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Won’t They, Comrade?

Paul Laurence Dunbar had a sense of rhythm very similar to Rudyard Kipling. His works are in the public domain and may be downloaded freely from Project Gutenberg, HERE. There are multiple formats available, including EPUB, Kindle, plain text, and HTML for on-line reading. The Voice of the Banjoby Paul Laurence Dunbar In a small …

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Joy, too

via Draw & Wings

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Gallant

For The Man Who Fails by Paul Laurence Dunbar The world is a snob, and the man who wins Is the chap for its money’s worth: And the lust for success causes half of the sins That are cursing this brave old earth. For it ‘s fine to go up, and the world’s applause Is …

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Feel the Magic

I lit all of my worries like floating candles as they drifted downthe river,watched as their fire fadedinto the fog. I can still feel the magicof letting go. ~by D. Antoinette Foy

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But Is That All?

The Sum Paul Laurence Dunbar A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,–and that is life. A little short-lived summer’s morn, When joy seems all so newly born, When one day’s sky is blue above, And one bird sings,–and that is love. …

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When All Is Done

When All Is Doneby Paul Laurence Dunbar When all is done, and my last word is said,And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so. When all is done and in the oozing clay,Ye lay this cast-off hull of …

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One Like Me

The Only Poemby Leonard Cohen This is the only poemI can readI am the only onecan write itI didn’t kill myselfwhen things went wrongI didn’t turnto drugs or teachingI tried to sleepbut when I couldn’t sleepI learned to writeI learned to writewhat might be readon nights like thisby one like me You can watch a …

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Haiku

Excerpted from the FAQs at Celebrity Death Haiku: What is haiku? A poem in three lines,With Seventeen syllablesOf five, seven, five

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Fleeting Temples

Small Kindnesses by Danusha Laméris The New York Times (9/19/2019), Bonfire Opera I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. …

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66

Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare Tir’d with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art …

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The Middle Way

“when the road forked / he took the middle way / and disappeared into the desert…” ~Robert Shelton, The Angel and the Anchorite, ©1978

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I Rise

I’ve heard the poem before, but her introduction adds a new element to the words. Full poem available HERE.

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“Nay, nay! I better understand!”

The Blind Men and the Elephant by Sana’i (1080-1131) Translated by E.G. Browne (1862 – 1926) Taken from Persian Poems, An Anthology of Verse Translations, © 1954 Not far from Ghúr once stood a city tall Whose denizens were sightless one and all. A certain Sultán once,when passing nigh, Had pitched his camp upon the …

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Always There

I feel in every girl there is a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go, would run and dance in grassy fields until the end of the world. And then that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it’s always there, peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting, to one day …

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And pray to all in earnest

  I LOVE TO SIT IN SILENCE       1 I love to sit in silence Beneath the shady trees And listen to the song of birds And to the buzz of bees.         II I love to sit in silence And watch the Clouds roll by Then read a book or …

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Really

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the …

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