Quotes about feign, page 12
The Apparition
WHEN by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see:
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call'st for more,
And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink:
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,
I'd rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.
poem by John Donne
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The Post
The post mentioned her telepathic link being offline
Yet I received the call quite clearly.
She seemed unaware of having established a connection
Or did she feign?
Her breathing pattern suggested smoking
Then began a shuffling, a displacement of objects
Muttering
Moving she hummed and suddenly sang soprano
Loudly bemoaning a broken heart
Whose?
Searching with an inward gaze
Cast through a gritty pane - 'Sightless in Gaza'
She's singin' da blues, Emo-blues.
So then Ah! she exclaims and the line
Goes dead
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poem by Winston T. Gylles
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Greyscale
The heavy legs that drag across
A floor of cold, concrete
Still life
The photos a sepia frame
Of shutter chance
Un captured
(Would the taste of departure
Be sweeter then a memoir
Locked and kept like a mistress)
When the body lowers
Level with stone
Sleep is invasive
So persuasive
No longer elusive
As it was initially portrayed
In a black and white art
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poem by April Down
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This Heaven
Had I not believed in Heaven, I simply must now;
You may be lead to query: 'This may be, yet how? '
Whensoever I may have occasion, to gaze in to your eyes,
I can see Heaven, I have no means to feign, nor disguise!
I yearn to see this Heaven, every solitary night;
I long to be humbly within your gracious sight!
If only my heart had words, oh, what it would recite-
A sweet song of my elation, my soul's delight!
Mine whole life, I have awaited to be in your embrace;
I stand now in inspired awe, at your amazing grace!
My jollity knows not bound, nor cease, I would submit!
Your love hath more power than word could admit!
But for now, this Heaven only exists when I dream,
Then I awaken to my reality, though real it did seem!
Maurice Harris,21 April 2010
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A Moth Slow Dancing In Flames
After dark
a solitary moth
clad in lackluster
traipsed across the humid air
circumnavigating dismal filigrees
like an ominous message
conveying the petrichor
It weathered the tedium
of its own gust
crumbling slivered dusts
and tread the astray thread
of light and warmth
to find a candle
weep floridly bright
Like hands reaching out -
hands shaped into
a house with an open hearth
it melted and undressed
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poem by Norman Santos
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Yet another Blast...
Strangely enough
This world is ridden
With vampires
Vampires not interested
In sucking blood out of you
But interested in spilling your blood
On the surface of the earth
To create gore and terror
Whether in stark day light
Or during a normal night
Their fangs are hidden
From all tech-savvy gadgets
They feign innocence
As they casually stroll
Amidst thick crowds
Once the job is done
They vanish as if at the day break...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Contented Mind
I weigh not Fortune's frown or smile,
I joy not much in earthly joys;
I seek not state, I reck not style,
I am not fond of fancy's toys;
I rest so pleased with what I have,
I wish no more, no more I crave.
I quake not at the thunder's crack,
I tremble not at noise of war,
I swoon not at the news of wrack,
I shrink not at a blazing star:
I fear not loss, I hope not gain,
I envy none, I none disdain.
I see ambition never pleased,
I see some Tantals starved in store;
I see gold's dropsy seldom eased,
I see e'en Midas gape for more.
I neither want, nor yet abound:
Enough's a feast; content is crown'd.
I feign not friendship where I hate,
I fawn not on the great in show,
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True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gather
Thought of thee from moments far gone, but rather
Would be witness, each day, to thine own grace
And not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!
'Justice deferred, is justice denied', a fitting way
To see into my form of thought, this and every day!
I do not seek same, as I do, for any form of personal gain;
I rally for much more, my own self-import I do not feign-
I am but a vessel, used for a world in need of change,
The thought of mine own plight, seems to me, very strange!
I know my cause to be righteous, I have never had doubt,
I look now to God to see this iniquity and to straighten it out;
Whensoever this may be done, not surely, before,
My life shall return to me again, and order shall restore!
Maurice Harris,6 February 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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A College Going Daughter's Prayer
Lord put money in my bank
And I shall call and earnestly thank
Ma who pestered Pa to bend
To her whims and bitterly end
The fight for money in my bank.....
Ma has told him it is less
What she calls the daughter's cess
For panties, knickers and monthly chum
Things so dear they hardly come
With the money in my bank........
My account should always overflow
And on my face there be a glow
I can then, dream to start
To fulfill the desires of my heart
With the money in my bank......
My sisters' told them I am down
With a viral that's profound
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poem by Ravinder Malhotra
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Art of Mask
The silk veil, the carved wood
The paper face, the painted make up
The iron armor, the invisible glass
Hide your emotion behind the weapon
The unreadable expression, the silly laugh
The threatening glare, the crocodile tear
The forced sympathy, the feign act
Hide your pain behind the denial
The secret identity, the character play
The costume rites, the dance tale
The power symbol, the master of disguise
Hide the truth behind the wall
For performance, for protection
For undercover, for impression
For distraction, for pleasure
Hide the person behind the shadow
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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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