Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Anthony and Cleopatra
If Anthony had loved Cleopatra
With a second less than he did,
Maybe he would have survived
And he would have won
The war with himself,
But he had loved her more than ever
Exactly in the second of his awareness,
And therefore, he died.
And Cleopatra should not even die
In the next second,
She would have to live,
In order to understand from her suffering
What means real love,
Because her love was insufficient
To fight against the destiny of history.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Countryman: I know that a woman is a dish for the gods, if the devil dress her not.
line from Antony and Cleopatra, Act V, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Cleopatra: I have immortal longings in me.
line from Antony and Cleopatra, Act V, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Do no dishonour to the earth least you dishonour the spirit of man.
quote by Henry Beston
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Charmian: By your most gracious pardon,
I sing but after you.
Cleopatra: My salad days,
When I was green in judgment, cold in blood,
To say as I said then.
line from Antony and Cleopatra, Act I, Scene 5, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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The True Liberal
The truest Liberal is he
Who sees the man in each degree,
Who merit in a churl can prize,
And baseness in an earl despise,
Yet censures baseness in a churl,
And dares find merit in an earl.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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The fire.
Passion is fire, it engulfs or dies.
It engulfed Antony and Cleopatra.
It died in us, the two cowards.
21.07.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Antony: There’s beggary in the love that can be reckon’d.
Cleopatra: I’ll set a bourn how far to be beloved.
line from Antony and Cleopatra, Act I, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1606)
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Cleopatra's Needle
Riding upon a swift cloud,
Is like he who sits above the circles;
Add year to year,
Add a muse to your life;
Like Cleopatra's needle in the bedroom.
Life is like a flying serpent,
To spread it out with a shovel;
Like the bread of adversity with,
The water of affliction around you.
Heaviness and sorrow,
When a thirsty man dreams, what does he see?
Cleopatra's needle with the muse,
The wind blows the snow about;
Drunkenwith it's love is my mind on this muse.
Cleopatra'a needle,
The meek will increase their joy on this earth;
The workman moulds an image,
The goldsmith overlays it with gold;
But the grave cannot thank you for your works.
Cleopatra's needle,
A precious cornerstone is all that i am;
Like a short bed to strechout when, all hope is gone.
The spirit of deep sleep,
Knowledge and discretion to the youth;
Mind you, the world is influenced by demonic spirits.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gods
Gods of the white man,
Gods of the black man,
Gods of the almond shade
all of these Gods
have done one thing,
made the people afraid.
Gods of the red man,
Gods of the brown man
Gods of the yellow hue,
all of these Gods
have done the same
divided them into
Separate people
who've been led to believe
their God is the holy one
to save their souls
and pardon them
and deliver them
from earthly sin.
How can there be
so many Gods?
Isn't there only one?
One for every single soul
born unto this earth.
He's every color that there is
since the world's begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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R.
Rigor mortis
the body that stiffens
because when it
died no one was in the house
the wife hates him
and the kids detest his
bad taste
Regimentation
that is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anthony and Cleopatra
A wrinkle poked his sodding alchemy
Bereft of reason and the truth of ships
But nothing pirouettes in blank sausages
As Antony kisses Cleopatra on the lips.
They went out late last night, clubbing in Alexandria
And Cleopatra was wearing her fishnet tights,
Antony wanted to get her somewhere quiet,
He didn't want to get involved in any fights.
He's got this paranoid fear of Caesar
Because Julius wants to rule the earth,
But perhaps if Cleopatra helps him
He'll show his enemies what he's really worth.
Past ruined palaces of fevered brow
The carved spinach of his twisted dreams
Erupts like ivory in trembling snow
And catches tigers in their early schemes.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Truth, Goodness And Integrity
THE BEARER OF TRUTH COURTS TROUBLE IN THE WORLD OF LIARS,
THE BEARER OF LIES COURTS TROUBLE IN THE WORLD OF THE TRUTHFULL,
WHY DOST MY WORLD DETEST TRUTH?
WHY DOST MY LAND DETEST GOODNESS?
