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Dreams: Langston Hughes

 

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken- winged bird

That cannot fly.

 

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

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sorry this isnt poetry but i thought was always nice to know

 

For instance, all those who sinned without law will also perish without law;+ but all those who sinned under law+ will be judged by law.+ 13  For the hearers of law are not the ones righteous before God, but the doers+ of law will be declared righteous.+ 14  For whenever people of the nations+ that do not have law+ do by nature the things of the law,+ these people, although not having law, are a law to themselves. 15  They are the very ones who demonstrate the matter of the law to be written in their hearts,+ while their conscience+ is bearing witness with them and, between their own thoughts, they are being accused+ or even excused. 16  This will be in the day when God through Christ Jesus judges+ the secret+ things of mankind,+ according to the good news I declare.+17  If, now, you are a Jew in name+ and are resting upon law+and taking pride in God,+ 18  and you know his will+ and approve of things that are excellent* because you are orally instructed out of the Law;+ 19  and you are persuaded that you are a guide of the blind,+ a light for those in darkness,+ 20  a corrector of the unreasonable ones,+ a teacher of babes,+ and having the framework*+ of the knowledge and of the truth+ in the Law— 21  do you, however, the one teaching someone else, not teach yourself?+ You, the one preaching “Do not steal,”+ do you steal?+ 22  You, the one saying “Do not commit adultery,”*+do you commit adultery? You, the one expressing abhorrence of the idols, do you rob+ temples? 23  You, who take pride in law, do you by your transgressing of the Law+ dishonor God? 24  For “the name of God is being blasphemed on account of YOU people among the nations”;+ just as it is written.25  Circumcision+ is, in fact, of benefit only if you practice law;+ but if you are a transgressor of law, your circumcision+ has become uncircumcision.+ 26  If, therefore, an uncircumcised+person keeps the righteous requirements+ of the Law, his uncircumcision will be counted as circumcision, will it not?+27  And the uncircumcised [person] that is such by nature will, by carrying out the Law, judge you+ who with its written code and circumcision are a transgressor of law. 28  For he is not a Jew who is one on the outside,+ nor is circumcision that which is on the outside upon the flesh.+ 29  But he is a Jew who is one on the inside,+ and [his] circumcision is that of the heart+ by spirit, and not by a written code.+ {{{The praise+ of that one comes, not from men, but from God}}}+

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 Tom Sawyer:Rush

 

A modern day warrior

mean, mean stride

today's Tom Sawyer

 mean, mean pride

 

though his mind is not for rent

don't put him down as arrogant

his reserve, a quiet defense

riding out the days events

        the river

What you say about his company

is what you say about society

catch the mist, catch the myth

catch the mystery, catch the drift

 

the world is, the world is

life and love are deep

maybe as his sky's are wide

 

 today's Tom Sawyer

he get's high on you

and the space he invades

he gets by on you

 

no his mind is not for rent

to any "dog" or government

always hopeful, yet discontent

he knows changes aren't permanent

but change is

 

what you say about his company

is what you say about society

catch the witness, catch the wit

catch the spirit, catch the spit

 

the world is the world is

love and life are deep

maybe as his eyes are wide

 

Exit the warrior

today's Tom Sawyer

he gets high on you

and the energy you trade

he gets right on to the friction of the day

Edited by littlejoe3

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Movement of the common man: Styx

 

Another day takes upon you

a fan fare wakes the land

the naked lives just a shining down

at the dawn of the common man

 

Outside in the madding crowd

he laughs along the way

traffic city, what a pity

it doesn't have a word to say

 

troubled people, billions of people

they can't seem to understand

their ringing ears are unable to hear

the sounds of the natural plan

 

yeah yeah yeah yeah

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1st Corinthians 13, 4-8

 

Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It doesn't dishonor others, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres,

Love never fails.

