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Epistle To Augusta
I.
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
Dearer and purer were, it should be thine;
Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim
No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:
Go where I will, to me thou art the same
A loved regret which I would not resign,
There yet are two things in my destiny, -
A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
II.
The first were nothing-had I still the last,
It were the haven of my happiness;
But other claims and other ties thou hast,
And mine is not the wish to make them less.
A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past
Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;
Reversed for him our grandsire's fate of yore,
He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.
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Do not wait for winter
Do not wait for winter to set
It won't be good in any sense that I bet
Time cycle may change
Bring new message with an age
It is nice to feel good company
It may be dreamed by many
There should be willingness to accompany
Only pure feelings should matter and not the money
Seek a company of noble friend
That may take you to logical end’
One must know what he is trying?
The purpose behind it for not crying
It is not only a dream
But a work with very good team
That may help to lat it long
Even if something goes really wrong
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A poetic world
It is poetic world
Flow of nice words
No creation of upheaval
Words to look nice and real
It is for peace
Life to be at ease
New energy to release
All hostilities to cease
No storm to come and lash
No breach in shore and wash
It may be with message of danger
To come out of it without any anger
The world may be facing disasters
You may knell down before masters
Your feet may crumble
You got to be very humble
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Must Win Again Your Trust
I...
Wish,
Another chance.
I...
Want,
To enhance that chance...
To prove,
To you...
That I can be,
All that it is...
You need,
From me.
Honestly,
I can and will deliver.
And I wish,
Another chance to prove...
I can improve.
And I will since I must,
Win again your trust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is not hard to admit that you are wrong
sorry
so sorry is the only word to say
then
correct the wrong
repair the damage
pay what is due
then move on with
the coming chapters
of your life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Speckulation
Grander than great religions can anoint
universe began as geometric point,
then space and time expanded from this dot
more epic than prophetic words have taught-
This microscopic-macroscopic mess!
Man stands Adam tall, atom small- or less.
poem by Glenn Bagshaw
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Blue Sky
The stem cells coaxed to become
a kidney or a trachea failed to
ask the Himalayas, why were not,
they gathering the ice for glaciers!
Some sexual jealousy?
The naked darkness will nurse
the roses to rest on the barrel
of a gun. Civil war will start any day.
Colored man, the tattoos will not
tell the truth of the body. Blood
was always crying to give up
the fight. Why half-brothers were
destroying each other?
No squirrel will climb on the trees.
Nuts have gone. The winds have dispersed
sine die. A prayer is rising from the lips of earth.
poem by Satish Verma
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Poetic Canvas (Naani)
Blank space
Drinks of colored words
Flow with the writer's pen, his brush
Splashed a rainbow hued masterpiece.
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June 25,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sexual Attraction
At the hospital where he works.
Speaking he can convey,
with the ninety two year old corpse.
Mirrors every where warm trees cold bushes.
92 leaves speaking she shakes it only for him.
Bony old woman no ham.
After finding the light corpse
he checks the cotton on the rigid smile if it was.
Ninety two years old where you are detained.
You can hear the limbs cracking as the corpse gives.
Turned over on it's belly I seem like observer.
There is no sound commonly appreciated with sucking noises.
It was the very first time,
I had ever seen a shoe horn used on the moon.
Except for the golf swing by Shepard.
Brutal crimes on the dead better I think than on the living, still.
The family has a long history of patients and of those.
Emphatic and it has resonated a cord completely.
Watching him talk as if and it is somber fearfully.
You read to late it written before he came a dying declaration.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Fashion Butterfly
You dress up your clothes like a butterfly,
Girl, you've got style,
As you strut your stuff on the beach,
In the office, in the car,
In nightclubs and in bars,
Where you get merry,
And kiss all the boys,
Having fun as you play them like toys,
For you sparkle like pink champayne,
And just enjoy your nights,
The nightlife keeping you up until the morning light,
The sunshine hurting your eyes,
As you slip on black sunglasses,
For today is going to be a cooker,
As you travel uptown to be a star,
And shop for all those beautiful, colourful clothes,
That leave you shining at night,
For you are a fashion butterfly,
And a beautiful sight.
poem by Paula Glynn
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