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Robert Browning

How blind the toil that burrows like the mole,
In winding graveyard pathways underground,
For Browning's lineage! What if men have found
Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll
Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul?
Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned
Through all the world, -- the poets laurel-crowned
With wreaths from which the autumn takes no toll.

The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these:
The flaming sign of Shelley's heart on fire,
The golden globe of Shakespeare's human stage,
The staff and scrip of Chaucer's pilgrimage,
The rose of Dante's deep, divine desire,
The tragic mask of wise Euripides.

poem by Henry Van Dyke
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXI

TO ONE EXCUSING HIS POVERTY
Ah! love, impute it not to me a sin
That my poor soul thus beggared comes to thee.
My soul a pilgrim was, in search of thine,
And met these accidents by land and sea.
The world was hard, and took its usury,
Its toll for each new night in each new inn;
And every road had robber bands to fee;
And all, even kindness, must be paid in coin.
Behold my scrip is empty, my heart bare.
I give thee nothing who my all would give.
My pilgrimage is finished, and I fare
Bare to my death, unless with thee I live.
Ah! give, love, and forgive that I am poor.
Ah! take me to thy arms and ask no more.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Sonnets of the Empire:Gloriana’s England

Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free,
Fearing nor foeman’s hate, nor iron clime,
Nor Lima’s flame, nor Plata’s fever-slime,
So they might give thee far Cathay in fee;
Yet swept thy poets o’er a vaster sea,
’Neath fairer gales to Indies more sublime,
Questing along the golden shores of Rhyme
For all the treasure of eternity.

One will, one end, one pulse of deep desire,
Drove Hudson through the ice to joy and death,
Sped Drake to glory through the long South roll:
And kindled Marlowe’s eager heart with fire,
Set Spenser voyaging ’neath the spirit’s breath,
And won the world for Shakespeare’s captain soul.

poem by Archibald Thomas Strong
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Wind of Autumn

Wind of autumn
Fire of summer-
Sweet girl of sixteen

Autumn without chirping
Of cuckoo in life-
Does not mean

How can the poets
Construct poetry;
If autumn remain far

Fire of summer
Looks wanton eye;
Say what you desire

Autumn knows the youth
Rainy day cloud;
O! Love rose begin.

poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Insomnia

Thin are the night-skirts left behind
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.

Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.

Is there a home where heavy earth
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
Where water leaves no thirst again
And springing fire is Love's new birth?
If faith long bound to one true goal
May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your soul
For ever nearer yet.

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Dramatic Finale

Shakespeare loved a corpse
strewn Globe Theatre stage.
As audience universal appeal; twas
all Elizabethan; dramatic finale rage.

Shakespeare loved a corpse strewn stage.
Dramatic methods made a single scene,
carry multiple meanings, beyond mere action,
echo tragic ruin; vibrating dust porous lives.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Three Unique Flowers!

Due to flowers world itself is called as flower world!
Of them lotus, rose and tulip are world renowned ones
Nobody can deny their significance anywhere anytime!

Danish renowned tulip flowers cheer all by unique beauty!
Tulip flowers of many colours have made mark in literature;
Everybody cherishes their beauty unique in Nature all time.

Rose flower, the thorny beauty of all is the queen of flowers
Everybody has an high esteem and value for rose everywhere!
It is the chosen flower uniquely cherished as a symbol of love.

Lotus flower with yellow seeds in is cherished as divine one!
It is highly esteemed as a spiritual flower for meditation most;
Spiritually valued high lotus flower has mystical significance.

If tulips are angels rose is the queen of love poets cherish
Meant to worship mystically elevating divine lotus ever fresh!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Fight Fire With Fire

There's a hole in the wall
And the light shines in
And it's telling me now to get up
It's time to begin
Oh, there's nothing to lose
'Cause it's already lost
In a runaway world of confusion
I'm not gonna take it
That's why I fight fire with fire
Oh, I'm burning inside and my heart is a-crying
Fire with fire
I don't want to lose this flaming desire
Standing alone
In a crowded room
I can feel a chill in the air
I'm shaken
I'm miles away
I want to cry out loud
I want to fight till the end
I won't let 'em take me alive
And you know I'll fight fire with fire
Oh, I'm burning inside and my heart is a-crying
Fire with fire
'Cause I'm never gonna lose this flaming desire

song performed by by Kansas
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Dragon In My Soul

