Quotes about token, page 13
Something Had Has Broken
Everything once meant something to them.
Everything they saw and had between them then.
Now that something meant...
When they first began,
Has little left to offer.
And the pricelessness of it...
Is not merely exchanged as token!
Something had has broken!
And much of that has decreased in value!
But they wish for no one else,
To know its true worth.
When all pieces shine together.
Wishing to deplete it into nothing,
Themselves.
And they keep enforced the dullness...
Of the nothingness they are!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why?
why are so many hearts broken?
if love is a token,
a promise not to be broken?
love welcomes with arms so wide open,
no matter how close it widen,
uneasy lies he that wear the crown,
real love is real not clown,
a joy to crown
not to frown
nor ramp with mr brown.
why are so many pains unspoken
and so many hearts get broken?
...so,
why wont bring
a balance to the equation
but simaltenously,
correlatively
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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First Love
you had swept back your bangs for the first time
when I saw you under the apple tree
the flower-comb in your hair
I thought you yourself were a flower too.
you stretched out your pale white hand gently
giving me an apple:
like the ripening red of the autumn fruit
my first feeling of love
my sigh, without any awareness
touched your hair
the joys of love's offerings
drinking your love...
under a tree in the apple orchard
nature's narrow road
who left this token here?
your question gave me a piercing pleasure.
poem by Shimazaki Toson
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Grey Dog of Despair
Death? I don't know what it is.
But this I know - that death
Is twice as deep with despair.
I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose eyes
Are two red holes; whose body is a sheet
Which chokes; whose tooth
Will gnaw a living hell from cold
And tumble thoughts to ruin in his throat.
I am frightened of the Grey Dog whose tongue
Will burn the blood to dry; whose claws
Will cut the wounds which close;
Whose growl
Is a terrible token of no light, no love, no longing -
Only a mingling of mad misery and despair.
poem by Tan Pratonix
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Forever (cavatina sequence)
Forever in and out the waves roll on,
poplars quiver
as the breeze time and again rushes through them,
the small river
is slowly flowing twisting to the sea
birds deliver
worms, seed and fruit chirping to new hatchlings,
cheerful they sing and fly and slap their wings.
It feels as if all the time in the world
we still have got
when you give me a small token as a
forget-me-not;
time suddenly gets wings and I love you
more than a lot;
the sun rises and again it does descend
while all of life feels as it has no end.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Earle Birney
No agèd tourist you
Explorer guide and ever young
Who in a magic land
Where trembling minds step warily
Can see horizons out of sight
Of ordinary men
But are you not like us
Do we not follow where you lead
And are we really strangers in this realm
That seems so surely ours
You take our souls
And show them glimpses of themselves
Yet as a tourist guide
You hardly fill the role
You seek no token of our thanks
But what a gratitude there is
And envy too
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poem by Roger Clark
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In July
His beauty bore no token,
No sign our gladness shook;
With tender strength unbroken
The hand of Life he took:
But the summer flowers were falling,
Falling and fading away,
And mother birds were calling,
Crying and calling
For their loves that would not stay.
He knew not Autumn's chillness,
Nor Winter's wind nor Spring's.
He lived with Summer's stillness
And sun and sunlit things:
But when the dusk was falling
He went the shadowy way,
And one more heart is calling,
Crying and calling
For the love that would not stay.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Internet Cyberspace Slices Mind Time
who pays the piper
to play his pipe
children now on skype
follow in no groups
jump through no hoops
live in chicken coops
facebook email takes time
computer games hours do bind
internet cyberspace slices mind
never time to run catch up
many thoughts never written
shared in presence spoken
social networks
finger spoken
take list token
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Beauty Of Our Love
It has come... and we are parted...
Now I am brokenhearted...
These words are but a token -
For how could they be spoken?
Your life is at an end...
And I will miss you, friend.
You gave to me love's portion,
Without cold fear, or caution,
Without a second thought...
Our love was not for nought.
My heart was warmed within -
By purity not sin...
And memory's tender touch
Reminds me still to clutch
The essence of your kiss,
Its power not to miss -
And bless, all things above,
The beauty of... the beauty of...
The beauty of our love...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Choices, Or Destiny (For Aufie Zophy)
right and wrong,
division and hatred.
moral implications,
immoral men.
ignorance and pride,
hearts restrained by fear.
the hammer of judgement,
hands buried in pockets!
do we fly?
or watch pictures of flight?
do we care?
or live by token gestures?
do we pray?
or recite mechanical cures?
do we live?
or exist behind walls?
choices, or destiny?
truth, or salvation?
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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