May Poems

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
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I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
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I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.
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When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
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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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Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
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All hopes dash against hopes
It is like tight walking on simple ropes
We may counter stiff resistance at high slope
Bonding may not be possible even if you elope
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
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A tree's leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
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MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
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Let only that little be left of me
whereby I may name thee my all.

Let only that little be left of my will
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'You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
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For my poems, my friend Valsa George has a hunger.
She’s over fifty, but, compared to me, she is younger.
She suggested I write about ‘the advantages of being old’.
It’s a challenge, but, Valsa, on this idea you have sold......
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We may face onslaught and not survive
If no timely action is taken or efforts revived
Nature may not spare us for committed sin
We may have complete loss and situation no win
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You should not cry else tears may fall
Hold them back until, you make call
you tell them not to fall or roll
is the cry only way left for recall?
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Hello lovely kid,
You may always lead,
May you become head,
Books more you read,
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Blame me for everything,
Spare me for nothing,
I left behind special thing,
My memory to miss something,
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Out of blue or may be only when one is ready
comes face to face some daunting dots
with clearer lens they appear vivid, vibrant and easy to plot.
Ignorant and blind must be one who never saw you were there
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83] Message eighty-three: Wisdom sets you free.

p.1—Gang-stalking: If you compose a message, and the time of composing it was 7: 00 a.m., and you mention it online, via email or webpage, and later that day or following morning, you go into the kitchen, and you see 7 seconds on the microwave, the result of someone in your family doing so, it could be a coincidence. But if you repeatedly see things like this happening, it's proof you're being gang-stalked or harassed. In message 82 when I explain seeing 'vomit' when you read the word 'move' backwards, as being a shortening of or abbreviation for vomit, etc., and then the following day I discover that someone has subsequently placed an envelop or gift card on the ground backwards, and that particular incident doesn't usually occur but other things like it continually happen to match what I type online, then that's a sign of gang-stalking. Consider the following words from A. K. Forward, in his book Gang-Stalking and Mind-Control, 'These strange activities will not be isolated incidents in a target's life, but will be ongoing, usually occurring regularly enough that there can be no mistake that they are not just coincidental, but very purposeful.' And, for instance, it may not always be that it's a 7 on the microwave; it could be seven soda cans stacked in the refrigerator; or seven pieces of chicken, etc. And if you're a person who doesn't believe that a person is involved in gang-stalking, and you're not watching or monitoring them and their activities 24/7, then you can't honestly determine that they are not gang-stalking. If someone accuses them, you, without exempting the alleged gang-stalker, must consider them as being someone who potentially or in fact is. Another example is, someone in your family could be tampering with the a/c unit. One day early in the morning they decide to turn the cool air on when it's cold outside. And you notice this, and you hear them, but when you open the door and check to see if they're around, you neither hear nor see them. And then you open the door to go back into your room, but, instead of going back in, you close the door, as if you went back in. And then you hear them, near the location where you heard them at, moving around and making noise. That's a definite sign of not only being someone targeted or gang-stalked, but of having the proof that such is happening.
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May you

May you see each person as made in the image of God.
May you share your blessings with others.
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May the sky surround my dreams, may the sky surround your dreams, eternally involved in the build up process. Eternally devoted to what is done, before me, before, you, before them, before us. All is big, all is complex and simple are the needs. May the land be good, may the see be calm, may the wind bring the right advice. May the peace be in every land on planet Earth.
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O JAANA O, jaana be less critical, so I may philosophize you; O, jaana be less beautiful, so I may romantise you; O, jaana be less arrogant, so I may admire you. O, jaana be less abstruse, so I may understand you; O, jaana be less talkative, so I may get time to talk with you; O, jaana be less Altruism, so I may be materialistic to you; O, jaana be less anachronistic, so I may search for you; O, jaana be less Deleterious to my heart, So I may spent myself on you;
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May your glass be always full
May your pockets never be empty,
And may you never be taken for a fool
And may your joy be always plenty.
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TỰA
Nguyễn Du viết Kiều, 'máu nhỏ qua đầu bút, nước mắt thắm qua trang giấy'.
Nguyễn Đình Chiểu viết Lục Vân Tiên, 'chở bao nhiêu đạo thuyền không khẳm'.
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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
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May we be strong?
May we be activists?
May we feel like we belong?
May our hearts be loving advocates?
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May I splinter away from myself
break into whole units
and
live in each with perfection!
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