Quotes about token, page 14
Tryst
Somewhere thou awaitest,
And I, with lips unkissed,
Weep that thus to latest
Thou puttest off our tryst!
The golden bowls are broken,
The silver cords untwine;
Almond flowers in token
Have bloomed,---that I am thine!
Others who would fly thee
In cowardly alarms,
Who hate thee and deny thee,
Thou foldest in thine arms!
How shall I entreat thee
No longer to withhold?
I dare not go to meet thee,
O lover, far and cold!
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poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Words fed on dust
There are some words
Fed on the dust
Ash fallen sound
Reaching deep cries
The noise of which hurts
Though thrown away cast
Down to the ground
Undead it’ll rise
In winds and storms
Rain cradle of tears
When no heart warms
Lost forgotten years
The time of their birth
Dark swallowed patches
And the silent dirge
That no music matches
Placed on a hearth
They’ll burn and surge
Like candles broken
Melting in wax
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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Medicine
Peace grows out of joy for the unity of brethren,
I fell for light, forging a plan towards an acceleration;
It left a print of power, joyous beauty was about,
I fetched the box offered to me as sign of the bout
That kept wishes and sauces, the result of anarchy
From the bad food eaten, calling for the need of dermatology.
Doctors inspired peace, that summoned heaven,
It accepted us by sudden manoeuvres, from the churchman.
Heavenly medicine is a token of beautiful enterprise,
The medicine to taste guesses and does anaesthetize.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To shake the mountain
She felt your warmth
And enriched her youth.
She gave her vision
And lifted up your passion.
She accepted your verses
And digested your praises.
Every call she answered
And kept you enthused.
Your gifts were at her hand.
You had been in her land.
She does all to your wants
As long as there was no trace
for others to trace them,
Beyond which she retreated.
Her stake, you understand.
The mountain you have shaken.
Be happy with that token.
Shaking the mountain
Is more than lifting the rock.
That pride gives you a long ride.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lion's Apology
I'm sorry,
so very sorry
I'm sorry that I'm unsensitive
and that I'm so assertive
I'm sorry I quench my alcoholic thirst
instead of thinking of you first
I'm sorry I cut my hair
as if you didn't even care
I'm sorry I scream in your ears
after one too many beers
I'm sorry I took it as a token
when our relationship was broken
I'm sorry I didn't even bother
to tell you I slept with her
I'm sorry you cried
after I lied
But please, O please!
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poem by Paul the Lion
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Sorrow's Twin
I am sorrow's twin,
No smiles here.
I have forgotten the sound
Of my own laughter...
I ramble around in dark rooms,
Stand in corners of dispair.
Can't get out of here.
My twin, sorrow,
Lay heavy on my chest,
So heavly I cannot rest.
Go away, you foolish whims
Speaking in whispers of a
Better tomorrow...
Leave me here with my twin
Sorrow!
She knows me better than you;
Makes no promises to be
Broken,
Gives out no token
Lies of peace and truth.
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poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Today I am from Iraq
The monument to the ruler is pulled down,
trampled under foreign feet
and today you will meet me in the street
and today I am a Muslim, from Iraq
although my blood
is that of a different nation.
Once a child, a man in the street
who had been a soldier,
forced into the army of the fatherland.
Here my house had been bombed
into ruins, shattered like pieces of glass
and where my life once was,
my farm, my business
everything is now looted, busted or broken
as a token of the foreign invasion
and humiliation.
[Reference: Babi Yar by Yevgeny Yevtushenko.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Van der Decken
Sometimes just before a breaking storm
standing at the old wooden tiller of your ship
far away from the Cape shore
you sail forever more,
smitten to ride the waves eternally
even with a windless pail stormy sky
driving your ancient ship across the sea
with it creaking, with sails trembling
with the woodwork ages long needing repair
right out of the forming fog
you appear with a fist clenched above your head
still cursing the creator God
as a token to all men,
even witnessed by a king,
by naval ships at war
you Van der Decken, sail on forever more.
poem by Gert Strydom
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That Moment...when the Votes were Counted - Parody Ted HUGHES – Crow
When the votes were counted, conform with their little crosses,
with the ballot-boxes lying empty
like empty promises splashed over a Westminster canvas,
and the only independant candidate left in the world
lay broken
in a vice-like grip, not even a token
opposition remained, - gone forever...
candid expression censored forever,
and the body politic hung drawn and quartered by politicians for ever
on an abandoned world among abandoned constitutions,
free thinkers erased together,
even Crow had to start searching for fresh pickings...
29 July 1991
poem by Jonathan Robin
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No Token Kind of Love
And when I see you again...
After tensions have been suspended!
Let us take our hearts beyond places teased,
But left frozen!
To chill to appease those who wanted to see us part!
We gave them that unsighted right!
And did not fight to warm our love!
They could not accept...
We were interracially connected!
It was never the color of our skins
That shattered the torment that lived within us.
We want...
And must be together!
This is beyond description.
Or barriers that keep us broken!
Unspoken we know this is...
No token kind of love we give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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