Quotes about estranged, page 8
Prayer Of The Meek
My Lord, please set my heart to make amends,
Fill me words of truth, not of one deranged,
Make me so meek towards some estranged friends,
Whose tongues to scorpions' tails have so exchanged;
Let not my pen be sharper than their swords,
My coat, make not of more colors than theirs,
Give me wisdom as modesty affords,
I only act for good, my heart declares;
I drank perfumes to scent the words I spoke,
And closed my eyes to purify my thoughts,
With fettered hands, to burden I did yoke,
My pen, not sharp enough to make onslaughts;
……My Lord, make me as light where so I pass,
…..Or let me fly so not to tread the grass.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I Die Of Self
I die of self, are of my own wiles free,
free from my own iniquity
while humbly I ask
my God to live in me
Since I am living estranged from what I have been
changes have been made unseen
by Him that dwell in my heart,
and for His service, for His love I am keen
and day-by-day I am crucified,
while I am struggling like Him that died,
am struggling against the darkness of my own will
but while He lives in me, to Him I am tied,
while death of self and life together go
it’s only His will that I know
and happiness fills my mind and soul
and I wish it to be forever so.
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poem by Gert Strydom
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet I
Care killed a cat, and I have cares at home,
Which vex me nightly and disturb my bed.
The things I love have all grown wearisome;
The things that loved me are estranged or dead.
I have a house most fair, but tenanted
With shadows only, gardens of tall trees,
Fenced in and made secure from every dread
But this one terror, my soul's lack of ease.
I have much wealth of pleasure, horse and hound,
Woods broad for sport, and fields that are my own,
With neighbours of good cheer to greet me round,
And servants tried by whom my will is done.
Here all things live at peace in this dear place,
All but my pride, which goes companionless.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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When my lover put the sea between us
When my lover put the sea between us
And went wandering in Italy
My poor silly heart miscalled his journey—
'Leaving me'.
Towns of Spain and Italy he stayed in,
Each and all of them to me unknown;
How could he find pleasure being a lover,
Being alone!
Truly I was not as fair as Venice,
Noble as Siena, strange as Rome.
Certainly he loved Milan and Florence
More than home.
I believed his absence had estranged us
And across the heart-dividing sea
Sent him word that I no longer loved him.
Foolish me!
Came his answer after months of waiting
Echoing my letter, lie for lie.
Truth or lies I know not. Which unfaithful,
He or I.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXXVIII
TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED
Why did you love me? Was it not enough
That the world loved you, all the world and I?
Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff
That it might trifle with inconstancy
And love and cease to love and yet not die?
Heaven was your throne by right of happiness
And Earth your footstool. All things great and high
Waited your bidding, love itself no less.
Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place
In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved,
A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face,
If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved,
Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how
Shall you blush less to be apostate now?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Edge of Town
Forgiveness cleans the sordid soul
Your pearls are prodigal dreams
Supple beams of dusky night
Flesh of silk moonlight
Black leather gloves
Shadows gather on her bed
We are the broken vows
Jackson Pollock, Willem De Kooning
Mark Rothko, Julian Schnabel
Nature inward circles
What is the world?
Reduced to lines
Abstract bins of categories
Melody crushed beneath the absurd
Colors drenched in lithium
Come home
Deconstrutionist hell
In the quiet gallery
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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Ah love, but a day
Ah love, but a day
And the world on me has changed
The sun is away
And the birds to me estranged
One painful word from her voluptuous lips
And my whole world eclipsed
A bitter punctuating word, in a piercing phrase
My life is phased
The wind in mid air has dropped
And the skies grey, dull, deranged
Summer has stopped cold
Autumn perplexed over warmed
Stars in the murky skies madly shot
The pale moon in its orbit lost
Come, grow old with me
And the best yet to be
So you said
So I dread
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poem by Isaac Ziv
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Poetics 8...
Jose de la Cruz: i've never entered church again
and the priests have forgotten my name
my face my
everything
i am a stranger now
estranged, detached from the navel of
the catholic religion
i do have a navel myself
just one
lonely, isolated navel
uncleaned
unwashed with alcohol
i am unhygienic
avoid me i may contaminate you
i am jose de la cruz
convicted of bad faith
lost and
hiding
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Full Stop
I allowed you to tread on me unflinchingly.
My mind on pause,
ungrieved you turn back the clock.
Enough to stun the century,
I take cognisance of divine’s club foot.
I did not believe in self-pity
but I was racing against time
to avoid a jealous path running with me.
Yet I was sleeping on bushes of estranged thorns
without locking my golden age.
Tulips are no more my favourites.
You have to dig deep to plant the bulbs
and wait. When death opens the door for me,
I wanted to be free from any commitment
and ready to walk in, like a foot soldier.
This cosmos is mine, body is for you.
It no more obeys my command.
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poem by Satish Verma
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Here’s a Health to King Charles
Bring the bowl which you boast,
Fill it up to the brim;
’Tis to him we love most,
And to all who love him.
Brave gallants, stand up,
And avaunt ye, base carles!
Were there death in the cup,
Here’s a health to King Charles.
Though he wanders through dangers,
Unaided, unknown,
Dependent on strangers,
Estranged from his own;
Though ’tis under our breath,
Amidst forfeits and perils,
Here’s to honor and faith,
And a health to King Charles!
Let such honors abound
As the time can afford,
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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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