Battles Poems

Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
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And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
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Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
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Say to them,
say to the down-keepers,
the sun-slappers,
the self-soilers,
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Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
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All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
But with true reflection in mind
Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
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A born salesman,
my father made all his dough
by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo.
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Wielding a tool, mighty and spiky
Mightier than either the sword or rod
He reigns monarch in Fancy's domain
Sketching life in fanciful color and mode
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THAT which eludes this verse and any verse,
Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,
And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world
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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
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Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that gray vault. The sea. The sea
has locked them up. The sea is History.
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War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
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He

Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
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(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)

Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair?
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The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stage; it is a long oar coming through an opening in the bulwark.
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Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
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from Memories of President Lincoln

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I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings,
As happened in days long gone by,
When Duke William became King of England,
And 'Arold got shot in the eye.
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ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
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AT Flores, in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a flutter’d bird, came flying from far away;
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In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,
A warrior stands, with sword unmade,
Not on the fields where battles cry,
But in the heart, where secrets lie.
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In the depths of my wounded heart, a lonely ache resides,
Where judgment's icy tendrils pierce, where solace often hides.
For the world, it weaves a tapestry, a portrait incomplete,
Unaware of the trials I face, the battles I discreetly meet.
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The walls are closing in on me, refusing to let me feel at ease
The air is getting stubborn, refusing to enter my lungs
My vision is getting blurry, refusing to let me properly see
My chest is rising higher, refusing to let me breathe
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There is a simple solution for World Peace
A way that the whole world must know
When we Overcome our Ignorance and Realize the Truth
Then we will peacefully enjoy the show
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I am fighting a million battles
Inside and out
I ll win each one of them
That's for sure, without a doubt
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Sometimes- -
Sometimes deep down the heart a strong gush of wave battles to maroon away comes out
Sometimes deep down the heart a wish to shut down to comes out
Sometimes deep down the heart a will to die for your battles to comes out
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tera khoobsoorat chehra
jaisay ghul bahar ki pankhDiaN
khul jaati hain sooraj ki roshni main
khul jaata hai tera chehra
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My steps my hand,
My coldness my pain,
My battles my scars.
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Those belated battles.
Created to relate to a past.
To have had but missed to reminisce them.
Those belated battles.
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The spirit that brings one in a battlefield,
That spirit is immortal and is never broken,
Battles may be won, battles may be lost,
Wait for tomorrow, the stones will be shaken,
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