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To Be In Love - Gwendolyn Brooks Nov 03, 2023

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To Be In Love, By Gwendolyn Brooks
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.

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Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.
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Surviving - Amanda Gorman Oct 27, 2023

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Surviving, By Amanda Gorman
These words need not be red for our blood to run
through them.
When tragedy threatens to end us, we are flooded
by what is felt;
Our faces fluctuating, warped like an acre passing
Seasons. Perhaps the years are plotted & planned
Just like seeds in a fresh-plowed field.
When we dream, we act only with instinct.
We might not be fully sure of all that we are.
& yet we have endured all that we were.
Even now we're shuddering:
The revelation aching.
It didn't have to be this way.
In fact, it did not have to be.
The gone were/are no threshold,
No stepstone beneath our feet.
Even as they did not die
For us, we shall move for them.
We shall only learn when we let this loss,
Like us, sing on & on.

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Prose and Cons Talk: Hearts grown dull, lovers of the world. Oct 27, 2023

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Isaiah 6:10 Make the heart of this people dull, and their ears heavy, and blind their eyes; lest they see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.”

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Domestic Violence Awareness Month Message Oct 27, 2023

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Domestic violence takes place in our nation every minute of every day, occurring just about every 15 seconds. Most Americans don’t realize just how real domestic violence is and how many lives are affected by it. Most of these cases are left behind closed doors. That’s why the Domestic Violence Awareness Month was introduced to not only educate and raise that awareness but bring the support and strength that domestic violence victims need. Domestic violence awareness month was first introduced back in 1981 by the National Coalition Against Domestic violence. It was created not only to bring more awareness to others but to connect and unify the millions of affected victims that had been battered due to domestic violence.
(www.domesticviolence.org)

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Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas (Revised Version) Remix Oct 20, 2023

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Revised Version of Do not go gentle into that good night. By: Dylan Thomas
Please go gentle into that good night,
Old age shouldn’t burn and rave at close of day;
Don’t rage, why rage against the dying of the light?
Wise men at their end look forward to that heavenly light,
Their lives will no longer be filled with pain and strife,
They will go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how you should
take the free gift of the water of life.
So don’t Rage, Don’t rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, surely their reward is on its way,
They will go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze at the face of Jesus Christ,
So don’t Rage, Don’t rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Sing, bless, me now with your last words, I pray.
You will go gentle into that good night.
Don’t rage, Don’t rage against the dying of the light.

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When the Year Grows Old - Edna St. Vincent Millay Oct 20, 2023

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When the Year Grows Old, By Edna St. Vincent Millay
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!
She used to watch the swallows
Go down across the sky,
And turn from the window
With a little sharp sigh.
And often when the brown leaves
Were brittle on the ground,
And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound,
She had a look about her
That I wish I could forget—
The look of a scared thing
Sitting in a net!
Oh, beautiful at nightfall
The soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs
Rubbing to and fro!
But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,
And the boiling of the kettle
Were beautiful to her!
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old—
October—November—
How she disliked the cold!

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Trees - Joyce Kilmer Oct 13, 2023

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Trees, By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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Prose and Cons Talk: Halloween Exposed Oct 13, 2023

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I walked down Melbourne Street
to hear the bands play ghoulish melodies.
Someone yelled, "I've witnessed a murder."
I saw him lurking around the corner,
and instantly noticed his sideburns.
His cape was black and wrinkled and
blood was on his T-Shirt.
People ran to see the crime scene,
but the man disappeared.
They found body parts in a brazier.
It smelled liked beans and barbecue ribs.
The police thought it was joke,
but real blood was on the rest of the corpse.
A girl identified a tall white man,
and said he drove off in an old green van.
I told an officer about the creep,
He said his name is Vampire Pete,
A famous ventriloquist,
He killed his wife by accident.
He thought she was a mannequin.
They stopped his suicide attempt,
The wicked fool had rope marks on his neck.

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A Red, Red Rose - Robert Burns Oct 06, 2023

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A Red, Red Rose, By Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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Prose and Cons Talk: A Plea to Steve Harvey Oct 06, 2023

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Prose and Cons Talk: A Plea to Steve Harvey
Emmy® Award-winning entertainer, radio personality, motivational speaker, New York Times best-selling author, businessman, and philanthropist. From a young age Steve Harvey knew that he wanted to be on TV. He held fast to his dream, against all odds for a stuttering African American boy in the 1960s. His unrelenting pursuit formed one of Harvey’s life philosophies: “You have to dream big and believe that you will succeed.” Steve Harvey was born January 17, 1957, in Welch, West Virginia, as Broderick Stephen Harvey. He is the son of Jesse Harvey, a coal miner, and his wife, Eloise Vera Harvey, a Sunday school teacher. He grew up in Cleveland, Ohio, and remains a Cleveland man at heart. Steve’s family didn’t have much, but their lives were full with their faith. Before Harvey achieved his stardom, he made a promise to God that if he made it, he would thank Him and spread the word. Harvey honors that promise by thanking God at the end of every show and by sharing his gratitude with the audience.
(www.steveharvey.com)

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