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A Tribute To Dr. Murison
by William Topaz McGonagall

Success to the good and skilful Dr Murison,
For golden opinions he has won
From his patients one and all,
And from myself, McGonagall.

He is very skilful and void of pride;
He was so to me when at my bedside,
When I turned badly on the 25th of July,
And was ill with inflammation, and like to die.


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Thunder Of Pain
by Ashraf Gohar Goreja

The mysteries of yesterday
Sweet promises of tomorrow
Smiles on the faces
Yet hearts full of sorrow.

The image on the moon
Thousand dreams of success
No passion, a sigh or praise
For secret lovers like us.


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Altered Mind
by Barbara Grant-Richardson

Standing at the turning point of
life. Silently absorbed in a world
misunderstood by many.
Where the human spirit and level of
admiration is steadily stripped of
its luster.
Eternal tears shed from challenges
beyond ones reach. Isolated for success
but determined to go beyond the comfort
zone.

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Don Juan: Canto The Twelfth
by George Gordon Byron

LIV
But now I will begin my poem. 'Tis
Perhaps a little strange, if not quite new,
That from the first of Cantos up to this
I've not begun what we have to go through.
These first twelve books are merely flourishes,
Preludios, trying just a string or two
Upon my lyre, or making the pegs sure;
And when so, you shall have the overture.LV
My Muses do not care a pinch of rosin

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Carry On
by Robert William Service

It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

Carry on! Carry on!

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I do not fit
by Gareth Roe

I do not fit in the organised world. 
Where schedules plot our fate. 
Where that will be this and this will be that.
Where heads screwed on straight hail the great bureaucrat. 
Where the future that's served is a diet of dates. 



Now dates can be helpful and dates have their place.
The same can be said for time slots and blocks. 

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The Topmost Peak
by Jiya Doshi

The Topmost Peak

A blur of golden,
hazy yet stimulating,
makes vanish all my burden,
its effect forever lingering.
A foot apart,
And I will possess it in my heart.
a bit ahead,
I do not a bit dread,

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Truth of Touch
by Nimesh Bhandari

Weave your experience, to script the beautiful future,
Let the strings play, In harmony with your past,
Simple and Astounding, Lovable and Adorable,
Memorable and pleasurable, Like a painting on the wall,
With Reflections of passions, and Impatience of Success,
But with a touch of candor, and softness of persistence,
When you know you have, the morning has arrived,
Strike the right chord, It is the Truth of Touch

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My Dream
by Nimesh Bhandari

Dream weaves like a music in my life,
My 'Self' rises in its aspiration,
The burning desire causes its precipitation.

Like a formless cloud it starts engulfing me,
I start sailing along, with the hope it will find its home,
When it will rain to spread the greenery all around.

But it will have to pass the muster of Sun's heat,
Where it can burst during its incubation,

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Firefly
by Awwab Paracha

The firefly in my soul is burning my body. It makes me run until I'm near death, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath. Then, chop-chop, back to the hustle! Again. The six strings become my entire world as I get lost in the web of possibilities that are just aching to be realized, be seen, and be heard. My words melt onto the page, taking form as the led of my pencil turns into liquid gold that bleeds out of my pores when I cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I want my tears to turn into lines that form sentences that stab people's hearts like the spear of lightning that was birthed in the caves of Zeus's fingerprints. I want my fingerprints to be remembered. I want my sentences to be kept in a museum beside those ancient teapots that were used by some fat king. I want my six strings to become someone's entire world, their entire universe. I wanna be famous. I want to play with my life. I wanna destroy it and bring it back with the help of my firefly. This firefly runs through my veins faster than my blood, faster than my pain, faster than my joy, and faster than... me. It is my desire and my friend. It is my desire to be a friend. It is my poison and my medicine. It is everything. I love my firefly.

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