But where there are prophesies; they will cease, where there are tongues, they will be stilled, where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Edited by littlejoe3

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naivety

it is

my finger touching the sky

naivety

it is

when i am ready

to wash my hands

naivety

it is

when i

have an image

it is you

kissed

by my trembling lips

don't go away

naivety

don't slip me away

from your loving caress

naivety

i would like spitting

for what i saw

i would like crying

for what i ve heard

but i am

human

i can stop

and wait

naivety

to come

inside of me

again

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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The shield of two dreams. N. Scott Momaday In the presence of the sun.

 

The shield of two dreams.

Dark water stared from her sleep, listening hard, holding her breath. There was, at a distance, the sound of a running horse, of hooves chipping rapidly at the hard winter ground. Strangely, there was no urgency in it, only the flat rapping of the hooves, the right rhythm of a running horse. It grew louder, than fainter; and then it was no more. She had not even thought of crying out. Then it occurred to her that no one else had heard. Her mother and father, her two sisters were there, almost within her reach, and they had not heard. They breathed easily in their sleep. Not one dog in the whole camp had heard. There was now only a deep, silent wake.

The next morning Dark Water told her father Green Shirt of what she had heard. " it approached as close as the stand of willows on Hungry Child Creek," she said. Green Shirt said nothing at first, setting his face in a frown. Then he said, " I dreamed of this before you were born, of a shield with owl feathers." And, sure enough, in the stand of willows there was the shield. It was very old and beautiful. " The shield was revealed to me in a dream long ago," said Green Shirt, " but it came to me at last in your dream. Now, when I hold it up to others, to my friends and enemies, I shall say, " This is my shield, and this is my daughter's shield! Behold!

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I stood upon the crest of the highest mountain

Calling down to those who dared to follow

That I might have attained the greatest of the heights

But a voice from above called out to me:

'Rest not upon your foolish pride

For you have taken but a single step

And as you await to come

There are those who patiently wait for you'

 

I was alone  unto myself

Content with the stillness of the sleepy forest

,When he arose out of the glowing embers of my fire,

And filled the darkened sky as he smiled upon the night

And thus are the words he silently spoke unto my soul:

"I ask not for your understanding, but you quiet acceptance

I seek not your respect but the unsung song of your heart" :

For lonely is the flower of my soul and still are the night's upon the ear

And as I stand in the silence of time, none save the mountains shall ever understand me;

For they too have bleed from the depth of their rocky soul

 

A thousand lifetimes have past since my passion first spoke unto me these words:

" Go forth that which is locked within the timelessness of your soul

And trust the listener  to understand"

But the voice of Wisdom answered:

"It would be better perhaps to leave the truth unsaid;

For the listener shall hear your words that clothe the truth,

But will not see the veil of their disguise

 

And hearing this caused my passion to cry,

For he knew that Wisdom always spoke for an enlightened reason;

And my Wisdom wept also,

For there was no joy being right at his brothers expense

So now I come to you that the thirst of my soul will be quenched

And the truth be unveiled before the eyes of the world

 

Daniel: Reflections of the dawn

Edited by littlejoe3

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Auguries of innocence By William Blake

 

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Catterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swadling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some ar Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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Red  (inspired by red stickers)

 

First glimpses of light

captures my inner sighs

no flight

of imagery can dissolve

the sprout

of the middle night

accepting the sign
on the product of hands
it is no bargain
plasters
and places where love's domain
circle of life
let a peaceful
strain
strings of pearls
mark the line of a beautiful neck
together is better than being alone
and alive
but circle of life lets
mark on us
each part shouts
for a peaceful
strand
accepting the sign

 

(it's me writing)

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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The Angel By William Blake

 

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

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A Divine Image - Poem by William Blake
 

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

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I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th'unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
'There is no peace on earth, ' I said
'For hate is strong, and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.'

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
'God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.'

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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Oh mistress mine. Where are you roaming?

 

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

 

William Shakespeare

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Clown In The Moon - Poem by Dylan Thomas

 

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

 

( i love the pierrot's character)

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Don't go far off

 

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

 

Pablo Neruda

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