Fire,
It burns in all of us,
It burns deep in my soul,

I fell it when I'm told no,
Fire,
or you would not under stand,
That you are to young,

Flame brakes,
out like wild fire,

I look at the world in away that most adults are blind to,
I sit in my corner,
day,
night,
hoping.
Hoping that I will be free,
free from my age,

Cinders start to flame,

I look at the earth,
poisoned,
Fire,
poisoned by the adults,
Fire,
The government is a place that the idiots go,
Fire,
to control us,

Fire burns deep,

They make bad decisions,
Fire
Pass laws that make no sense,
Fire
but we have to listen,
Fire
we have to do,

Then the fire burns,

My soul is ablaze,
Anger,
Hate,
Sadness,

Fire,

I understand what you are saying,
That's why I argue,
Fire,
louder,
Fire,
Until I am yelling,
Until the fire is flaming out of my mouth,
Coming from my lungs,

My soul is on fire,
Anger,
hate,
sadness,

poem by Shadrach Knight
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A Song To Amoret

If I were dead, and, in my place,
Some fresher youth designed
To warm thee, with new fires; and grace
Those arms I left behind:

Were he as faithful as the Sun,
That's wedded to the Sphere;
His blood as chaste and temperate run,
As April's mildest tear;

Or were he rich; and, with his heap
And spacious share of earth,
Could make divine affection cheap,
And court his golden birth;

For all these arts, I'd not believe
(No! though he should be thine!),
The mighty Amorist could give
So rich a heart as mine!

Fortune and beauty thou might'st find,
And greater men than I;
But my true resolved mind
They never shall come nigh.

For I not for an hour did love,
Or for a day desire,
But with my soul had from above
This endless holy fire.

poem by Henry Vaughan
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Flaming Youth

Whoo yeah
My parents think Im crazy and they hate the things I do
Im stupid and Im lazy, man, if they only knew
How flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth, our flag is flying higher and higher and higher
My uniform is leather, and my power is my age
Im gettin it together to break out of my cage
cause flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth, our flag is flying higher and higher and higher
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth will set the world on fire
Flaming youth, our flag is flying higher and higher
And higher and higher and higher and higher and higher

song performed by by Kiss
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The Moon's Pilgrimage...

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …

(… and A Pilgrim’s Lips, Will Bring An Eclipse Soon –
In A Pilgrimage – Across The Moon …)

poem by MoonBee Canady
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L'Envoi

Thou art the goal for which my spirit longs;
As dove on dove,
Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs
With all my love.

Thou art the haven with fair harbour lights;
Safe locked in thee,
My heart would anchor after stormful nights
Alone at sea.

Thou art the rest of which my life is fain,
The perfect peace;
Absorbed in thee the world, with all its pain
And toil, would cease.

Thou art the heaven to which my soul would go!
O dearest eyes,
Lost in your light you would turn hell below
To Paradise.

Thou all in all for which my heart-blood yearns!
Yea, near or far--
Where the unfathomed ether throbs and burns
With star on star,

Or where, enkindled by the fires of June,
The fresh earth glows,
Blushing beneath the mystical white moon
Through rose on rose--

Thee, thee, I see, thee feel in all live things,
Beloved one;
In the first bird which tremulously sings
Ere peep of sun;

In the last nestling orphaned in the hedge,
Rocked to and fro,
When dying summer shudders in the sedge,
And swallows go;

When roaring snows rush down the mountain-pass,
March floods with rills
Or April lightens through the living grass
In daffodils;

When poppied cornfields simmer in the heat
With tare and thistle,
And, like winged clouds above the mellow wheat,
The starlings whistle;

When stained with sunset the wide moorlands glare
In the wild weather,
And clouds with flaming craters smoke and flare
Red o'er red heather;

When the bent moon, on frostbound midnights waking,
Leans to the snow
Like some world-mother whose deep heart is breaking
O'er human woe.

As the round sun rolls red into the ocean,
Till all the sea
Glows fluid gold, even so life's mazy motion
Is dyed with thee:

For as the wave-like years subside and roll,
O heart's desire,
Thy soul glows interfused within my soul,
A quenchless fire.

