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History
Written By Laurence Binyon Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle In secret, beyond all our probe or gauge. There flows the human story, vast and full; And here a muddy trickle smears the page. The things our hearts remember make a sound So faint; so loud the menace and applause. The gleaners come,…
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Eight o’ Clock
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down. Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck. A.E Housman
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To the virgins, to make much of time
Gather ye rose Rose-buds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp Of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he’s a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That Age is best, which is the first, When…
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The parting
Since there’s no help, come and let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done; you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again,…
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My True Love Hath My Heart
My true love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for another given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven. My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart…
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The Wild Doves At Louis Trichardt
As a proud South African, it gives me great joy to share with you this poem written about my homeland, in fact in one of the most beautiful places here, Limpopo. Enjoy. Morning is busy with long files Of ants and men, all bearing loads. The sun’s gong beats, and sweat runs down. A mason-hornet…
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Joining The Poetry Racket
There are a lot of poets out there, apparently everyone is a poet, on some level. So I thought, if this is the flavor of the week, lets take a taste shall we? With that here is my entry for poem of the week! Roses are red Violets are blue I see the likes Your…
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UW – Grimm’s Unicorn
In the Grimms’ Fairytale about the brave Little Tailor, a King tries to dispose of the hero by setting him impossible tasks, starting with the slaying of two giants that have been terrorizing the land and rashly promising the tailor half the kingdom and his daughters hand in marriage if he succeeds. Well, the wily…
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UW – “…Free as the hurricane…”
Lo! In the mute, mid wilderness, What wondrous creature? – of no kind! – His burning lair doth largely press – Gaze fixt – and feeding on the wind? From his stately forehead springs Piercing to heaven, a radiant horn, – Lo! The compeer of lion-kings! The steer self-armed, the Unicorn! Ever heard of, never…
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Unicorn Week – My Precious
Owing to some unicorns actually having existed over time, by whichever means, the unicorn embodies an ideal that one could say, teases us, with a possibility, a glimmer of hope that they may be real. For some, beyond doubt. It is perhaps a dream like creature, one that hints that it just may be real…
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