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No Matter What Happens

No matter what happens,
We will always pull through,
We have a love so strong,
That together we can do anything.

We will take each others hands,
Stand proud and tall,
Kiss away each others pain,
Till everything is okay.

When things get us down,
We will help each other smile,
Share our thoughts and feelings,
Lay together for awhile.

No matter what good or bad things happen,
It doesn't matter as we will be together,
Loving each other greatly,
Never leaving each other behind.

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poem by Goddess Of Love
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A Sonnet Fashioned Old

'Our love will never last a week, I fear-'
That's to say t'will last a hundred year.
As long as mortal flesh will cling to bone
Some part of my affection you will own;
'My character's a very different sort-'
Hey, the Gemini cannot purport
To shine in parity to equal we-
Provable by spectrography;
Our fortunes are of greatly different share-'
That's to say we both, in kind, are poor,
For one man's simple is another's sumptious fare;
'I'm a royalist and you're a Tory-'
That's to say that love will end the story
Of rich and poor and infamy and glory.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled or how the doer of deeds might have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Primitive

I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night. We sit
quietly, side by side, to eat,
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.

Anonymous submission.

poem by Sharon Olds
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Sonnet: Euthanasia

Euthanasia or mercy-killing,
Of human beings greatly suffering;
The doctor helping them to die their way,
In a pleasant style, on their chosen day.

O Healer and scholar of medicine!
Is it ethical to do this great sin?
Extend thou the lives of diseased patients;
But in cutting life’s strand, where’s thy defense?

Maybe, ’tis a service you do to him!
Who yearns to die than suffer a life grim;
But to use thy skills to abet a man’s death!
Doth God allow thee to take his last breath?

O doctor of today! You think well twice;
Is Euthanasia a thing nice?

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God Dislikes Sins Not Sinners

The Lord is holy, so He wants all men
To keep their bodies, minds very sacred,
Obey Commandments to enter Heaven,
Perform rituals, whatever He has said.

Sin is one thing that God greatly abhors;
Sin is a stain on soul God must remove;
God knows by nature that man often errs;
He therefore, forgives him because of love.

A sin done once attracts sure punishment;
Sin is like cancer defying a cure;
God has with Man a certain agreement,
To keep Commandments and Heaven ensure.

God’s only Son died on the Cross for Man,
Redeeming sinners, to ensure Heaven.

poem by John Celes
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Desultoriness

The vagaries of experience and emotion
Carry such weight, like waves of might,
Whose strength is in the waters of the ocean -
There is one who knows the flows of life best
And moves through it all,
The rises, the falls, the work and the rest -
All that we are, and feel
Absurdity and necessity,
Living metaphors of truth so real -
The human affinity to find the Inexplicable
Courts the call of it all,
Through days and nights, seeming so typical -
The greatly troubled human incongruity
Is mystically found and bound,
Within each human heart beat, filled with the blood of Divinity -

poem by Smoky Hoss
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April Sonnet

This April passes by me like the wind
New troubles rise as tension slowly grows
Despair has come and seems to have no end
For many fools have greatly brought new woes
But to my true friends did I quickly turn
They found for me my hidden days of joy
For even fools themselves will one day learn
They can not play with me for I’m no toy
Even in the midst of my confusion
At last I found new joy in her sweet eyes
Though again t’was bitter sweet illusion
And once again another white dove cries
To a dying April, follows May’s birth
With hope may May bring back some joy to earth

poem by Benjamin A. Wellman
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Kiss Me Again

Baby kiss me again..
I'really miss your daily kiss.
Miss a honey kiss like a sugar.
Miss a morning kiss like a warm dew.
Miss a night kiss like a moon light.
Miss a longing kiss like a warmth night.
Baby kiss me again please...........
I'really needs your desir kiss.
needs a affectionate greeting kiss like a sun kissed the beautyful moon.
I'needs a love kiss like a sea embraced the mount.
I'needs a honeymoon kiss again like a flower bee greatly missed.
I'nedds a kiss of desir like a memories of the silent river.
Baby kiss me again please...
wherever you are, kiss me from a dream.

poem by Dwi utami
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Not For that City

Not for that city of the level sun,
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze—
The shadeless, sleepless city of white days,
White nights, or nights and days that are as one—
We weary, when all is said , all thought, all done.
We strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see
What, from the threshold of eternity
We shall step into. No, I think we shun
The splendour of that everlasting glare,
The clamour of that never-ending song.
And if for anything we greatly long,
It is for some remote and quiet stair
Which winds to silence and a space for sleep
Too sound for waking and for dreams too deep.

poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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