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The Power Of The Dog

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed

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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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Among School Children

by William Butler Yeats

I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way -- the children's eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire. a tale that she

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Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: 'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

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Recent Passion Poems

I Felt It

by wilted tulip

I've fallen in love; I felt it
real passion
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real adoration
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real intimacy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real joy
I've fallen in love; I felt it
real exhaustion

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In-Between your legs

by Mario Odekerken

In-between your legs,
not just skin and shadow-
but a garden where love
blooms in softes light.

There,I rest not in hunger,
but in awe-
drawn not by fire,
but by the way you open
like dawn to the sky

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When Blue met Green

by Mario Odekerken

When my blue eyes met your green,
it wasn't soft.
It was a voltage-
a current that tore through silence
and rewrote gravity.

The world didn't pause;
it shattered,
then reassembled
around the space between our gaze.

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Beautiful Hunger

by Stewart Watkins

Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates

Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying

For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth

Breathing and scheming...

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42. True life considers more than the vessel

by Kea Campbell

True life considers more than the vessel it resides in.
Sincere music’s insights are unlimited to the ears.
Authentic art faults never to its boundless perspectives.
Intuitive photography narrates beyond its frames.
Empathetic poetry humbles every language comprehensible.
True media is commissioned by the intangible.

Thursday 6 June 2024

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