I didn't for a moment doubt the choice, but if life is ever fearsome, it is truly fearsome then.
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Ravens Without Legs
I fell in love with a Raven.
He was deathly looking,
His call a warning,
Always brooding and
Seductive.
He was fearsome and
He knew it.
He never flew, didn’t
Need to. People
Fled from him.
You couldn’t attack
The Raven. He would
Attack you.
poem by Lyndee Michelle
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To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
quote by Barbara Kingsolver
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We fear to know the fearsome and unsavory aspects of ourselves, but we fear even more to know the godlike in ourselves.
quote by Abraham Maslow
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The King's Summons
May I apply to you my damsel just this once?
I am Teutonicus king of the fearsome Huns.
We have installed a box for letters near the moat
may I be first to send you flowers and my vote
a written narrative would please me, do expand
I shall reply if you desire, on demand.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Beloved Son
Beloved Son
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Monday, April 12,2010 @ 1: 51 PM
To you my beloved son
Your life has just begun
I shall shout from mountains aloud
Of you I am truly proud
Steadfast and true to the letter
Be not like me but only better
To greatness I’ve watched you grow
Now I stand to shout bravo
Through perseverance you have stride
Overflowing my heart filled with pride
As the accolades finally subside
My arms will remain always-open wide
Blessed from birth with natural rhythm
Given I to you the tools to blossom
A force to be reckoned with so truly fearsome
I’m your biggest fan for you are awesome
Playing hard you do to cadences set
Every challenge beyond doubt you’ve met
Your birth I’ll never forget
Having you I’ll never regret
Life can feel like it’s always up hill
But I love you and always will
No father could ever be prouder
So I shall shout it out louder and louder
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Bad Days
It seems God doesn’t listen when I pray
And all the fearsome bad days are here to stay!
No matter how hard I try to overcome crisis
It lingers like a leech on my life to ruin my peace!
Year after year I am looking for love
I would go abroad if I were a dove.
Now I am a middle-aged man and furthermore poor
As if I am still begging for love from door to door.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Parted
SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.
We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
I'll swear that she's no martyr.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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And to enter
Life may go away and enter
New era to begin and usher
It is just a stop without fear
There is no other pain to bear
It is not fearsome
It is not troublesome too
It is lease of another birth
New journey to begin aftermath
No one has seen another world
Who knows it blows with hot or cold
It is difficult to put on and hold
It requires one to be very bold
It is imaginary and may be not real
It still gives some relief to heal
Good work always reminds us of its importance
So much is spoken of as an instances
It is really dreaded
No one has conceded
It may come as strong belief
Life to end with some relief
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Aiming
Despise a cross woman who is a witch
Or they shall devour you from the inside-out.
Guess him as her fencing him or her to see where?
She is a witchcraft? Yes, son who fences.
To meet this score I see you against witchcraft -
The rest of the archers are nothing.
To take my aiming nature is towards nature,
And my son is fearsome on the witches,
Not the wizard in the way.
So please do what I bid. Just only his father to his son.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Arked Wonderment
adrift in thought
wildly waving-off
voice-violated mind
mildew-filled firmament
domed encasement
congested cacophony
paddling then waving
waving then paddling
fearsome frolic: panic!
settle little dove, alight
bud on branch sprout
promised pome of olive
drift homeward again
unseal door tightly shut
key to new life bring
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Cleansing
The thunder is a-rolling
and lightning streaks the sky.
I count the seconds between then
and then I breathe a sigh
of relief.
The rain and hail are fearsome.
They pelt my windowpane.
I count the minutes I hear them
and pray they don't remain.
Mother Nature why the anger?
I guess you need to cry
and cleanse the bitter agony
that builds up by and by.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Carrickatine
(from an ancient womb
death arose claiming
fruit of the birth)
Bow receiving blows
From a fearsome foe
As a fishing boat
Sailed for home.
An autumn storm
Bringing pain and
Loss to the kindred
Of fisher men.
Off the Irish coast
A turbulent sea
Spewed proof that
She had won.
Immune to the hopes
Of a fearful six
As they struggled
Towards their doom.
poem by Liam ó Comáin
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To Believe or Not to Believe
Suppose I juxtapose two subjects
That normally contradict -
Faith & fate: now which would you,
Given a choice, incline to pick?
Well then we'd know your worldview,
Your basic mind and bent.
But you, clever lad, would no doubt add,
Your own effort, your life to fix.
And, what the hell, no doubt you'll tell
It's your choice, your own free will.
Indeed it is, choose wisely then;
Your fate is in your hands.
poem by Patrick Grogan
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Through the City
Through a village there stands a maze to count,
I gather gold from this new city, and the amount
I can not care what it is, its description may change
According to times and magic for the wall to derange.
I fed a tunnel of love to those at bruise and bash,
These are special, these straightaway are a lash,
Like a flogging arena is taking place, and no gold,
No gold for the punishment, forming laughter so cold.
The whipping carried me forward, as a veteran or victim,
Life matched living of a far away land, the mixed and fearsome.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Do Know
I have a season going forward not backward,
I have the stunt of centuries not mere decades,
I have all fists in the world for me as I hope more,
And I have every single peace for every world.
Every world is then every place on Earth
That I own in sincerity. For everything is free
And I dream of Me, forever.
Yet seasons are to be fearsome and learned
Just as I learn of Me, forever.
Eternity knocks at my door, unfortunately.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Doll Soldier
He was the bravest
Simply one of the finest
Just far too earnest
He never forgave
Anyone who dared to rave
His nation, his king
He was feared by men
And known as the raven
War was his Eden
Yet he was mortal
His flesh torn from cold metal
Leaving wounds fatal
There he laid breathless
His fearsome face now hopeless
His sword still bloodless
Many died and few lived
A crow flew by and shouted
Fools, forever led
poem by Seok Jin Lee
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Daily Libations
Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise
that in the twilight beckons...
Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,
you hope but hope in vain...
Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
'til dawn tops it up again.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Chasing an Empty Car (episode 1)
I was a cop chasing an empty car.
Not to know what I would find in the car.
I was a man chasing my life.
Not to know what I would discover in my life.
To make a choice to be a hero,
I could chase this empty car myself.
To make a choice to be safe,
I could call for backup.
Would I sacrifice myself for my career?
Would I risk my life for better feeling at work?
I didn’t know if I would come out from it alive.
I didn’t know if I would stay on the life track.
In short time a lot of thoughts came through my mind.
In long period of my life I didn’t know I’d have a choice.
Sacrifice for innocents or runaway for sinners.
Minimizing the risk for everybody, I called for backup and kept chasing.
Sinner is always winner.
No matter what he always wins.
Stay on the track.
I recalled the paragraphs from the poem book.
All of sudden I heard some shots,
And my car was on fire.
Trying to pull the break and run out of the car.
I remember big noise and explosion.
I didn’t know if I made it.
Now I am standing in dark tunnel.
At the end of tunnel I see a light.
I was a cop chasing an empty car.
I was a man chasing a simple life.
poem by Sukhee Bukhbat
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The Hawthorn Tree
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.
. . . .
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain
I think I’ll never weep again
Until I’ve heard he’s dead.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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