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The Odyssey: Book 9

by Homer

And Ulysses answered, "King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
with bread and meats, and the cup-bearer draws wine and fills his
cup for every man. This is indeed as fair a sight as a man can see.
Now, however, since you are inclined to ask the story of my sorrows,
and rekindle my own sad memories in respect of them, I do not know how
to begin, nor yet how to continue and conclude my tale, for the hand
of heaven has been laid heavily upon me.

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To A Shade

by William Butler Yeats

IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been paid)
Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
Let these content you and be gone again;
For they are at their old tricks yet.
A man

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Invocation

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day
'Tis since thou art fled away.

How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again?
With the joyous and the free

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I Am Woman

by Alfrednett Atkinson

(A heart felt tribute to all women )
I am despair - I am heartache - I am the one that feels the sorrow - I am the comfort that ease the pain.
I am the shelter from the storm- I am the refuge found in a fortress filled with faith, hope and charity - I am peace in a world where there is turmoil - I am trust when others have none - I am love for the unlovable - I am a sanctuary for all. I am Woman.
Iam the one that conceives and protect the young - I am the warmth that covers the babe - I am the milk that nourishes the infant child - I am the sweet taste of the honey from the bee...
I am the birthright of God and Love - Iam the incubator for the immaculate conception - I am the womb that delivered thy forefather Abraham - Iam the breast he laid upon.
I am the burst of existence that unfolds the freshness of the air and the beauty of universe everywhere. I am the product of all four (4) seasons - I am the endless parade of the beauty of nature - I am the splendor that multiply each flower with its unique size, shape, fragrance and radiant color.
I am the essence that beholds more than the apparent eye can see - I am the look at the miracle of birth - I am the cover -up for many tribulations to come- I am a vision beyond the apparent glance - I am deep - I am within. I am Woman.
I am the transformation of rebirth - I am born again - I am the out burst of the soul set free.
I give thanks, praise and honor to God - I toil faithfully for my heavenly reward.
I am a virtuous woman- I hold in my hand the lighted torch - My crown on my head extended high - I am the Goddess of Liberty and Justice - I am royalty paving the way for others to follow - I am "Queen" of the land of freedom and opportunity on the solid rock - I stand. I am Woman.

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The Answer

by Sara Teasdale

When I go back to earth
And all my joyous body
Puts off the red and white
That once had been so proud,
If men should pass above
With false and feeble pity,
My dust will find a voice
To answer them aloud:

"Be still, I am content,

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England's Greatest Pride (Poem) By Christen Kuikoua

by Christen Kuikoua

Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,

For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,

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ROBBER OF EVERY SOUL

by Richie Kharis

Oh, black man of the night
Robber of every soul
destroyer of the strongest heart
Melter of the most beautiful eyes

Why do you make us wail in hate?
Why become our unpredictable fate?
Why take away our voice?
Why make us feel like we don’t have a choice

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Cut flowers

by Chris Quinn

1.

Would that you and I were but plastic waste
Orbiting each other adrift in the sea
Ones for whom decay had acquired no taste
Forever circling like leaves in brine tea

Amidst our peers, seaborne clots of rubbish
Alongside others littering the foam
Tended garden of resilient salt trash

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Samsara

by Chris Quinn

I never thought I would tire of chaos,
Of hurling myself at the sky
Or crashing down below the surf
An orca at play surfing waves of joy and sorrow
Beautiful and terrible to behold

Yet, here I am on the sand
My clumsy legs (not fins)
Pale and thin and hurt by the sand
As I stand shivering and shy of the sea

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Sonnet XX – Feelings

by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze

LONELINESS is a better friend,
It sticks with me every minute, every hour of the day.
SORROW a good friend too.
It visits me by night, it never forsakes its hour.
REJECTION touches my shoulder
Every time I meet a special person.
It is a better friend to comfort,
I feel its touch on my shoulder down my spine.
REGRET is my best friend. It shares my bed at night.
It is there holding our hands, me and SORROW.

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