Trust Poems
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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If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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Two sides to every story
by Sharon Morgan
Two sides to every story; this is what we always say
He said she said, he thought, she thought,
Hearsay!
Two ears to hear and one mouth to speak
Secrets will leak
Gossip will speak.
Truth becomes distorted as each lie is supported
Building blocks of communication
Become formidable walls of silence
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The Tiger (Story)
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Chapter 1
He was chewing on leftovers from the kill his father had made last night in the darkest recess of India. He was about eleven month old now. He noticed these weird creatures walking on their twos. He had never seen such creatures. This group of humans was led by someone named Jack, a man from the civilized world of England, Great Britain. Jack was a man looking for tigers for a circus. He had brought together a group of fearless men who had nothing to lose and looked optimistically at the prospect of a quick buck from the profits of acquiring a rare Bengali tigers. It all started when Jack assembled a group of men from the dregs of society, men who had not succeeded in conventional endeavors. He had this idea that he could make some money by getting some tigers to sell for profit. Amidst sips of whisky, he outlined his plan to this sad group of men, war weary members, disillusioned men who had taken to drinking to drown the reality of their failed lives. At the time, England had a network of entry into India and the world of smuggling based on India’s standing as a colony. He knew the right people who easily get him entry into acquiring these tigers, people with experience smuggling wild animals for circuses and other pleasures.
As part of the planning, they started out with the hiring of a local guide to inform them of the best route to get to the tigers. They hired a local who knew English and was very familiar with the area, as he had grown up there and spent all of his life in the same place called Sundarban. This guide, Bimal Mondal was about five foot eight, had little dark circles under his eyes, and was about thirty six years of age with dark skin that glowed almost like bronze, a square jaw with visible cheek bones, wide eyebrows making a unibrow by meeting at the top center of his broken nose, and brown hazelnut eyes. He was skinny and muscular, and looked like a spring that if you squish it together would bounce back with the force of a hopping frog.
Now Jack, on the opposite spectrum, was your typical British looking gentlemen. Years and generations of acts of bravery that ran through his lineage, whether through fighting in wars, taking on risky expeditions or even drunkenly fistfights to make money defined his character. He was honorably discharged from the army as a major, but it was a deal he couldn’t pass up on. If he left he would get everything the army could offer and if not, he would end up in circumstances he couldn’t handle on his own. And here he was, a big muscular man standing at the river bank deep in mangrove forest area with his friends. He thought back to a time not far back, just ten years ago in 1940. He had lost his family and some of his friends whom he believed were friends forever.
“Bimal, do you think we will be there by sunset?” Jack asked.
“I am sure Sir we can make it if you just let me guide you, please don’t step on my tail, is that the right expression?” Bimal replied while securing his, what he called, dingi nouko (long narrow boat) to the tree.
“Yes Bimal” Jack said with disappointment. He used to give orders and not to be given.
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Rags, This Is A Letter To You
by Charles Manson
It is my hope and dream
To hook up through the satellites
With everyone that's in the Family
Red and Blue, Green, Gold and Yellow
All the girls that are in jail with me
That gave their lives, took their lives
Gave their lives again
This is on the other side of the noose
That hangs in the sky
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Two sides to every story
by Sharon Morgan
Two sides to every story; this is what we always say
He said she said, he thought, she thought,
Hearsay!
Two ears to hear and one mouth to speak
Secrets will leak
Gossip will speak.
Truth becomes distorted as each lie is supported
Building blocks of communication
Become formidable walls of silence
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The cornerstone
by Likedavinci Onlynot
losing you for a few brief moments made me realize that the purpose of love. To You first & through you to myself.
What does it mean to be the perfect partner? The best answer my words can form is to give you what you need, to see your self expression at its full, to praise you like I should.
Your recent absence is my motivation to grow. To become what I need to be to naturally claim my spot next to you.
To be the cornerstone you steadily hold on to. The one embracing the earthquake of your emotions. To stay unaltered and unadulterated even as the constant chips of time take their toll.
You spoke of sexual power. I long for the fusion of our energies, the union of our charges. It is this force that I aim to harness, power is not.
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Let me be your anti-freeze
by Sharon Morgan
Allow me to be your anti-freeze
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
And change your environment of extreme cold
I can alter your perception of trust
Let me be all that your heart wants to feel,
The silver lining which your heart sees
Allow me to be your anti-freeze.
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
Please permit me to change the narrative
By allowing yourself to warm to me
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Someday I'll Learn
by Leo W
I’ve been an open book so long
my binding’s come undone
my heart worn on my sleeve so long
I can’t wash out the blood
I walk through life with widened eyes
think everyone’s got Good inside
but if you ask the coroner,
he’ll readily attest
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Myself
by Gayatri Puri
I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay
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Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius (2 poems about Trust)
October 31st, 1970 - Kyiv, Ukraine and since 1992 - New Jersey, USA -
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