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Be the man the nation needs,
Lead an example to the upcoming generation
Be the voice of the voiceless woman
instead of being the pain of the painless woman.
Spring is marked by blossom,
Buzzing bees pollinating colorful bloom,
To reproduce seeds ,
In nature generation of daffodils continue.
Among seven billions people in the planet
Why I have to be born and raised by you?
Why not be born to others,
Methinks in the past generation
The Iliad: Book 23
Thus did they make their moan throughout the city, while the
Achaeans when they reached the Hellespont went back every man to his
own ship. But Achilles would not let the Myrmidons go, and spoke to
his brave comrades saying, “Myrmidons, famed horsemen and my own
Heritage Site Jdnp
Mesmerizing landscape of snowy mountains
Is a landmark of park & country,
Significant of Jigme Dorji National Park,
Is the home where one can see all national diversity.
The House That Was
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
Or a shaped stone lying mossy where it tumbled!
Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock
Robert Laurence Binyon
Are we all golems now?
What happened to our emotions and our mindfulness?,
We used to love the exterior but now we have all created our own interiors,
Brainwashed we are,
I am a frontline conservator
Trained in forestry conservation
With less theoretical &
More in practical.
No spot of earth where men have so fiercely for ages of time
Fought and survived and cancelled each other,
Pict and Gael and Dane, McQuillan, Clandonnel, O'Neill,
Savages, the Scot, the Norman, the English,
Ode On A Grecian Urn
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
We are the children of light,
Wise, not companioned
In a condemned graveyard.
A Forest Hymn
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
William Cullen Bryant
A Cry For Poland
HOW long shall injustice prevail?
How long shall the weak rue the strong?
The children of Poland bewail
The yoke of the Russian?â??How long?
Mrs. George Reece
To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.
It may serve a turn in your life.
My husband had nothing to do
Edgar Lee Masters
It fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Iliad: Book 13
Now when Jove had thus brought Hector and the Trojans to the
ships, he left them to their never-ending toil, and turned his keen
eyes away, looking elsewhither towards the horse-breeders of Thrace,
the Mysians, fighters at close quarters, the noble Hippemolgi, who
WHo is the same, which at my window peepes?
Or whose is that faire face, that shines so bright,
Is it not Cinthia, she that neuer sleepes,
But walkes about high heauen al the night?
Mind Of Immortal
Nothing on this earth is immortal
There are no beings or structures
Born and built a long time ago
I still wish and hope to be immortal.
This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
of them. Nor is it about deeds or lands, nor anything about glory, honour,
dominion or power,
Villanelle At Sundown
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow.
The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened.
Why this is, I'll never be able to tell you.
No Lethean ease, but such a mood as craves
For naught in earth and heaven, just to breathe
The simple air of our reality
Like creatures of the season, â?? earthy, and
The old word is dead.
The old books are dead.
Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.
Enlightening Our Generation
Enlightening Our Generation : Spoken Word Poem .
Our generation generates gambling,Our generation kills everything,Do you see that kid in the street?Who walks like she owns some seat?You meet him in every corner,every corner,Gambling with his life,Oh! his life,But he thinks he only gambles with money,Oh! Life! I
I remember,Oh! I remember,When I was a drug member,Only listened to harmful music,Now its popular music,,Like nyashinskis,Vumilia ni mimi,please dont leave me,Dont let the money fool you,sponsors just wanna use you,Nakuomba mtoto wa mama usiharibike,na hizo biashara tu.
Permissiveness Is The Key To Promiscuity,I am not your saviour to bring you from your iniquity,I am only giving you unsolicited advice,To make your life like a Sunrise,And not like When The Sun Goes Down,That High school Short Story in which youll moan and groan,Cause permissiveness is the key to promiscuity.
From Joshua Ibn Vives of Allorqui to his Former Master, Solomon
Levi-Paul, de Santa-Maria, Bishop of Cartegna Chancellor of
Castile, and Privy Councillor to King Henry III. of Spain.
Bringing In The Wine
See how the Yellow River's water move out of heaven.
Entering the ocean,never to return.
See how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers,
Though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow.
Hear me, O beeches! You
That have with ageless anguish slowly risen
From earth's still secret prison
Into the ampler prison of aery blue.
From Generation To Generation
O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head--
Between the love whose name is loss unending
And the young love whose thoughts are liker dread,--
The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling
Through the curtains of late afternoon.
Jose Asuncion Silva
e sun flamed straight down that noon on the water off Marblehead.
That summer we wore black glasses to hide our eyes.
We were always crying, in our spare rooms, little put-upon sisters,
In the two, huge, white, handsome houses in Swampscott.
The forest is a national property,
Is freely exposed in open area for all,
If we use lavishly without concern,
Younger generation may not have access to this wealth.
How smiles he at a generation ranked
In gloomy noddings over life! They pass.
Not he to feed upon a breast unthanked,
Or eye a beauteous face in a cracked glass.