The short Wooing
Like an Oblation set before a Shrine,
Fair One! I offer up this heart of mine.
Whether the Saint accept my Gift or no,
Ile neither fear nor doubt before I know.
For he whose faint distrust prevents reply,
Doth his own suits denial prophecy.
Your will the sentence is; Who free as Fate
Can bid my love proceed, or else retreat.
And from short views that verdict is decreed
Which seldom doth one audience exceed.
Love asks no dull probation, but like light
Conveyes his nimble influence at first sight.
I need not therefore importune or press;
This were t'extort unwilling happiness:
And much against affection might I sin:
To tire and weary what I seek to win.
Towns which by lingring siege enforced be
Oft make both sides repent the victorie.
Be Mistriss of your self: and let me thrive
Or suffer by your own prerogative.
Yet stay, since you are Judge, who in one breath
Bear uncontrolled power of Life and Death,
Remember (Sweet) pity doth best become
Those lips which must pronounce a Suitors doome.
If I find that, my spark of chast desire
Shall kindle into Hymens holy sire:
Else like sad flowers will these verses prove,
To stick the Coffin of rejected Love.
poem by Henry King
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Romance of Dunois
It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine,
But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine:
'And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,' was still the Soldier’s prayer;
'That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.'
His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword,
And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;
Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry filled the air,
'Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair.'
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his Liege–Lord said,
'The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid.-—
My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.'
And then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine,
That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine;
And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there
Cried, 'Honoured be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair!'
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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A New Hymn for Solitude
I found Thee in my heart, O Lord,
As in some secret shrine;
I knelt, I waited for Thy word,
I joyed to name Thee mine.
I feared to give myself away
To that or this; beside
Thy altar on my face I lay,
And in strong need I cried.
Those hours are past. Thou art not mine,
And therefore I rejoice,
I wait within no holy shrine,
I faint not for the voice.
In Thee we live; and every wind
Of heaven is Thine; blown free
To west, to east, the God unshrined
Is still discovering me.
poem by Edward Dowden
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Love, In Spite Of Fear
I can love you in many ways and with much ardor,
But if you are too afraid to love me, it makes it that much harder;
With my love, I wish you the courage to love me, in spite of your fear-
With my love, I can pretend, in spite of miles, that you're near-
As near as my heart, always within arm's reach,
So that I may keep you safe-out of harm's reach!
It is entirely up to you whether to love me in return,
I do suspect, however, that you could very well learn,
If you listen to what your heart has told you;
Let the truth that only it may gift, mold you
And your actions, in spite of all your trepidation-
Embrace its presence, without a moment's hesitation.
Ask yourself: 'does this love meet all of my needs? ';
If so, follow this path wherever your heart leads,
No matter of fear, irrespective of impediment-
Love knows naught, but its own adorement!
Do not accept what I offer, because I offer it,
But do not give liberty to your heart, then coffer it
Out of fear, of something hitherto unknown-
Love is the only thing that you may give, but still own!
You may not truly love, until you do, without condition-
Until you have no excuses, fears, or contrition;
Do not announce it, unless it is all you may feel;
Do not say it, unless it is something you may not conceal!
Love is its own reward, it gives always more than it receives;
Love is always the truth, it enlightens, yet never deceives;
To benefit from it, you must not only acknowledge, but accept it!
Nothing is so altruistic and benevolent, except it
Also gives life to all other positive emotions;
To truly embrace it, you need to dispense with all negative emotions!
It does not apologize for its perceived inconvenience,
Nor will it allow a simple, nonchalant acquiescence-
It demands a committed and resolute presence;
Love is enigmatic and e'er-powerful, yet this is its essence!
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Call I Never Heeded
Methinks, perhaps you are the call I never heeded;
Perchance not too, more than all I ever needed-
At a time when I longed so much for same,
God sent me an Empyrean gift, upon which He did proclaim:
'I have watched over thee with pride, all of your days
My child, as you are most deserving of such!
I have done same with still another, due great praise-
You hath been made to consort with one another-as much
There is, for one to offer the other, and same, contrariwise-
Soon, both of you shall be privy to a love none could disguise!
Always shall thee have cause to celebrate cheerfully-
Not shall thee have cause to look upon this at all, fearfully!
This is but meant to inspire in you, the utmost regard
For all that is beauteous and fair-to serve as your guard
Against doubt that true felicity is all but impossible-
To bear witness that it is here, now with thee-not implausible! '
Doubt not that which hath given no cause for same,
Hold not liable those, whence others are to blame!
Question not a glory due another glory's fleeting-
Our's is a glory of its own, as surely as my heart is now beating!
Frangible, I know thou heart to be;
Import of its guard, you needn't impart to me-
I know now, and have always had privity
To the affairs of mine own heart and its emotivity;
My own beatitude depends upon that of my soul's mate-
Should there now be any doubt, I ask time to abate!
Maurice Harris,16 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Doubt
Where do you come from
doubt of mine?
You surface again and again
in time.
I cast you away.
I say 'Don't stay.'
And then the sun comes out
and I wonder where's the doubt?
It's gone and I revel in surety.
