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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
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ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
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She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
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Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
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Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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(A great one while calling his barroness by these names...)
It was a scent...BUT not just any,...
her scent filled the air
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Rintrah roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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In the evening, the passerby while lonely passing
Heard some noises of an unseen cart on other way
Which he mistook bone breaking, tearing, chopping,
Murmuring, rumbling, trembling sounds all around,
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A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear, -
And merrily we would float
From the dragons that watch us here!
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Grief may have thought it was grief.
Care may have thought it was care.
They were welcome to their belief,
The overimportant pair.
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The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem
The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
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The clock has turned enough
to reach a planet
Life is endless night
I hear wings beating in
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When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
(For who is sure he hath a soul, unless
It see, and judge, and follow worthiness,
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I am in this low-slung sports car
painted a deep, rich yellow
driving under an Italian sun.
I have a British accent.
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Fair was the evening and brightly the sun
Was shining on desert and grove,
Sweet were the breezes and balmy the flowers
And cloudless the heavens above.
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HENCE, loathed Melancholy,
............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born
In Stygian cave forlorn
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YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes
Beene to me ayding, others to adorne,
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That even the greatest did not greatly scorne
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Athelstan King,
Lord among Earls,
Bracelet-bestower and
Baron of Barons,
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Comes the cold, black, Death of Autumn,
harbouring its' pique on naked limb;
stirring damp, feral winds
to the hawking, stalking,
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While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries
Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,
Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted,
Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility,
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Raven came, he came a tapping
like a thousand times before
I do not want to see him rapping
death has come to door once more
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White raven,
How did you come by your plumage?
Did you do some charitable acts of kindness?
Did you do a thoughtless good deed?
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Intro poem:
I'll get this showcase done before I succumb to my present domestic turmoil.
I don't want 'no-more-showcases' to (your relative comfort) this month spoil.
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Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.
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8th entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary: "Laughing" in the Face of Adversity
"Chinese virus..."
darkness descends on the White House
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Date:April 2,2019
Come Raven to my window sill
To tap a song that haunts me still
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The Raven and the Coyote
The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by the sitting Coyote on the mountain ridge. The Coyote was the trickster, he should be dancing and creating havoc. He sat watching the raising moon since early dust. The piercing eyes of the Raven watched the subdued Coyote with great interest. The Raven went to the Coyote, sitting near him and she asked him. If you loved her. Why did you set her free? You restraints in the want of love when you should have been begging for her to stay. She seized your heart and you wished her well in her new journey away from you.
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A raven once told me.
A raven once told me, whispered in my ear,
Don't let the words of songbirds cradle you,
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