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What Look Hath She

What look hath she,
What majestie,
That must so high approve her?
What graces move
That I so love,
That I so greatly love her?

No majestie
But Truth hath She;
Thoughts sweet and gracious move her;
That straight approve
My heart to love,
And all my life to love her!

poem by Mary Colborne-Veel
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Harangue

It's not a Halloween dream but on the particular day
A mass speech by a half God and the rest half devil,
Straight away called my name and asked;
'Hey! Scribbler what do you want exactly? '
'My honored Sir, if it's a pain relief cream that would be greatly appreciated.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Scared And Lonely

as i sit here
scared and lonely
i here the
windows moaning

As i sit here
scared and lonely
i feel depression
grabbing me slowly

As I sit here
scared and lonely
life is getting shorter
if only minutely

As i sit here
scared and lonely
i CUT to make life
greatly shorter

poem by Jordan Everly
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You know, this business is pure luck. It truly is. There is a tangible amount of luck that is necessary for a successful career, and the only way that luck happens is if you're prepared for it and you stick with it. If you drop out of the scene, your opportunity for luck diminishes greatly.

quote by Bryan Cranston
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An Epigram On The Same Occasion.

So little giv'n at Chapel Door!--
This People doubtless must be poor:
So much at Gaming thrown away!--
No Nation sure so rich as they.
Britons, 'twere greatly for your Glory,
Should those, who shall transmit your Story,
Their Notions of your Grandeur frame,
Not as you give, but as you game.

poem by Mary Barber
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Child Of The Sun

A child of the sun
let me frolic in the morn dew
amongst the birdsong
bring me light and warmth
a breeze of fresh air
let me laugh and sing
bring me the bluest sky
bring me hope and life
stay your wind for a while
and hold your rain
bring me for a day or week
a sun which shines greatly
upon this young earth

poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Englishman

He is an Englishman!
For he himself has said it,
And it's greatly to his credit,
That he is an Englishman!
For he might have been a Roosian,
A French, or Turk, or Proosian,
Or perhaps Itali-an!
But in spite of all temptations,
To belong to other nations,
He remains an Englishman!
Hurrah!
For the true-born Englishman!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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I Loved You...And You Lied

It simply grieves my heart
To even say goodbye
For every single part
Of me just wants to die
And time has all but ceased
My feelings are all numbed
The pain greatly increased
To this heartbreak I succumb
There seems a lost tomorrow
For our dear Love has died
No, You cannot grasp my sorrow
I loved you... and you lied.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Wishing The Impossible

I returned to my small back garden,
To the scorched sensation of summer sun,
Sharp twitters of birds greeted me in the trees,
Ahh… the roses as fresh as ever!

However, one-thing is greatly missing,
Causing a gaping hole in my heart,
Feeling of loneliness among the familiar surroundings,
Left me wishing for the impossible.

poem by Desert Life
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Roasted On The Fire

In the middle of the road,
The birds of the air flew above me with a signal;
But you wre nowhere to be found.

Blemish,
Unleavened,
Must only be roasted on the fire!
But you wre nowhere to be found.

Villainy,
Disfigured,
Humiliated,
Greatly ashamed!
But you were nowhere to be found,
And the day ended with a sad note.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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