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The word knight, which originally meant boy or servant, was particularly applied to a young man after he was admitted to the privilege of bearing arms.

quote by Thomas Bulfinch
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The very use of the word savage, as it is applied in its general sense, I am inclined to believe is an abuse of the word, and the people to whom it is applied.

quote by George Catlin
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The very last word spoken

The last word spoken
was said in a whisper,
as if it wasn't meant at all
but it was the final word
that she ever spoke to me.
But she's gone now
so the word was meant
that final word spoken
said so quietly to me
maybe she didn't want to say it,
that's why it was whispered
but the word was goodbye.

poem by Kevin Halls
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It is generally admitted that the most beautiful qualities of a color are in its transparent state, applied over a white ground with the light shining through the color.

quote by Maxfield Parrish
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With Me (song I Wrote)

I’m done with the pain (with the pain)
I’m done with the lies (with the lies)
I’m done with every thing
Baby you’re not meant to be

I hurt me self
Every day
When you left me…
All the heart aches
All the tears
Wasn’t worth you (no my dear)

I’m done with the pain (with the pain)
I’m done with the lies (with the lies)
I’m done with every thing
Baby you’re not meant to be

All the lies
I told my self
To keep me hanging on
Only hurt me more
Killed me inside
I bet you wont care

I’m done with the pain (with the pain)
I’m done with the lies (with the lies)
I’m done with every thing
Baby you’re not meant to be

You kill me
With every word
Every word you speak
Every word I read
That you say and send to me
It kills me

I’m done with the pain (with the pain)
I’m done with the lies (with the lies)
I’m done with every thing
Baby you’re not meant to be (with me)
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Baby you’re not meant to be
You’re not meant to be
Baby you’re not meant to be
With me…

poem by Jade Moore
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Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

quote by Wallace Stevens
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A Cavalry Soldier

With loud talking and laughter,
And a long, careless stride,
He paces the crowded pathway,
With head high in pride.
And mean men passing beside him
Shrink, as from one unclean,
From the strong son of England,
The servant of the Queen.

In the forefront of battle
I think I see him ride,
With the drawn sabre gleaming
That swings at his side;
With a bearing erect and stalwart,
And a look calm and keen,
The strong son of England,
The servant of the Queen.

When the drums beat to battle,
With a quick-leaping breath,
'Mid the rush and hurry of warfare
He rides down to death.
And the waiting and toil and hardship
Are as if they had not been
To the strong son of England,
The servant of the Queen.

When the wild charge is over
And the safe ground they gain,
He may hear a cry from behind him
Of a comrade in pain.
And back on his way of mercy
To the smoke-mantled scene
Goes the strong son of England,
The servant of the Queen.

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Today... 'Holy Servant

Oh Holy Servant of God
The pathways of earth You trod
walked with mankind healing the blind
Oh Holy Servant of God

Oh Holy Servant of God
the hill of Calvary You trod
and from that cross You saved the lost
Oh Holy Servant of God

Oh Holy Servant of God
all the way to the grave You trod
and from that grave reached out to save
Oh Holy Servant of God

(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)

poem by Roy Allen
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It Is A Pleasure And A Privilege/To Be Able To Write A Poem

IT IS A PLEASURE AND A PRIVILEGE/TO BE ABLE TO WRITE A POEM

It is a pleasure and a privilege
To be able to write a poem
And afterwards read it back
To oneself-
And hear it as it were something
That truly is meant to be
A real thing outside oneself
Beyond one’s own control
A creation in itself-
A thing one has done
A little world
A page.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sonnet: Master-servant Relationship

Where Master cares for servant’s welfare too
And treats him like a fellow-man at least,
And twain help each other to grow and woo,
The Master can never become a beast.

Where servant earns his master’s goodwill first,
By doing duty, uttering no word,
The Master cannot ever turn his worst,
Nor any time from hilt remove his sword!

Thus, master, servant is inseparable;
One thinks about the other all the time;
And love is born strong like in a fable,
With other’s help, each makes his life sublime.

Think of the other’s needs much more than self,
And never work for worldly acclaim/pelf.

