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nycdave
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#291735 5 months, 4 weeks ago
Dust of Snow
By: Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree


Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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ratdog2112
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#292133 5 months, 3 weeks ago
Forever

Forever we remain oblivious to the future,
Lost to the past, and enduring our torture.
Forever we take chances to settle our scores,
Losing some battles and winning some wars.
Forever praying out loud hoping someone will hear,
Forever crying softly but never shedding a tear.
Forever exists behind a disguise,
But the belief in forever keeps our hearts alive.

-Terri Nicole Tharrington
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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Life is sweeter for this!

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#293601 5 months, 2 weeks ago
My Love is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.



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#293926 5 months, 2 weeks ago
The last leaf
by Harry Behn

A few leaves stay for a while on the trees
After their color begins to turn,
And no other leaves seem as gold as these
Not even the ones our bonfires burn
With golden flames in piles on the ground.
A few leaves stay so long that I found
The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,
And when a galloping wind came round
The edge of our house and started to blow
Snow dust to sparkles floating free.
When the wind ran away, almost with me,
And sunshine settled quiet and cold.
There, like a bird, still on the tree
Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold
But curly and brown and dry and old.




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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nycdave
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#295164 5 months, 1 week ago
Woods in Winter
By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.

O'er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.

Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.

Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river's gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater's iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.

Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd,
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
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nycdave
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#295165 5 months, 1 week ago
Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O little feet! that such long years
Must wander on through hopes and fears,
Must ache and bleed beneath your load;
I, nearer to the wayside inn
Where toil shall cease and rest begin,
Am weary, thinking of your road!

O little hands! that, weak or strong,
Have still to serve or rule so long,
Have still so long to give or ask;
I, who so much with book and pen
Have toiled among my fellow-men,
Am weary, thinking of your task.

O little hearts! that throb and beat
With such impatient, feverish heat,
Such limitless and strong desires;
Mine that so long has glowed and burned,
With passions into ashes turned
Now covers and conceals its fires.

O little souls! as pure and white
And crystalline as rays of light
Direct from heaven, their source divine,
Refracted through the mist of years,
How red my setting sun appears,
How lurid looks this soul of mine!
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#295166 5 months, 1 week ago
Moonlight
By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruin's haunted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.

Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.

Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendor of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.

I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.

All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down,
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.

The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air,
While marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.

Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of every day,
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober gray.

In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind,
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing, what we bring we find.
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#295413 5 months, 1 week ago
November Rain

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' last forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November Rain.

-Guns N' Roses
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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#296273 5 months ago
Life's own Battle

Didn't want a battle,
Yet you declared war,
Each knock you gave me made
me stronger then before,
I will not give up,
I will not give in,
You won't make me fall,
I won't let you win.

-Emma Jackson
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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#299892 4 months ago
Twas the Night before a Dead Show

'Twas the night before a Dead show and all through the place,
All the heads were dosed - just trippin' to space.
The joints were all rolled with precision and care,
With hopes that St. Stephen soon would be there.

The freaks were nestled all stoned in their beds,
While visions of Johanna danced in their heads.
With me in my poncho and her in my hand,
Just dyin to hear "Uncle John's Band."

When out from the stage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
O' way to the stadium I flew with my stash,
I kicked down the gate - it fell with a crash.

the light from the orb, hanging so high.
Blinded me like I was Born cross Eyed.
And what to my red glossy eyes should appear,
A shadowed figure, could it be Mr. Weir?

No, too big to be Bob, too short to be Phil,
Could it be Mickey, Vince, or maybe even Bill?
He started to sing and the sound from his lips,
Assured me at once that he was Captain Trips!

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
I exclaimed in excitement, "Oh Wow! It's Jerry."
I couldn't believe it - just Jerry and Me,
"Play something" I said. "Play Sugaree."

The Fat man jammed - he was on a roll,
With his sweet songs, he rocked my soul.
Jerry spoke once, and his message was plain:
"Gotta go now," he said. "It looks Like Rain."

But I heard him exclaim as he walked out of sight,
"Good Lovin' to all, and I bid You Goodnight."


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