Advice To A Girl
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Can be quite possessed.
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No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
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Can life be a blessing
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
In ev'ry possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
poem by John Dryden
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Troilus And Cressida
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?
Ah no! though our love all night keep us waking,
And though he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking,
There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay.
In ev'ry possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In ev'ry possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whate'er they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish,
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.
poem by John Dryden
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To be possessed is an admirable reason for possessing.
Dorothy Sayers in Gaudy Night
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The greatest sin
Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step
further even after possessing them right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,
Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't walk even an inch forward; had not the
slightest of capacity to run even after possessing them right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the palm was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you had grave difficulty
in hoisting objects; didn't posses the most minuscule of power to
defend yourself even after possessing them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the periphery of
your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that
you couldn't bear the tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to
decipher the intricacy of voice even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in marvellous
synchrony inside your chest was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you just didn't have the power to love; the virtue to
embrace other humans of your kind even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't speak a single word; abysmally stuttered
to convey the most infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was simply not a sin
at all; but pretending that God had kept you disdainfully bald; that
your head shivered uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that your entire life was ruined; your progress
had come to an abrupt standstill even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were as feeble as a mosquito; couldn't
lift your very own body even after having them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes extruding from
your lids was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your
vision was horrendously impaired because of their presence; the world
seemed to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were unable to make the most diminutive
of indentation on soil; simply couldn't scratch the faintest even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that there wasn't enough air in the atmosphere
for you to inhale; that you could suffocate to death any minute even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that it was more satanic than a pool of
ghastly blood; incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even
though you possessed it right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that it was your mind that killed you every
unleashing second; the brain was the cardinal culprit behind your
demise even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was
the greatest sin,
Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through your veins was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there was no life in
your nerves; not a trifle of energy left in your demeanour even after
possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that your digestive system was diabolically corroded; the
conglomerate of curled intestines in your stomach were strangulating
you like a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your face was simply
not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire persona was
brutally mutilated; the nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of
harmonious breath even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your
philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after
possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at
all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for
the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the
resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin...
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
poem by Robert Frost
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Fallen On Hard Times
Fallen on hard times --- but it feels good to know
That milk and honeys just around the bend.
Running on bad lines --- wed better run as we go,
Tear up, tear up the overdraft again.
Oh, dear prime minister --- its all such a mess.
Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth.
Oh, mr. president --- youve been put to the test.
Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth.
Looking for sunshine --- oh but its black and its cold
Yet, you say that milk and honeys just round the bend.
Giving us a hard time, my friends
Handing us the same line again.
Fallen on hard times --- and theres nowhere to hide
Now theyve re-possessed the rolls royce and the mink.
Turning on the peace sign --- and its back to the wood.
Soon there will be raised a holy stink.
Somebody wake me. Ive been sleeping too long.
Oh, I dont have to take this lying down.
You can keep your promises. shove 'em where they belong.
Dont ask me to the party --- wont be around.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Rainy Day Women #12 & 35
Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But i would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But i would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, i would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but i would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But i would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sonnet 87
Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate.
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
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Philosopher Stone
Throughout the Ages:
Alchemists have sought a magic stone,
Possessing virtues of “The Emerald Tablet”
Some mystics find truth, yet some are prone,
To exploit “Arcane” for selfish gain,
The balance of natural world they upset;
By making gold from common lead
By attempting life from what is dead
By pride and avarice they are led
In truth;
We must recognize a Spirit’s goal,
To understand that the Philosopher Stone,
Resides within the human soul…
A gift from God, which makes one whole
“So above, So below”
We then embody and extol
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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No civilization other than that which is Christian, is worth seeking or possessing.
quote by Otto von Bismarck
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Stone
The stone
The stone by the dave matthews band
Ive this creeping, suspicion that things here are not as they seem.
Reassure me, oh why do I feel as if Im in too deep.
Now Ive been praying, for some way to show them Im not what they see.
Yes I have done wrong, but what I did I thought needed be done, I swear.
Oh, unholy day, if I leave now I might get away.
Oh but this weighs on me, as heavy as stone and as blue as I go.
I was just wondering if youd come along.
Hold up my head when my head wont hold on.
Ill do the same if the sames what you want,
If not Ill go, I will go a long...
..long way, ah, from that fools mistake.
And now forever pay, no run, I will run and Ill be ok.
I was just wondering if youd come along.
Hold up my head when my head wont hold on.
Ill do the same if the sames what you want,
But if not Ill go, I will go a long...
...long way, to bury the past for I dont want to pay.
Oh how I wish, this, to turn back the clock and do over again.
Now Im hust wondering if youd come a-long.
Hold up my head when my head wont hold on.
Ill do the same if the sames what you want,
But if not Ill go, Ill go alone.
I need so, to stay in your arms, see you smile, hold you close.
And now it weighs on me, as heavy as stone and of bone chilling cold.
I was just wondering if youd come a--long.
Tell me you will.
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIII
TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUST
If I was angry once that you refused
The bread I asked and offered me a stone,
Deeming the rights of bounty thus abused
And my poor beggary but trampled on,
Believe me now I would that wrong atone
With such submission as a heart can show,
Asking no bread of life but that alone
Your dear heart proffered and my pride let go.
Give me your help, your pity, what you will,
Your pardon for a sin, your act of grace
For a rebellion vanquished and undone,
The stone I once refused, that precious stone
Your friendship, so my thoughts may serve you still
Even if I never more behold your face.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Not The One to Come Possessing Me
You,
From me...
Would like to disable,
All my fantasies!
But not one will you take,
Away from me.
Or eliminate desires from my heart to believe.
No You,
And I...
Are never gonna come to realize,
Eye to eye...
That love,
Is a capture that's free!
You're not the one to come to possess me!
Uh uh.
You...wish,
To be everything in life you think that I miss.
But you,
Show no interest or need...
To be the one to take,
And give to please!
No You,
And I...
Are never gonna come to realize,
Eye to eye...
That love,
Is a capture that's free!
You're not the one to come to possess me!
Uh uh.
Not the one to come,
Possessing me!
Uh uh.
You're not the one to come to possess me!
Uh uh.
Not the one to come,
Possessing me!
Uh uh.
You're not the one to come possessing me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Am I Missing
Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma
Was it worth it when it was over
Proving yourself right
You'd make the biggest noise
I'd lock my hands behind my head
I'd cover my heart and hit the deck
I'd brace myself for the impact if I were you
(It's a long way) Is there anything
(For an answer) Worth looking for
(Is there any news) Worth loving for
(Is there any word) Worth lieing for
(Is there trauma) Is there anything
(Or a struggle) Worth waiting for
(Am I missing) Worth living for
(Was the body found) Worth dieing for
Repeat x2
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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I Am Missing
Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma
Was worth it when it was over
Proving yourself right
You'd make the biggest noise
Well I'd lock my hands behind my head
I'd cover my heart and hit the deck
I'd brace myself for the impact if I were you
(Its a long wait) is there anything
(For an answer) worth looking for
(Is there any news) worth loving for
(Is there any word) worth lying for
(Is there trauma) is there anything
(Or a struggle) worth waiting for
(Am I missing) worth living for
(Was the body found) worth dying for
song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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No Longer Afraid!
the day you
wake up and realize...
you no longer have
any reason to pretend,
that you have nothing
of value left to lose,
that you cant change the past...
that the people that love you,
love you in spite of yourself.
that the people you hate
are just reflections of you.
that life cant be possessed,
and is not about possessing.
that what you leave behind
is your heart... nothing more!
that death is not the enemy,
not the end, but comes to all...
then you become...
no longer afraid!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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