Yea, thee I feel, all storms of life above,
Near though afar;
O thou my glorious morning star of love,
And evening star.

poem by Mathilde Blind
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Tears of the poor

Tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich.
Shedding of blood
Rich man's headache,
Poor men's justice.
Water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish,
Fire is the only solution
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is lover's desire
Poor men's unbearable pain.
Din is the only right choice
To put forth your demand.
Dew is the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and the king,
Morning is the 1st step
Of that poor men's sufferings.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Blue World

Heart and soul took control
Took control of me
Paid my dues spread the news
Hands across the sea
Put me down turned me round
Turned me round to see
Marble halls open doors
Someone found the key
And its only what you do
That keeps coming back on you
And its only what you say
That can give yourself away
Underground sight and sound
Human symphony
Heard the voice had no choice
Needed to be free
Fly me high touch the sky
Left the earth below
Heard the line saw the sign
Knew which way to go
Cos its easier to try
Than to prove it cant be done
And its easier to stay
Than to turn around and run
Its a blue world
It takes somebody to help somebody
Oh its a blue world
Its a new world
It needs somebody to love somebody
Oh its a blue world
Heart and soul took control
Took control of me
Paid my dues spread the news
Hands across the sea
Put me down turned me round
Turned me round to see
Marble halls open doors
Someone found the key
And its only what you do
That keeps coming back on you
And its only what you say
That can give yourself away
Cos its easier to try
Than to prove it cant be done
And its easier to stay
Than to turn around and run
Its a blue world
It takes somebody to help somebody
Oh its a blue world
Its a new world
It needs somebody to love somebody
Oh its a blue world
Its a blue world
It takes somebody to help somebody
Oh its a blue world
Its a new world
It needs somebody to love somebody
Oh its a blue world

song performed by by Moody Blues
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The Lute And The Lyre

Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root,
Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire,
Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit
Deep desire.

Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose buds respire,
Strong as grows the yearning of the blossom toward the fruit,
Sounds the secret half unspoken ere the deep tones tire.

Slow subsides the rapture that possessed love's flower-soft lute,
Slow the palpitation of the triumph of the lyre:
Still the soul feels burn, a flame unslaked though these be mute,
Deep desire.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Poets Land

When I feel I need to write my spirit takes
wings at once and begins to fly
Throughout my veins I get inspired
Somehow I get the feeling like being in paradise
Words begin flying around just I try to
catch them they arise at once up
I feel my soul rose up to air near them
I start following them and I get more inspired
Music note symbols begin chasing each
other throughout my heart veins
Sometimes a soft melody takes my soul
to legendary worlds
Sometimes the sad voice of the lute that I
adore the most
Takes my soul with it flies to heavens
I desert the world while I get inspired
Butterflies fly inside my heart
I go to another world its not the eart
Another world It's called poets land
Poets land is filled with pure emotions and delicacy of feeling
Everywhere is colored white and surrounded with wonderful roses
Angels wear baby blue veils with smiling faces
Every while and while angels cradle by
The adorable violin music makes angels cry
Ah another world its another place
Nowhere to human greed nor for haters ugly race only pure emotions will forever revive there.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Sonnet: Eternal Light

As long as there was some light, I could see;
And when the lights went out, I became blind,
Like a mole; the window-pane did I find!
The light came through, I regained acuity.

The blind can’t see even in broad daylight,
But they discern what men with eyes cannot!
The latter struggle more than what blind ought!
Men cannot see at night without moonlight.

In light or darkness, who helps man to see?
’Tis Maker-God, the true light of the world;
Man’s inward eye can see his destiny;
A soul in sin, to divine light is cold.

God is Light in light and in darkness;
No man is blind, his soul in God’s harness!

poem by John Celes
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Loves Flaming Fire

let me walk by your side
let me feel what you try to hide.
let me see where you have been
from the beginning to the end.

let me feel your aches and pains
let me cover up your shames.
let me be your second skin
so that no harm could ever get in.

let me protect you from the storm
for it is here that i belong.
let my 'loves flaming fire'
fill your heart with desire
the desire to be loved forever more.
for there is so much that i have in store.

i will take your broken heart
and put it together part by part.
i will make it whole again
so we could be much more than friends.

you had searched your whole life through
when i was right next to you.
given the chance you will see
that i'll love you endlessly.

you must extinguish this flaming fire
before it gets any higher.
love me, as i have loved you
for my heart has always been true.

this is my:
'LOVES FLAMING FIRE'

poem by Louis Rams
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The Tears Of The Poor Man

The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Tears of the poor man (alternative version)