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Courage

by Robert William Service

Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.

'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,

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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

by Walt Whitman

A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.

A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,

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Poems Of Joys

by Walt Whitman

O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments! full of grain and trees.

O for the voices of animals! O for the swiftness and balance of
fishes!
O for the dropping of rain-drops in a poem!
O for the sunshine, and motion of waves in a poem.

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The Law Of The Yukon

by Robert William Service

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; send me your strong and your sane --
Strong for the red rage of battle; sane for I harry them sore;
Send me men girt for the combat, men who are grit to the core;
Swift as the panther in triumph, fierce as the bear in defeat,
Sired of a bulldog parent, steeled in the furnace heat.
Send me the best of your breeding, lend me your chosen ones;
Them will I take to my bosom, them will I call my sons;
Them will I gild with my treasure, them will I glut with my meat;
But the others -- the misfits, the failures -- I trample under my feet.

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Address To The Devil

by Robert Burns

1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--
2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
4 Clos'd under hatches,
5 Spairges about the brunstane cootie
6 To scaud poor wretches!

7 Hear me, Auld Hangie, for a wee,
8 An' let poor damned bodies be;
9 I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,

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Recent Winter Poems

I Confess to a Certain Winter Night

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

The ceremony does not begin until
We hear the silent splattering of the
Snowflakes upon the shuttered mildewed
Windows lined under the haggard trees—
And by then,
The Mary Tyler Moore Show must have
Ended as fast as it had begun —
Behind the faces of muted clocks that
Tick and drop frozen nuts on the carapaces of
Slow-protesting tortoises on broad-day-light

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McGregor Vines in Winter

by Ghairo Daniels

[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. However, it is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful planetary energy junction. My youngest daughter & I were privileged to live on a small holding vineyard in McGregor, for a couple of years, where she attended a small Waldorf (Rudolf Steiner) primary school. Whilst in McGregor I had first close contact with Pleiadian Galactics & their spaceship.]

McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER

Summer’s lost to Sun its host
Winter’s on vines frost boast
whimpering sparse spaces
shivering wrinkled farm workers
deep sleep crinkled most

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haiku 8 : winter

by Ghairo Daniels

haiku 8 : winter

lightning slashed her Heart
tears falling, feet cold crying …
thunder roars laughter

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2025

haiku : hiku : 4 : protea2

by Ghairo Daniels

haiku : protea 2

RAINBOWY NATION
pink winter mountain foggy
god in Proteus
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hiku

N
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Along with the Thunder

by Ghairo Daniels

Along With The Thunder

Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance
this is time of rattling cracked panes
loose screws
when weather ruled, seemingly profane
warmonger wind howls or laughs

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