YES, EVEN MINE HOUSE DETESTS INTEGRITY,
THUS I AM BECOME UNWELCOME IN MINE WORLD,
LO AND BEHOLD, I AM NOW BECOME AN ABOMINATION IN MY LAND,
YES, I AM NOW BECOME DETESTED IN MY OWN HOUSE,
YES, I AM BECOME THAT WHICH THEY DETEST,
I AM BECOME TRUTHFULL,
I AM BECOME GOOD,
YES, I NOW GLOW WITH INTEGRITY,
YES INDEED, I AM TRUELY BECOME THAT WHICH THEY DETEST,
GOODNESS, TRUTHFULL, AND FILLED OF INTEGRITY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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In The Lap Of The Gods
Ah ah ah ah ah
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Ah ah ah
I live my life for you
Think all my thoughts with you and only you
Anything you ask I do for you
I touch your lips with mine
But in the end I leave it to the lords
Leave it in the lap of the gods
What more can I do?
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I leave it to you
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I want you to
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Lap of the gods
song performed by by Queen from Sheer Heart Attack
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(Forgiveness Poem/Story) A Miraculous Healing
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
It's as if the wounds were never even there.
How is that even possible?
I saw the stabbing.
He should have died.
But yet he's alive.
Somehow he did survive.
Some say it is a pact of lies.
But I know the truth.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
A story of the fortunate.
The luck of the Irish.
It was a just miss.
A little to the right.
A little to the left.
And he wouldn't exist.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
A bloody blade.
With thoughts of a accomplishment drinking down some expensive chardonnay.
If he only knew.
The secrets of the autumn dew.
The water drips of the truth.
But it will never be heard by those who aren't looking with their heart.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Some souls can never be stolen.
No matter how much one tries.
Corruption within the eyes.
Some souls can never be awoken.
A noose yet waits to be tied.
With in a smoke of mirror images it hides.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Such an awesome feeling.
To know he yet lives.
How can he ever forgive such actions?
Hate does bring some satisfaction.
If only for a moment of self gratification.
Destination unknown, but now you are alone.
Facing the truth of what your attempt really did.
Guilt bares no mercy on those who know it by its first name.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
Mercy me.
Gods to the infinity.
A miraculous healing.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Temptation With Flowers
so many flowers given
for the wrong reason
flowers given in vain
some men think
to win love
with flowers given
alas love is not
to be purchased
arranged so easily
give to receive a smile
glowing like golden sunlight
or a blush young innocent
heartfelt in modesty pleasure
but do not dishonour flowers
do not dishonour pure hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In Fury
Empty hope!
In fury,
Of the wicked;
Like false dreams! !
To err,
Enticing to sin;
Fury, bury!
With worthless gods and goddesses.
Seed, feed!
Completely;
Emptied!
Like a transgressor;
Treacherously!
Dishonour,
Entice,
Cost, lost! !
Jollying,
Brandishes;
Cracking!
But, galloping like horses.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wetness
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Denying heat wont make it go away.
Saying something different,
Is in conflict with your mission.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
Lie about it!
Try to hide those naked wishes in your mind.
Deny and fight it.
But you know fresh meat is what you want to find.
To bump and grind as you're sighing.
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
You despair for nakedness and wetness.
You want it there,
Some sex and wetness.
Keeping you uptight at night,
And restless.
Ooooohhhyeah...
Keeping it a thought you detest...
Is a kept confession,
You love wetness.
You're no different than the rest.
Those who undress quick,
For sex and wetness.
mmmmm...
That sex and wetness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Day I Died
The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
I should have stayed in Oceanside
The day I died.
Instead of a hellish subway ride
The day I died.
It started with a stabbing pain
The day I died.
Then waves of nausea deep inside
The day I died.
I fell to earth, I could not breathe
The day I died.
Co workers rushing to my side
The day I died.
Sirens scream on distant streets
The day I died.
bringing hosts of E.M.T.’s
The day I died..
Too late for me, this proud heart fails
The day I died.
I thought” This is the last of Earth”
The day I died.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Adventurer of God
They are solid steel, the rocks are built by gods,
Mountains and volcanoes are one, by gods.
Yet we see the lava flow and the abolishment,
To address them is to arrive at and abandon, by gods.
Any geographical feature on the map carries fascination,
One is adventured, one is fine with distortion, by gods.
The map is a remedy for the plain and ill, the happier,
Yellow streams and wooden forests are a distinction, by gods.
Let us laugh and be merry on this whole globe,
Let godliness reign supreme with this incantation, by gods.
The gods are lovable towards their kingdom,
The wishes of the valley are mine in slow-motion, by the gods.
poem by Naveed Akram
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