7-26-2002

poem by John Celes
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Young Love

(graham russell)
Lately all my thoughts have gone to you
You know that's true
Sometimes i feel just a word away
You'll say oh how i miss you too i do
Time is tight i'm lost for words
That's not like me
Only your eyes could know the way that i feel
And how much i need you now with me
(chorus)
Young love so strong has never been a part of me
Young love hold on we're feeling it now is this the way it's meant to be
I know i'll be the one to lose if i'm so wrong
Don't be afraid to put your heart on the line
I'll take you where i know you belong
Take my thoughts away beyond the things we see
Sometimes it seems just a word away
You'll say oh how i really feel it should be
(repeat chorus)

song performed by by Air Supply
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I ment to find her when I came;

I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.

I meant to tell her how I longed
For just this single time;
But Death had told her so the first,
And she had hearkened him.

To wander now is my abode;
To rest,--to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane
To memory and me.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Fruit-bearing

This world is fruit-bearing
You are in this world
You are not to take any fruit
Without His permission
The owner of this world
You are to do your allotted duty
As a servant of this world
And you are not here to
Expect anything in return
For doing your duty
This world is not yours
You are here in this world
For a short period
This world was there before you
Come to this world
This world will be there after
Your departure from this world
You are not the owner of this world
This world is not yours
You are in this world as a servant
And to render service for the welfare
Of all inhabitants of this world.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Transformative Ink

I will not missed this world
of contradictions:

When I was young
they said:
uneducated, inexperienced.
Now I am trained
and with many winds
at my back,
they said:
too old, too qualified.

Let them go to hell,
with their contrived justice
and paradox.
Applied for a job,
forgot how many times,
now, and denied;
just to be called lazy.

The system filled me with vexations;
I want to burst with rave.

Will it be like this forever?
Will word sounds cause a revolution?

The whole thing is fixed.
Destined to fail before conception.

Word sounds can do it.
If we don't teach the children
nursery rhymes
and we break the stick
that jumped over the moon.

poem by Buxton Shippy
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God Servant

temple free
god was waiting
for is servant
servant was
not come
god also sad...
servant will bee comes
good happy...
why...?
god only no
i don't no
YOU no...
tell me to god
and me...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Keep On Loving You '89 (Reggae Version)

You should've seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin missin
You should've known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead
But you never bled
Instead you lay still in the grass
All coiled up and hissin
And though I know all about those men
Still I don't remember
Cause it was us baby, way before then
And we're still together
And I meant, every word I said
When I said that I love you I meant
That I love you forever
And I'm gonna keep on lovin you
Cause it's the only thing I wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on lovin you
(solo)
And I meant every word I said
When I said that I love you I meant
That I love you forever
(chorus)

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Keep On Loving You '89

You should've seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin missin
You should've known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't listen
You played dead
But you never bled
Instead you lay still in the grass
All coiled up and hissin
And though i know all about those men
Still i don't remember
Cause it was us baby, way before then
And we're still together
And i meant, every word i said
When i said that i love you i meant
That i love you forever
And i'm gonna keep on lovin you
Cause it's the only thing i wanna do
I don't wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on lovin you
(solo)
And i meant every word i said
When i said that i love you i meant
That i love you forever
(chorus)

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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The Chopped Women

now i need not blame the culprit
of this chopping incident: the head thrown from a cliff
rolling down
the deep part of the river below
a taxi driver did it
where blood of some fish
try to conceal
the stink of the the human blood
of two women

their four arms
wrapped in black plastic bags
apart from their thighs
thrown in different
places of the town

the police officers found
some other human parts
under the bridge
far from the others finally located
in the canal
of a distant barrio

i read the papers
the headlines of the city
about a cold murder

the killer said
he admitted the killing and will serve the sentence in jail

all because of the woman's word
demeaning his manhood
all because she wanted him out of her life

the words that finally know how to kill
to chop and throw the mouth, the lips, the teeth, the tongue
the arms and legs
and thighs

apart from each other

i do not mean to side with the killer
we simply have to be careful with the word that also knows how to kill

simple courtesy could have avoided
a cold murder
a kind word could have make a better place
a world of peace

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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