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All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears.

quote by Alfred Douglas
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Infidelity

I love you all
not the way you think
I still love my wife
my missing link
a link that binds time and pain
a friend to share tears
this will always remain
the deepest feelings that come from within
even though fooling around with you
is a mortal sin

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Link by link the coat of mail is made.

French proverbs
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Prisoner

Long I fought the driving lists,
Plume a-stream and armor clanging;
Link on link, between my wrists,
Now my heavy freedom's hanging.

poem by Dorothy Parker
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Robert of Lincoln

Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,
Robert of Lincoln is telling his name.
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Snug and safe is this nest of ours,
Hidden among the summer flowers.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly dressed,
Wearing a bright, black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders, and white his crest,
Hear him call in his merry note,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Look what a nice, new coat is mine;
Sure there was never a bird so fine.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,
Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings,
Passing at home a patient life,
Broods in the grass while her husband sings,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Brood, kind creature, you need not fear
Thieves and robbers while I am here.
Chee, chee, chee.

Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggart, and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Never was I afraid of man,
Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can.
Chee, chee, chee.

Six white eggs on a bed of hay,
Flecked with purple, a pretty sight:
There as the mother sits all day,
Robert is singing with all his might,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Nice good wife that never goes out,
Keeping house while I frolic about.
Chee, chee, chee.

Soon as the little ones chip the shell,
Six wide mouths are open for food;
Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well,
Gathering seeds for the hungry brood:
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
This new life is likely to be
Hard for a gay young fellow like me.
Chee, chee, chee.

Robert of Lincoln at length is made
Sober with work, and silent with care,
Off is his holiday garment laid,
Half forgotten that merry air,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
Nobody knows but my mate and I,
Where our nest and our nestlings lie.
Chee, chee, chee.

Summer wanes; the children are grown;
Fun and frolic no more he knows;
Robert of Lincoln's a hum-drum drone;
Off he flies, and we sing as he goes,
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink,
When you can pipe that merry old strain,
Robert of Lincoln, come back again.
Chee, chee, chee.

poem by William Cullen Bryant
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It's not difficult in South Africa for the ordinary person to see the link between capitalism and racist exploitation, and when one sees the link one immediately thinks in terms of a socialist alternative.

quote by Joe Slovo
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To link

Necessary to link
All weather connectivity
To link telling truth
Always is a must
Only by telling truth
Always the tongue get
True taste.

Camel may enter
In to the hole of
The needle
Unless one tell truth
It is not possible
To escape from this
Worldly bond.

Be srtaight
Be steady
Be firm
Be truthful
All weather connectivity
Is open with you
And link open.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Among peoples who are geographically grouped together like the peoples of Europe there must exist a sort of federal link. It is this link which I wish to endeavour to establish.

quote by Aristide Briand
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I am ever mindful of the legacy of my grandfather, the founder of this Kingdom, who had said to me that he perceived his life as a link in a continuous chain of those who served our nation and that he expected me to be a new and strong link in the same chain.

quote by King Hussein I
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I Dont Write Poetry!

i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...

no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blood Sweat And Tears

We have nothing to offer
you.. say the cows of
their gravy.. but our
blood, sweat, and tears.

How is it that their
tears..
are crystalline and clear
when they are made of
crimson blood and torn
from their broken hearts?

How is it that such tiny
orbs.. can contain
a globe of suffering?

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(to Ingrid Newkirk..
No 2 people in the animal rights movement agree on priorities
or tactics, but Ingrid Newkirk, cofounder of PETA, has with the help
of members and volunteers and other groups around the world
built a 2 million member organization which is currently asking people
to boycott KFC)
(blood sweat and tears: blood containing animal fat, sweat containing
trioxypurine or uric acid, more harmful than caffein, and tears
containing terror hormones of adrenalin)

poem by Saiom Shriver
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The truth is that we can learn to condition our minds, bodies, and emotions to link pain or pleasure to whatever we choose. By changing what we link pain and pleasure to, we will instantly change our behaviors.

quote by Tony Robbins
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An act of poetry

Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry

A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art

Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation

Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:

The pen be our salvation.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Life As Sequencing

i was born on January of 1961
on the 29th day
i grew up in a little barrio
there were no books
but there were many trees there

then i was sent to a city school
studied hard and consistently
made to the top of the class

then i went to a university
studied the sciences, religion and the arts
lots of philosophy in there
and poetry

then i got employed
by some notable companies
where i earned money
where i got a name
where i learned the language of
diplomacy and survival

then one day, in noticed that in this
sequencing of my life
something has gone wrong

it is not the marriage
it is something else, it something that
you also know, the missing link
one that makes you wish
you were dead
one that makes you numb
the reason why you have sleepless nights
and lousy mornings

it is this link that gives you a feeling of loss
and grief
this emptiness that stays in your stomach
you are not hungry
you just feel it

it is the same feeling you have now
and you know very well why

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry Dream.

