Pearls Poems

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
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Modern Verse For The Railway
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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
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Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck
with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet,
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When I asked sea about the Pearls,
It laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels.

When I asked about light to the sun!
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If baby only wanted to, he could fly up to heaven this moment.
It is not for nothing that he does not leave us.
He loves to rest his head on mother's bosom, and cannot ever
bear to lose sight of her.
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O! nothing earthly save the ray
(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye,
As in those gardens where the day
Springs from the gems of Circassy-
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I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh
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HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
Everything else withered and mummy-dead.
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Peace, Be Not Proud (A Reverse Davidian)

Evasive Peace, be not proud
That world's entire wealth can't purchase you.
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He

Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY

Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
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The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
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Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
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Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, deep and wide,
Washes its wall on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied;
But, when begins my ditty,
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This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
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When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
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'Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:
Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.'
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Red, orange, yellow

green, blue, indigo- violet
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For whom are the flowers picked? And for whom are the candles lit? The waves destroyed every butterfly that melts in its nostalgia for the charming sunset breezes. The roads are flimsy, they turn without turning back. My fingers and my calls are not enough to find my starting points. My beginnings are pale, their winter clothes have been drained and my fingers evaporated; the woodcutters toppled it like twigs hiding among its leaves every civilization I don't tell its great secrets. Nature is adept at unleashing every possible story and every pigeon whispering in my ear tells me about that flood that stole the birds' nests, leaving only my dark skin, and a magic chariot towards being lost. Though the frogs are pure, and though their croaks color my evening cheeks, I do not find my ears eager for their great singing. I will fall into the well, because its paintings are devoid of fish and pearls. Yes, pearls are the message of every death and rape of the Gulf. He sleeps hungry on his golden berth where those swamps stretching like virgins in the middle of noon on my back, those hands with very long fingers, they pluck me like autumn leaves so affectionately. Hurry, smile, o icy capitals. The night walks on two arms of asphalt, and I am those ancient stones in the womb of the earth, satiating its bushes with every bitter cough. My teeth are a painting of beauty, and my fallen lips in the oasis of longing are the story of an old man who passed through my village one day. Come near, come near, o swaying waves, o utter chants, o body parts that I know, here I am stopping like death. My capitals are devoured by locusts, and my mouth melts every strange boat. Hurry, Hurry, smile, O freedom; for the noon has ended every bush that stands still on its branches and sings the swaying waves, so I go out in autumn like rough cracks on the hands of the peasants.
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My hungry naked characters have recognized the lost colors of their faces in the happy flowers of your garden
These raging ocean waves await a hint of the moon
A few moments later, when the moon rises in the sky, I will write a new story.
This time the ocean promises to fill every wave with diamonds and pearls
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The sea within, silent and calm,
Whispers nor roars it knows not.
I watch its ebb and flow,
Expression calm and clear.
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71 Vibgyor

A mnemonic acronym used to easily remember the colours of the rainbow
Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, red in an order. But
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Gigi Hadid wore pearls, a t-shirt and jeans to Paris fashion week. So, our (Lisa, Leeza and my) theme for this New Year's Eve is 'Jeans and pearls.' To be accurate, Gigi's distressed, slouchy bottom, boyfriend jeans were embroidered with pearls - the pearls weren't worn as a necklace - but Lisa and I think anything involving embroidery is a trailer-park trend - so we'll be wearing strings of pearls. If Karen (Lisa and Leeza's mom) lets us, that is.

Luckily for us, Karen has four strings of Tiffany pearls - called Essential, Ziegfeld, Akoya and South Sea Noble. They're all 16-inch, single strand strings (which we all prefer) and they range in value from $600 (the Akoya) to the expensive (South Sea Noble) string - that she won't lend anyone. The good news is, if anyone is thinking of buying me a string of pearls, I can't tell the difference between the cheap string and the expensive string.
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My master gave me a golden piece of advice;
Listen, listening is better than speaking empty words;
Listen to the golden words...
...that the accomplished masters offer you free!
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Precious bouquet...
of smiling lotus flowers
that blossom
in my heart's lake;
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each life is like a string of pearls
stretching moment to moment
measured in tiny heart beats time
stretching into future distant far
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like a string of pearls each life stanza is strung
together in a kaleidoscopic strand white pearls
choice interactive beauty each strand life choose
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Smile of Rose is filled with thorns all around
Smileon your reddish lips is filled with sparkling pearls
Which one is best
Whether smile of rose with thorns
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