Hope is the thing with feather
feather
twirls, swirls,
dances
casting
a small theatre
in the air
before touching
the ground
then swept again
by the wind
sommersaults
slides
before taking
another trip
of its wayward dance
evoking hope
in this solitary trip i make
to be a poet
where i give myself up
to the world
trails with the wind
twirls, swirls,
sommersaults
with words
into every man's heart
inspired by:
Hope is the thing with feather —
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
Emily Dickinson
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
Without the words,
and never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the words without the tune, and never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all.
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Hope is the thing with feathers -- that perches in the soul -- and sings the tune without words -- and never stops, at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Feather in Universe!
Feathery, feather, feathery
Blowing wind, it twirls and dances
Drenching rain, oh, feather, feathery
Like the Stars, Planets, in their orbit
Mystic and steady they go, no pillar
A distance to cover, energized, re-energized
Hmnn, feather, feather, feathery,
No staking, own, and alone, traversing
A soul in the wind, in Universe, Oh, feather!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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Ogedengbe agbogungboro
1.A fearless warrior of great charisma,
men want to be him and women his lovers,
his bravery; an unsolved enigma,
a warrior that attacks better than a tiger,
his vision of d future brought succour
and hope to the villagers.
2.He cheated death in a miraculous way,
though death was filled with dismay
what could possibly kill him
if the beheading did not send him off to his grave,
Alas! all hope was lost for his attackers
where was hope? ...hope was in an antique cave.
3.A saviour for the ijeshas,
as the oracle had predicted,
hope it brought to the ijeshas,
a news that alleviates fear indeed from ifa.
4.Hope is that thing with feathers,
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,
and sore must be the storm,
of the attackers on the ijeshas
that could abash ogedengbe agbogungboro
that kept so many warm,
but the hope he gave the ijeshas
was one to behold.
poem by Damian olatunde Ogedengbe
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Once Heard-now Remembered
Light as a feather
she twirls, she spins
and that's before
the music begins.
The music's been playing.
It's not been heard.
But in her memory
her heart is stirred.
Since silence has come
all the music is done.
She relies on her past
when sounds were the sun.
In her head the tune's playing.
She feels it and starts swaying.
The sounds of the words
have all gone away.
But not the music,
it will always stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Language Fengshui
language is fengshui
of wind, spirit, water and soil
set in place as the mind
negotiates its way through
the terrain of land and rivers,
hearts and souls
language is fengshui
acted out by the spirit of
the land as it twirls and swirls
through the tongue
to the heat, wind, light, water,
vibrations of land
charting out the joys, dos
and donts of land
for japanese,
subject and object meet
before they get
to know what they
are really out for
it is always
i movie see to go
and to the kimonoed girl you love
you have better say
i you love
for chinese
subject tells object directly
what he will do to her
always i wish to kiss her
for brits, yes, it is similar
subject verb object
i wish to kiss her
for germans and japanese
ying and yang
walk in separate lane
words for women
words for men
the sexes distinct
as black and white
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Piper On The Hills
A CHILD'S SONG
There sits a piper on the hill
Who pipes the livelong day,
And when he pipes both loud and shrill,
The frightened people say
‘The wind, the wind is blowing up,
'Tis rising to a gale.’
The women hurry to the shore
To watch some distant sail.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Is blowing to a gale.
But when he pipes all sweet and low,
The piper on the hill,
I hear the merry women go
With laughter, loud and shrill
‘The wind, the wind is coming south,
'Twill blow a gentle day.’
They gather on the meadow-land,
To toss the yellow hay.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Is blowing south to-day.
And in the morn, when winter comes,
To keep the piper warm,
The little Angels shake their wings
To make a feather storm
‘The snow, the snow has come at last!’
The happy children call,
And ‘ring around’ they dance in glee,
And watch the snowflakes fall.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Has spread a snowy pall.
But when at night the piper plays,
I have not any fear,
Because God's windows open wide
The pretty tune to hear;
And when each crowding spirit looks,
From its star window-pane,
A watching mother may behold
Her little child again.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
May blow her home again.
poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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the ballet dancer
twirls and swirls
turns my world around
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Prom Night
The stage is yours
Dance to the best of your ability
With the boy you love
And care about
You trust him as you fall into his arms
After twirls and twirls and twirls
He catches you like he was Prince Charming
While you were Cinderella
He smiles like he was the sun
And he shines the sun rays on you
You fall for his eyes
And his cute personality
The dance floor is yours
You held him like you never had before
Your heart is palpitating
As you had been waiting for this day
For years after years
When he could hold your hand and dance with you
On the dance floor
With everyone looking and envying
While he ends it with a kiss
poem by Gwyneth Seah
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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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autumn dance
a leaf drops, spirals,
sommersaults on ground
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Something In You
There must be something in you,
That twists the land, twirls the sea;
Before you the world may be !
There must be something in you,
Which can change worn-out old things
Sprouting new leaves in dead trees!
There must be something in you,
From where seed of freedom springs;
Banning winter autumn brings!
There must be something in you,
Which has been gained by a few,
To spell all with anew hue!
There must be something in you,
To make you more than a dame,
Adds feather to cap of fame.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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