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
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Power of moment equals power itself
intuition is direct perception true
free from any reasoning constrictions
truth redemption raw

Intelligence with insight fresh dwells in Heart
recognition of holy inheritance

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Sensuality

by Mario Odekerken

A quiet warmth moves through the air between us,
not loud,not hurried,
just the soft awareness of skin and breath,
like light settling on bare shoulders.

Your presence becomes a language without words,
a slow current under still water,
where every glance carries weight
and silence feels almost electric.

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Geloven tegen beter weten in

by Mario Odekerken

Ik draag jouw naam in stilte
zoals een gedachte die niemand begrijpt.
Als geloven in jou waazin is,
laat mij dan maar gek zijn,
want zonder dat geloof
blijft er niets van mij over.

De wereld meet alles met verstand,
weegt liefde op een koude schaal.
Maar wat zij niet kunnen berekenen

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Red Tape

by Ghaafietha Amoodien

My heart is a crime scene, wrapped around caution tape.

If you enter you have blood on your hands. You become an accomplice to a crime you didn’t commit.

My heart is a crime scene… they stood around me and I heard them call it a crime of passion, he took his time to beat me, bruise me and break me.

My heart is a crime scene, there’s red tape and do not enter signs at the door, telling you not to enter. You may get blamed for a crime you didn’t commit.

My heart is a crime scene, with everything stopping you from entry. So tell me why a man with brown eyes and a soft smile made me feel alive again. Tell me why the crime scene now feels like a safe place to enter.

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