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? or John Fletcher.
ORPHEUS with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
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The ship is afloat
The hour strikes
Water ripples beneath
The sky is clear
let us secretly steer
The captain, his crew
The planets and stars
Moon is yet to arrive
The sky is palest of blue
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hang in there
there is this voice in my head always fighting
for me to hang in there even when there is nothing to hang
onto it always has the right words to put it how shall i put it
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Today I got a text,
Two people I have got,
They gave me the report.
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A stem bent with dew
kisses the lowest of all
but springs back anew
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Don't forget to enjoy your life with sweet memories,
Don't forget to fill your days & nights with sweet events,
Don't forget to create magical moments with sweet smile,
Don't forget to forgive and move forward with sweet dignity.
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Hi my fellow student,
Who was my clasmet,
Long time wothout meat,
You are here Innocent.
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There are love and hate
There are tears and smiles
There are rich and poor
There are poverty and prosperity
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'O where is my dauphin?
There in the castle where the King does lay'
I dream of H/him every night
The same dream
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The pretend poet refuses to be
vaccinated with words. He speaks
five languages, and writes in all.
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This morning on my walk at the beginning of another day…I felt blessed when the Earth, as she sometimes does, invited the child in me out to play.
There was a cool wind blowing as I stepped outside…a cool wind that never quit…and sometimes the shadows of the trees…would gently touch my shoulder as if to say, "Tag…you're it! "
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A red thread
dangling from your mouth
you spit in chrome droplets
the stars shine so hard
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