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My Muse
© Stevie Smith
My Muse sits forelornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.
My Little Wet Home In the Trench
© Skeyhill Tom
I've a little wet home in the trench,Which the rain-storms continually drench; Blue sky overhead, Mud and clay for a bed,And a stone that we use for a bench
Man’s Sinfulness And Need Of Repentance And Forgiveness
© The Bible
“Look! With error I was brought forth with birth pains,
And in sin my mother conceived me.”
“May you purify me from sin with hyssop, that I may be clean;
May you wash me, that I may become whiter even than snow.”
“Conceal your face from my sins,
And wipe out even all my errors.”—Ps. 51:5, 7, 9.
Macbeth (excerpts): Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
© William Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death
Marmion: Canto 6
© Sir Walter Scott
Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge
Marmion: Canto 5
© Sir Walter Scott
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone
My Amoeba Is Unaware
© Scott Francis Reginald
of this poem in its favour, though it sharesin my totality
Mortality
© Roberts Theodore Goodridge
A little strife--and oh! the long forgetting. A gust of cheering--and the frozen breath.A day of singing--and a night of silence. An hour for living--and an age for death.
Monition
© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
A faint wind, blowing from World's End, Made strange the city street.A strange sound mingled in the fall Of the familiar feet.
Midland Swimmer
© Reibetanz John
'Are you asleep?'Like a door that always openson the same empty closet,the old jokey questionyou can never answer 'yes' tois a snap, in comparisonto 'Where are you?'
My Last Will
© Raleigh Walter Alexander
When I am safely laid away,Out of work and out of play,Sheltered by the kindly groundFrom the world of sight and sound,One or two of those I leaveWill remember me and grieve,Thinking how I made them gayBy the things I used to say;-- But the crown of their distressWill be my untidiness
My God Why Are You Crying?
© Peacock Molly
When someone cries, after making love spillsa pail of tears inside, it is the acheof years, all the early years' emptinesshollowed into a pail-like form which fillswith feeling now felt aloud, that resounds
Mid-America Prayer
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Standing againwithin and among all things,Standing with each otheras sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers,daughters and sons, grandmothers and grandfathers --the past and present generations of our people,Standing againwith and among all items of life,the land, rivers, the mountains, plants, animals,all life that is around usthat we are included with,Standing within the circle of the horizon,the day sky and the night sky,the sun, moon, the cycle of seasonsand the earth mother which sustains us,Standing againwith all thingsthat have been in the past,that are in the present,and that will be in the futurewe acknowledge ourselvesto be in a relationship that is responsibleand proper, that is loving and compassionate,for the sake of the land and all people;we ask humbly of the creative forces of lifethat we be given a portionwith which to help ourselves so that our struggleand work will also be creativefor the continuance of life,Standing again, within, among all thingswe ask in all sincerity, for hope, courage, peace,strength, vision, unity and continuance
Making Quiltwork
© Ortiz Simon Joseph
Like the coat of many colors, the letters, scraps,all those odds and bits we live by, we have cometo know
Molly Odell on her Birthday
© Odell Jonathan
Amidst the rage of civil strife,The orphan's cries, the widow's tears,This day my rising dawn of lifeHas measured five revolving years.
