Power Poems

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,- -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
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January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child 
In a harsh political climate 
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
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She,
In the dark,
Found light
Brighter than many ever see.
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'Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the enjoyment of sweet foods, who practiced silence, who humiliated her pride, who adored symbols, statues, burning candles, incense, the caress of nuns, organ music, for whom Communion was a great event? I was so exalted by the idea of eating Jesus's flesh and drinking His blood that I couldn't swallow the host well, and I dreaded harming the it.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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The story's told
Of long ago
About a statue
With a head of gold
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In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
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He was selected
From among the finest
Of all men
To carry the loads
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To some power is guns
To some power is knifes
To some power is the ability to read, and write.
To some power is control
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~

[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac' ~ Henry Kissinger*]
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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.'
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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
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Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
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Who ever desired each other as we do? Let us look
for the ancient ashes of hearts that burned,
and let our kisses touch there, one by one,
till the flower, disembodied, rises again.
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Where to go for complaint?
When king becomes blind and turn saint?
When kingdom is handed over to wolves
Whole mystery surrounds and treachery involves
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'Come and hire me,' I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, 'I will hire you with my power.'
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.
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Do you love God, do you seek God, do you pray every day?
Do you have any clue, what to your Lord you say?

Where is God, do you know? Where does He live?
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From Oblivion: To die is powered!
as To live is genuine power,
custody of potency speaks…
This is what I have been structured
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the power is the
superhuman ability
the power is the superhuman,
sense of ability
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Power of politician
Vote bank

Power of reformer
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I

My Savior, Amida Buddha
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author notes: my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words, words liked gracious, extravaganza, etc… this poem is about a skill is a skilled man power. i don't add capitalization's on my writing.

the 20th century is the man power of the 20th century
the 20th century is the stool of the 20th century
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Power, sheer power
Don't be at ease
Power is not at the hour
What we think it is.
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This is Powerful

Power rightly used is powerful
Power justly used is masterful
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Wielding power.
Power
to control,
dominate.
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Power is power
At the root of doing something,
Break it up
The power it can accept,
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