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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth.
I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness.
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.
«Wer noch kein / Melancholiker ist, / Muß es hier werden»
At the first shadows upon Arcetri, step by step -absorbed
My house is near a sea
The sea is my neighbour
I understand the sea
But the sea does not understand me,
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life? ”
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand years
from me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.
I lived my days apart,
Dreaming fair songs for God;
By the glory in my heart
Covered and crowned and shod.
Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
How often do I wish I were
What people call a character;
A ripe and cherubic old chappie
Who lives to make his fellows happy;
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.
Family comes together
For always and forever
In sickness and in health
In poverty or in wealth
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.
When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
Anger in verse.
Anger of iron.
Anger of the Hard Face.
Anger of the Scowl.
society has developed a system of rules
that explain the correct conduct procedures
to be followed in formal informal situations
Why is there so much anger inside of me?
why can't I be free
from this anger that's always stopping me?
Makes me always think to end my life without glee.
Anger and madness are relatives
Anger and madness are deadly twins
Anger and madness are brothers
Anger and madness have a very close
ANGER IS POISON
As per Buddha your are not punished for your anger
But certainly your anger will punish you in life
"Be slow to anger, quick to love."
Love is fleeting, gone in an instant
Or it's fostered over years of trust
Manage your anger tantrums before wrath consumes
The lifestyle you treasure
Which in essence assumes
You can swap anger bouts for clouts of leisure.
ANGER was a man NOONE could understand
even though OTHERS tried SORROW could get inside ANGER holds to no purpose though NOONE gets below the surface
where ANGER keeps the peace that SORROW seems to release
ANGER seeks to escape from SORROWS empty gaze
Do you know how hard life is? ? Do you want to know what keeps me going through this opaque life of mine? ? ANGER. Pure, unadulterated Anger.
Anger is one of our lives natural insulators. It is also an electrified energy we hoard.
It keeps us protected, keeps us alive and this Celtic heart of mine, it beats like a war drum.
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