I drift Yeah ~ ~ ~ ~ drift,
Network at home and abroad to find changed,
Finally came to this piece of land,
This is the poetry of the static earth?
Hoped to write a good poem,
To allow them across the oceans.

They become afraid of heavy stones,
Not sensual in the sink into the sea!
How many years after writing poetry?
This life caught in the areas of poetry,
Poets seem to lose direction.

Not to warble his life sentence,
Poetry is difficult as the expense of my new hand,
He voted Shigao nowhere Monet,
Sometimes, as the water is no longer up,
Poet dead bodies over the sea.

Poems written to a basis
Vernacular into a good poem, rare words,
But thousands of miles seeking Hello,
Poetry does not seek out the words parallelism.

Present the most chaotic poetry,
Have you written in classical Chinese poetry Link old-fashioned,
Vernacular writing to another, then no taste,
But to one day rushed into cloud,
To break the shackles of poetry,
Create a new charm,
Freedom to write my hope,
Unrestricted write a new realm.

poem by Albert Wong
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Link Of Love

Sister is
Love...
Brother is
Love...

Father is
Love
Mother is love...
Wife is love...

Husband is
Love...
Love and love...
Theay are familey...

Love is making
A link of relation...
The world...
With love and love...

You want link
Do the love...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Reason For Achilles Death

And when fire bred no breath within him,
did he inculcate innocuities...his being?

He had tred intrepid cities' tears underfoot,
while gods forged, in tandem, stronger plate

For his head, chest...deemed unnecessary by
miscreant mortal within, misbegotten in Time.

Achilles dealt his brother's valor a trifle,
bauble, for value.

In turn, Achilles brother knew that weak link,
gods' foolishness. Awarded his great brother

Syncopation of laughter, and revenge...
Silence.

poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Of Poetry

Of poetry, beautiful is the name,
For my heart has manufactured its claim
Of words that adjusted it to flame.

Of poetry, wonderful is the power,
For my heart has blossomed like the light flower
With rosiness it arranges in shower.

Of poetry, tremendous is the peak,
For my heart through and through its beat did speak
Of profoundness that boosted it to tweak.

Of poetry, creative is the work
For my heart, in thought imagery did lurk.
Along inspiration, up it did perk.

Of poetry, heavenly is the joy,
For my heart smelt it like a baby boy
Of whiteness who does with glee to employ.

Of poetry, authentic is the life,
For my heart has acquired truth that is rife,
Decent in harmony to free it from strife.

Of poetry, intimate is the food,
For my heart to be lightened with high mood,
Be nutrified in a circumstance good.

Of poetry, radiant is the light,
For my heart got the view of sunshine bright,
It ascended up to the sky in flight.

Of poetry, elating is the drink,
For my heart towards merriment to link
Ever so aeonian to it to think

Of poetry, delightful is the sound,
For my heart to its music rich, is bound.
Bliss of paradise that soared in is found.

Of poetry, passionate is the love,
For my heart comports mildly like the dove
Shining with a lot of warm light above.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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A Clink For A Drink

Nick thinks and winks
Drinks his finks and makes a
Sync of what stinks
After seeing his shrink

Life is zinc
Not a pink mink
Had a hard dick
And a lip stick

The sky is rosy pink
And this is the data link
Rethink with a soft drink
What happens next
On that skating rink

A marking ink spic
The missing link
salmon pink prick
what a freak!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Is Forged From Fire

My Heart is forged from fire
Trapping those inside
Hurting the ones around me
Killing those who survive

My Heart is forged from fire
Burning my only Soul
Taking the lives of others
Yearning for something to hold

My Heart is forged from fire
Filled with Heartless Despair
Thinking of nothing other
Than the courage I cannot bear

My Heart is forged from fire
Death defiling my Soul
Lies throughout my head
Broken, Battered, and Dead

My Heart is forged fromfire
Slowly Burning away
And Day by Day
I feel it fade
Until it will be lost one day

poem by Nicole Chury
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Poetry, That's What I Write

Parody of the classic song Money, That's What I Want

The best words on the page are here
Teaching you a hell of a lot more about life
Then just the birds and bees
Now you know words of magic
Words of wisdom
Given birth
Right here, right now
Oh, yes
Poetry, that's what I write

My wicked writing should give you such a thrill
So don't be shy
Go ahead and click on this link right here
My poetry won't pay your bills, no
But I can promise to give you some kinky thrills
Now you know
Poetry, that's what I write
Bright and beautiful
Perfect as can be
Poetry, that's what I write
Oh yeah baby
Poetry
Poetry, that's what I write

My poetry is the best
It's true
If you don't agree then I don't need you
You can kiss my sass
Now you know
Now you better read it
Oh yeah baby

Poetry, that's what I like
Poetry
Oh yes
Poetry, that's what I love
Poetry, that's what I write
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