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A heart that sees, a heart that hears
A heart that speaks of every fears;
A heart that cares, a heart that bares
The Sunshine Cat
They did this to her, the men who know her, the man
She loved, who loved her not enough, being selfish
And a coward, the husband who neither loved nor
Used her, but was a ruthless watcher, and the band
We think of hidden in a white dress
among the folded linens and sachets
of well-kept cupboards, or just out of sight
sending jellies and notes with no address
I've often wondered why
Old chaps who choose to die
In evil passes,
Before themselves they slay,
In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;
Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep,
To the too-dear, to the too-beautiful,
who fills my heart with clarity,
to the angel, to the immortal idol,
All hail, in immortality!
(The war is completed--the price is paid--the title is settled beyond
Let every one answer! let those who sleep be waked! let none evade!
Bugsa Bunny you're the sanest man
in all Italia last hope for risorgimento
singing Santa Lucia in the barber shop
glorious ears twitching your gondola
S. K. Kelen
Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanity
If you should choose to label me
A Poet of Profanity!
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye,
And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart.
Blake knew how deep is Hell, and Heaven how high,
And could build the universe from one tiny part.
William Rose Benét
To The Harbormaster
I wanted to be sure to reach you;
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
During a tempest encountered homeward-bound from the
Mediterranean, a grizzled petty-officer, one of the two captains
of the forecastle, dying at night in his hammock, swung in the
sick-bay under the tiered gun-decks of the British Dreadnaught,
Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wall
Casts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,
Across the road, across the thick white dust.
Down from the hill the slow white oxen crawl,
The Men Who Stuck To Me
They were men of many nations, they were men of many stations,
They were men in many places, and of high and low degree;
Men of many types and faces, but, alike in all the races,
They were men I met in trouble, and the men who stuck to me.
Let Me Be Mad
O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I Walk Past...
I walk past the moon
I walk past the shadows
I walk past the Meadows
I walk past the woods
A Slight Misunderstanding At The Jasper Gate
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?
The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?
Growing shrill, and ever shriller, at the thing thatâ??s being done;
More in sorrow than in anger, like our old Jack Robertson.
The Sick Muse
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning?
Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions,
In your cheek's cold and taciturn reflection,
I see insanity and horror forming.
Whoever had found his way to the tavern's block
Would have to be insane if on another door knock
Fate never crowned any with drunkenness, except
The one who considered this the highest luck.
Shams Al-din Hafiz Shirazi
As I enter the theatre the play is going on.
I hear the father say to the son on stage,
Youâ??ve taken the motor apart.
The son replies, The roof is leaking.
La Muse Malade (the Sick Muse)
Ma pauvre muse, hÃ©las! qu'as-tu donc ce matin?
Tes yeux creux sont peuplÃ©s de visions nocturnes,
Et je vois tour Ã tour rÃ©flÃ©chis sur ton teint
La folie et l'horreur, froides et taciturnes.
An Ode To A Strong Woman:
Her beauty lies in her inner core
Her values, her beliefs
She is sensitive
She is considerate
Not they the great
Who build authority around a State,
And firm on calumny and party hate
Base their ambition. Nor the great are they
Madison Julius Cawein
Black And Blue
Fear, pain, darkness all over me
The words my mind painted to describe my anxiety,
But no one I could speak of its entirety,
As I cry inside... my mind is telling me that I've lost my sanity.
Obsequiously i had to run
Lost my sanity in my heart inconsequently
Clouded by the ideal of becoming a necromancer , Everything is sorb
My virtuousness had to sojourn else where
Alma Bell To The Coroner
What my name is, or where I live, or if
I am that Alma Bell whose name is broached
With Elenor Murray's who shall know from this?
My hand-writing I hide in type, I send
Edgar Lee Masters
She wears her scars like a blanket of comfort,
Not minding what people had to say about them,
Because she knew that these weren’t ordinary scars,
They were scars of transformation,
The Covid-19 Pandemic
From lockdown to shutdown,
Tears sweep down the faces of many,
Men of the underworld on a rampage,
Maiming, defiling and killing,