All my thinking is purity.
I move along and I am free
of all the doubt. It cannot be.
You are not here.
I do not fear
but before my day is through
more doubt is in view.
Where can I send you
so there's no return?
You are not welcome.
My heart does yearn
for cloudy days that have no doubt
when the sun is hidden and not about.
Then I'll awaken and I'll know
sweet peace forever.
The doubt will go.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Betrothal
Both your hands? . . . What mean they, dear?
I, unworthy,— dare I claim you?
Then, against the world, I hold you:
Mine—forever mine!
Men have waked from dreams of joy:
Teach me to believe this rapture!
Lift your eyes! O my beloved,
Let me read your heart!
Is it true? . . . Ah, me! those eyes!
How divinely kind!—how tender!
Doubt itself could not distrust them,
Or resist their light!
Dear, without you, I have been
Poorer than the humblest beggar
Who against your door at nightfall
Kneeling, asked for bread:
I have gazed upon your face
And have felt such fear oppress me
That I trembled. From this moment,
Nothing fear I more!
For whatever perils come,
Nothing henceforth can divide us;
Neither follies nor ambitions—
Neither joys nor tears:
Never can you go so far
That my love shall fail to find you;
Seeking ever to deserve you,
Upward striving still;
And though seas should lie between,
I shall feel that you are near me:
In the twilight and night-season
I shall hear your voice.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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Silence- That Is All You Can Offer
Silence- that is all you can offer
When asked why you did it to me!
A chance to save face I, to thee, proffer:
To accept and right your wrongs- your duty!
How do you live with what you have done! ?
Lie have you without thought of repercussion
Yet you still believe that you've already won-
To the contrary, you offer no discussion!
Explication of deceit only breeds more of the same;
Once started, the only choice is the acceptance of defeat!
Your's is but a very dangerous game,
One may only lose when coupled with deceit!
Turn about is fair play, I shall have mine one day-
Only what is to become of you- for you to say!
Maurice Harris,22 June 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Gift Of Faith
All this pain surrounding me; hopelessness is all that I see now
Does it have to be this way?
Brought up on hypocrisy
The seeds they sow dont last forever
They just fade away...
Dont be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive
We can make it if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
Take away my dignity
Take away my hope and my freedom
You got a world full of rage
Dont cover me with apathy
Dont buy and sell what I believe in
Dont lock me in a cage
In a world where no ones alone, trust should come easily
Just reach out your hand, and Ill give you mine.
We can make it if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
Dont be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive
We can make if if wed only take the gift of faith
We can change it if wed just accept the gift of faith
We can make if if wed only take the gift of faith
Its yours to choose but only fools refuse the gift of faith.
song performed by by Toto
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Burgeoning Love
To this I was unprepared
Yet I accept it as a truth
My heart has been inspired
And caught by your beauty
To this end I have fallen
You are my muse my desire
How fair and gentle you stand
Growing in my thoughts daily
Is this love or infatuation
When words of romance speak
To tell me of how we would kiss
How we would lay together
Held in each others arms
And those words we would speak
How meaningful they sound
You are beautiful and more besides
You have been woven to my life
I’d gift you my heart and soul
If you gift me your hand to hold
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Embrace The Ardor
I thought I had it all finally figured out;
Perhaps I am now afeared, in the form of doubt!
I would wait 1,000 years-even more, for this chance-
To truly offer thee a life-long, wholly committed, romance!
Though, I may not e'er, should you not allow
Me to act upon what it is my heart doth avow!
Your concern hath more import than of self, same-
I should want always, to provide what my heart doth proclaim!
I make no attestation without first, much assurance-
Such hath been the same concerning my adamance;
I am bound by only one inescapable, incontrovertible truth-
I love you more than life itself-lo, this you need not sleuth;
Ask of yourself whether reason may cause you to find any other conclusion-
For if any man e'er knew the true desires of his own heart, it is I-it's no illusion!
Embrace the ardor I see need to offer; Accept, in time, my heart and soul's proffer;
Allow release, through wend of time, your heart-which you now so fiercely coffer!
I have prophesized mine own felicity, now I await thee to provide for its authenticity-
For but only may it ever come to be, whence we are both equal in our complicity!
As now, we may be settled that it is not; I await thee, to ensure, up, thou art caught! !
Awaiting us is all that for which we have sought; To allow this glory's fleeting, I can not!
Maurice Harris,17 May 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Imagine A World...
Imagine a world-one like you've given to me,
Where you are too afeared to be all you've striven to be:
A world where fear of an implausible future event
Becomes more important than our erstwhile love-Heaven sent,
Both in literal and figurative terms-your dream's fruition;
The complete embodiment of your life's ambition:
To find a mate for your incomparably beautiful soul-
This is what you have allowed to wither-what fear stole
From both you and me, on that fateful day before Christmas last.
You will never find this love again if you keep living in the past,
You protect yourself by pretending that it was never real,
Yet, only we two know how it is that you truly feel-
Even now, as I scribe these poignant words as tribute
To a love that naught may replace-a conviction made more resolute
With the passage of time and space from this love's loss.
