You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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My walls outside must have some flowers,
My walls within must have some books;
A house that's small; a garden large,
And in it leafy nooks.
A little gold that's sure each week;
That comes not from my living kind,
But from a dead man in his grave,
Who cannot change his mind.
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
The cause why that homeward I me draw,
And flee the press of courts, whereso they go,
Rather than to live thrall under the awe
Of lordly looks, wrappèd within my cloak,
To will and lust learning to set a law:
It is not for because I scorn or mock
The power of them, to whom fortune hath lent
Charge over us, of right, to strike the stroke.
But true it is that I have always meant
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I feel his spirit which moves me.
I feel his love which comforts me.
I feel his peace amidst strife.
I see splendor, majesty, miracles.
I see character.
I see God in the grass, the trees, the mountains, the rivers, the oceans.
I see God in the ghettos, the palaces, the hills and in the valleys.
I see God in the AIDS clinic and in the food banks.
I see him in tears and in laughter.
He is everywhere.
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I hold my tears, but they slip away,
Like fragile dreams that couldn't stay,
I let out a pained sob,
Feeling my heart ache and throb,
Why do I feel so sad,
Even though life isn't bad,
All I want is to feel at peace,
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The sky is weeping, a silent cry,
As I watch the world pass me by,
Sitting alone in the dead of the night,
I hold my pen and start to write,
Trying to express how I feel,
Hoping that time would make things heal,
In my emotions I am drowned,
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I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.
A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears.
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed.
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."
For the last moment
is a forehead kiss
it wasn't sweet, it wasn't soft
and it wasn’t warm
it was a light cold tap
a pact
that would end my sore
There’s an abrupt firework
for the last moment, I felt something
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An even thicker rind of bitter pith,
Estranged from the serenity that lies outside its comprehension.
For what resides within is a supple flesh dissonant to its confines,
Exuding a sweet nectar that remains clothed in the abstract.
But the bitter fruit thrives in its circumstances.
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