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Sex

© Guiterman Arthur

Amœbas at the start Were not complex;They tore themselves apart And started Sex.

Safety First

© Guiterman Arthur

The Deer don't dine When a Wolf's about,And the Porcupine Sticks his quill-points out.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown;Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown:Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss

Seagulls

© Gerald Gould

Two seagulls flying Alone and away,Gold in the dying Gold of the day,Soon will turn silver, soon Pass out of sight:Silvered they'll be in the moon, And sped in the night.

So Long It's Been

© Gotlieb Phyllis

Fibonacci found the significance of1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 ...,they explainthe way seeds spiral in the sunflower and pine scalestwist in the cone

Seventh Seal

© Gotlieb Phyllis

Gauntface or madshadow tellme what the world is? I knowyears at the Sat

Similar Cases

© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins

There was once a little animal, No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scampered Over Tertiary rocks

Still-born

© Gilbert Ruth

You that no skill could stir, I feel you stirringA restless ghost within my haunted side;Your light feet thrust, your frail hands beat against meAsking the life eternally denied.

Storm

© William Gay

I love not when the oily seas Heave huge and slow beneath the sun,When decks are hot, and dead the breeze, And wits are dropping one by one.

Sistrum

© Fuller Margaret

Triune, shaping, restless power,Life-flow from life's natal hour,No music chords are in thy sound;By some thou'rt but a rattle found;Yet, without thy ceaseless motion,To ice would turn their dead devotion

St. Transcona

© Fiorentino Jon Paul

Transcona calls me at three in the morningdemanding a rewrite

Song from Love in a Tub

© Sir George Etherege

If she be not as kind as fair, But peevish and unhandy,Leave her, she's only worth the care Of some spruce Jack-a-dandy

Song

© Ebenezer Elliott

Child, is thy father dead? Father is gone!Why did they tax his bread? God's will be done!Mother has sold her bed;Better to die than wed!Where shall she lay her head? Home we have none!

Sweet Evenings Come and Go, Love

© George Eliot

"La noche buena se viene,La noche buena se va,Y nosotros nos iremosY no volveremos mas." -- Old Villancico.

Should've

© Dutton Paul

You should've loved me, I guess;should've guessed I would have you'n' love'd've been whatwould've, should've been'n' I'd've loved youif you'd've loved me, I guessif I'd been lovingyou'd've had meloving you,only youloving having me'n' 'd've beenlove'n' 'd've hadyou'n' 'd'veyou 'n' me'n' bein' in love'n' I'd have you, love,'n' you'd have me'n' love'd have us'n' we'd have love'n' you'n' I'n' love'n' I should've loved you, I guess;should've guessedyou would have me

Sonnet: What doth it Serve

Song: Phoebus Arise

Phœbus, arise,And paint the sable skiesWith azure, white, and red;Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bedThat she thy career may with roses spread;The nightingales thy coming each where sing;Make an eternal spring;Give life to this dark world which lieth dead