You promised me that you would never again cross
The heart of mine, that loves you most completely-
Yet you betrayed both of them since that day, most repletely
And tragically, with your choice to shutter with fear.
My heart's ardor is surely real, and lives right here,
Waiting for its inspiration to appear once again:
I shall never again truly love until then.
This choice is not, and has never been, mine-
Will you continue to ignore your own, and further confine
Yourself to the mediocrity of what you allowed to be,
Or will you embrace the love you once avowed, to be! ?
You possess no basis in your fear's reality toward me,
So, why not stop looking back-look forward, to be
All that He wants for you-all that we may provide, together.
You once were so very sure-why not again decide to never
Again cede to fear, but only to love as only I know you can! ?
Fear only leads to loneliness-the heart's tragic isolation
From the one mate that provides it with inspiration:
To accept fear's determination is to ban
The heart's capacity for love, and accept mediocrity;
The human heart is made to love, anything else is hypocrisy!
I may only proffer words of advice, not make decisions for you,
And merely offer same because, despite it all, I adore you
And wish the best for you-yet, I know it must include me;
Therefore, for both selfish and altruistic reasons, I conclude, we
Must both try as hard as we may, to live for the future, not what 'was';
I can not help how it is that I feel about you, not because
Of what we once had, but because of what I know we may-
In a future where the past is left to 'lie'-
Otherwise, we will both leave 'true love', to die.
-Maurice Harris,8 June 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Treat It Well, Sweet Lover
Breathe me in, my precious
Swim free beneath my skin
Hold tight the reigns of passion
Our hearts forever kin
Reach in and kiss my soul, sweet love
Offer yours upon my tongue
I long to sip in twilights' bliss
The taste of brine and bone
Lay peace upon my shoulders, sweet
Accept my hand with grace
Together we will meld as one
The lines of doubt erased
I close my eyes, fair angel
So that I may breathe you too
I offer just my heart, my soul
Our flame, still burning true
Listen for my whispers, love
My secrets spilt with dawn
A wind of warm temptations
For dreams to feed upon
Breathe in; breathe out, this burning need
Accept us as a whole
The portrait of our passions
Is colored by our souls
Let us be as one, my flame
To quiver b'neath the sun
Let go the chains that bind you
Our inhibitions be undone
I offer just myself, sweetheart
Wield me as you will
Please take care, my darling
Else the passion spills
I am but yours to conquer
My soul lies at your feet
Treat it well, sweet lover
And yours, I'm sure to be
I'll only know of sorrow, love
If silence claims your song
So sing, sing sweet, my passion
Sing sweet…forever long
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Copyright 2012, Leria Hawkins
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Accept my sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!
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Sympathy In End
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy! By SARTHAK DAS
poem by Sarthak Das
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Dedication To Christina G. Rossetti
Songs light as these may sound, though deep and strong
The heart spake through them, scarce should hope to please
Ears tuned to strains of loftier thoughts than throng
Songs light as these.
Yet grace may set their sometime doubt at ease,
Nor need their too rash reverence fear to wrong
The shrine it serves at and the hope it sees.
For childlike loves and laughters thence prolong
Notes that bid enter, fearless as the breeze,
Even to the shrine of holiest-hearted song,
Songs light as these.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Trust Without Doubt
Though in their views on life and on people not many do share
Those who trust without doubt have a gift that is rare
Doubting Thomases like me you will find everywhere
There are millions if not billions in the big World out there
To trust without Doubt is a wonderful thing
And the praises of those with such a gift I feel obliged to sing
Far too many cynical people like me
Who even doubt what their eyes tell them they do see
People who trust without doubt one does not meet every day
They are an endangered species as some like to say
The Human World is a beautiful World in their eyes
Though many do see them as gullible and unwise
Still their's is a great gift those who trust without doubt
Though one may say of them there's not many about.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet to -----
Ah no! my love knows no vain jealousy:
The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun,
Asks not what other flowers he shines upon,
If he but shine on her. Enough for me,
Thus in thy light to dwell, and thus to share
The sunshine of thy smile with all things fair.
I know thou'rt vowed to Beauty, not to Love.
I would not stay thy footsteps from one shrine,
Nor would I bind thee by a sigh to mine.
For me -- I have no lingering wish to rove;
For though I worship all things fair, like thee,
Of outward grace, of soul-nobility;
Happier than thou, I find them all in one,
And I would worship at thy shrine alone!
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Rotting Ways
Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
Rotting Ways
Fear of death the signs from below
Rotting Ways
...
The fear has come beyond the rotting ways
Now the time writes down the days
They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound
Mystery... back into the ground
Terror fills My mind
Cannot prevent what's mine (revenge was mine)
Silence life thats...
Fearing the souls of fate
Death decides rotting ways
song performed by by Obituary
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Self Betrayed
A new day.
And yet...
The same people,
Use fresh excuses.
Without delay...
Although in denial and self betrayed,
They portray themselves...
As ready to accept whatever it is they must.
But they distrust and fear being exposed by reality!
And whatever is done they do,
Is not connected to solving solutions.
And common sense to them has not been introduced.
They refuse to see themselves as the ones with problems!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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