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Unwise Wise

Life is a mystery,
There is no clue of its exact history.
Theory once postulated by Darwin,
May go change by some Hardin.
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Dr. Nitesh A

Dr. Nitesh A
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Dust Is The Only Secret

153

Dust is the only Secret—
Death, the only One
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Why We Fight

This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
A carrier of the sick and maimedâ??
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
You And Me

I'm part of people I have known
And they are part of me;
The seeds of thought that I have sown
In other minds I see.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Suicide Note

SUICIDE NOTE
Part 1
Because of my cross, I find this life a misery
Like every cast in this dramatic adventure
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Okey  Nwande

Okey Nwande
Freedom's Plow

When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
Million Man March Poem

The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell

THE ARGUMENT

RINTRAH roars and shakes his
fires in the burdenM air,
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William Blake

William Blake
I Am Sorry

I'm sorry i could not protect you from the hands of evil that took you away from this world

And you could give so much to it

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Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
A Dangling Hope

Seconds after seconds
Minutes turns hours
Hours clock months
Months birth years
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
It Became Our Story

Like a fable that never left the table were the
Words of the prophet
Swiftly, slowly, it became our story.

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Gerald Onyebuchi

Gerald Onyebuchi
Joy

Joy, what could be more eperetising than the Joy of life. what is life without joy. Love it can be given and it can never be taken. What is life like without being loved.

There is a million of things that I would rather do than love another. I would count stars day to day admiring each and everyone of them. I am greedy in nature. I do nothing which is temporary. my main reason why I would spend a lifetime counting stars. No matter how many I count each day the end is never near .

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Faizel Malek

Faizel Malek
The Master Speed

No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Last Lonely Night

She was lonely that night,
Thinking about the misery of her life.
She was most probably right
About her having the worst life
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Fihaal

Fihaal
A Little Angel

Mama… Is President flying like an eagle? 1997 arrival of President Mkapa to our village
Didn’t know was just a person, that’s how our sisters
Get disappointed, with more expectations from men
Do accidents happen only at bridges and downhill slopes?
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Marco Babu

Marco Babu
Is This Democracy

*IS THIS DEMOCRACY?*

Even in the mist of griefs and pains,
When the story shall be divulged,
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Paciolo Pen Saint

Paciolo Pen Saint
Elegy Xix. - Written In Spring, 1743

Again the labouring hind inverts the soil;
Again the merchant ploughs the tumid wave;
Another spring renews the soldier's toil,
And finds me vacant in the rural cave.
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William Shenstone
Short Speech To My Friends

A political art, let it be
tenderness, low strings the fingers
touch, or the width of autumn
climbing wider avenues, among the virtue
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Amiri Baraka
Value Of Literature

Value of literature is above precious ruby,
It voice higher than the dictation of God,
So timeless, with in-depth human undergo,
Worthy of deep cerebral feelings to deal
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Santosh Kumar

Santosh Kumar
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Mirror Mirror on the wall?
Is it all my fault?
Why are you all silent?
Why is there a sudden halt?
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Fihaal

Fihaal
Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou
Religio Laici

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Summary History Of Sir William Wallace

Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie,
I'm told he went to the High School in Dundee,
For to learn to read and write,
And after that he learned to fight,
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Bosnia Tune

As you pour yourself a scotch
Crush a roach or check your watch
As your hands adjust your tie people die

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Joseph Brodsky
Like A Vocation

Not as that dream Napoleon, rumour's dread and centre,
Before who's riding all the crowds divide,
Who dedicates a column and withdraws,
Nor as that general favourite and breezy visitor
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

I

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
While History's Muse

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,
Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping,
For hers was the story that blotted the leaves.
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Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore
The Temple Of Friendship

Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,
A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,
A temple stands, where art did never try
With pompous wonders to enchant the eye;
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Voltaire
Destiny Of Love

Journey of every love story
Has good & bitter history
Some propose & get accepted
But some were rejected.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
No To Xenophobia

Michael Johnson once said " I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain"

I understand we all have our differences.
But while learning about history
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Mancoba Dludlu

Mancoba Dludlu
The Hunting Of The Snark

Dedication

Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
O Black And Unknown Bards

O black and unknown bards of long ago,
How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?
How, in your darkness, did you come to know
The power and beauty of the minstrel's lyre?
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James Weldon Johnson

James Weldon Johnson
A Song Of Painting: To General Cao Ba

You, General Cao Ba,
descendant of Cao Cao,
now live as a peasant,
a cold-door commoner.
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Du Fu
Easter-day

HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Balqees

Balqees. . . oh princess,
You burn, caught between tribal wars,
What will I write about the departure of my queen?
Indeed, words are my scandal. . . .
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Nizar Qabbani
On Receipt Of My Mother's Picture

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine-thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
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William Cowper

William Cowper
The Morai

FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest
By him who long was doom'd to brave
The fury of the Polar wave,
That fiercely mounts the frozen rock
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Helen Maria Williams
A Worker Reads History

Who built the seven gates of Thebes?
The books are filled with names of kings.
Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone?
And Babylon, so many times destroyed.
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Bertolt Brecht
No Greater Love

My motherland was pleading again for mercy,
the British were cruel and bloodthirsty,
they ordered to choose the road of compliance,
I selected the path of painful defiance.
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Sharletl Alvares

Sharletl Alvares
Fallen

My country! by our fathers reared
As champion of the world's opprest;
Whose moral force the tyrant feared;
Whose flag all struggling freemen cheered;
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John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
Dirge

Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Ballad Of The White Horse: 01 - Dedication

Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
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G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
Ode On Venice

I.
Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls
Are level with the waters, there shall be
A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls,
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George Gordon Byron
The Odyssey: Book 17

When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Telemachus bound on his sandals and took a strong spear that suited
his hands, for he wanted to go into the city. “Old friend,” said he to
the swineherd, “I will now go to the town and show myself to my
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Homer
Acrostic

Little maidens, when you look
On this little story-book,
Reading with attentive eye
Its enticing history,
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll