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  • 11

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    If some hurtful things happen
    I want always make notes of that occurrence
    most of the times, I have no paper and pen with me
    forced to store every detail in my mind

    deep in my heart there is oft an urge to write a poem
    or a story about that horrendous event
    when the writing sessions are finished
    I can feel my mind is unloaded

    and my being is updated again
    so I feel like an avatar led by emotions
    and by sensations too

    I can tell ye
    from head to toe I have much woe
    though I am my own boss constantly

    to know the essence of poetry
    make me a heavy addictee
    and hooked on words.

    As they look and they are not used as they should be
    oh what a tragedy!

    But I can tell ye
    to tell readers with the oddest metaphors
    oft they say the most unique with those intriguing words
    it’s all absurd, writing words from alien worlds
    that IS the Beauty in Poetry
    Beauty is not what you know
    but what you feel inside while reading
    finally you can say
    It’s a trend, but I understand
    there is Beauty in that Poetry.


    Posted by Sylvia Frances Chan in Literature  ID#:640062
  • 12

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    We should see big dreams because it will encourage us to achieve.

    Posted by mrimam in Literature  ID#:638578
  • 13

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    The power of the mind is not a joke ;)

    Posted by *♥BelievingInMiracles♥* in Literature  ID#:638182
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    For what are we born if not to aid one another? :)

    Posted by *♥BelievingInMiracles♥* in Literature  ID#:638055
  • 15

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    Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life :)

    Posted by *♥BelievingInMiracles♥* in Literature  ID#:637959
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    i knew we shall meet
    alive not dead on a comfortable seat
    amongst Indian summer and autumnal hay
    the arrival was most amiable what d' you say?

    Posted by Sylvia Frances Chan in Literature  ID#:637952
  • 17

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    Words are most beautiful
    when used properly,
    through our poetic quill, speech, dialogues
    or through....Thoughts Traveling.....

    Posted by Sylvia Frances Chan in Literature  ID#:637950
  • 18

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    The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood :)

    Posted by *♥BelievingInMiracles♥* in Literature  ID#:637669
  • 19

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    Ambient-notions which encircle a sort of transmittable-otherworldliness lie at the crest of the next revolution of consciousness.

    Posted by Immortal Inquiry in Literature  ID#:632649
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    It little profits that an idle king,
    By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
    Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
    Unequal laws unto a savage race,
    That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
    I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
    Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
    Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
    That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
    Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
    Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
    For always roaming with a hungry heart
    Much have I seen and known''cities of men
    And manners, climates, councils, governments,
    Myself not least, but honored of them all,''
    And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
    Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
    I am a part of all that I have met;
    Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
    Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
    For ever and for ever when I move.
    How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
    To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
    As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
    Were all too little, and of one to me
    Little remains; but every hour is saved
    From that eternal silence, something more,
    A bringer of new things; and vile it were
    For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
    And this gray spirit yearning in desire
    To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
    Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
    This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
    To whom I leave the scepter and the isle,
    Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
    This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
    A rugged people, and through soft degrees
    Subdue them to the useful and the good.
    Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
    Of common duties, decent not to fail
    In offices of tenderness, and pay
    Meet adoration to my household gods,
    When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
    There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
    There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
    Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me,
    That ever with a frolic welcome took
    The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
    Free hearts, free foreheads''you and I are old;
    Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
    Death closes all; but something ere the end,
    Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
    Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
    The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
    The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
    Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
    'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
    Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    Of all the western stars, until I die.
    It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
    It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    Though much is taken, much abides; and though
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

    Posted by Anonymous in Literature  ID#:630419

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