Category Archives: Poems.

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  Death and I When death comes I’ll need not love – Consumed, No wreath or dove Could offer me salvation, Not when I’m no more. A weathered stone will bear my name – Identity of once a being Living … Continue reading

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      Oh, Swallow, Swallow  Oh, Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,     Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,    And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.   O tell here, Swallow, thou that knowest … Continue reading

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The roads also.By Wilfred Owen.(1893-1918)  Most of Owen’s poems are about war, specifically the Great Warin which he was killed. But there are others of his, like this fragment, that show the muchgentler kind of poet he might of become had … Continue reading

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A video of peace to start the week. Forget about the recession, forget about the chaos in the world,and forget about your pain. for just a moment. ( turn off music player first)         To all who … Continue reading

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One of my favourite poems. When we fall in love, sometimes it is as if we are dreaming !!!                           Surrender         Love, when first … Continue reading

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        O world of light O world of beauty! where are there  pleasures so sweet as thine ? Yes, life is love and love is duty; and what heart sorrows Oh no not mine. E.W. WILCOX.   … Continue reading

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A CHRISTMAS POEM FOR YOU. Somewhere across the winter world tonight You will be hearing chimes that fill the air;  Christmas extends its all-enfolding light Across the distance…something we can share. You will be singing, just the same as I, … Continue reading

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A POEM BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.       THE LOST LAND.   THERE IS A STORY OF A BEAUTEOUS LAND, WHERE FIELDS WERE FERTILE AND WHERE FLOWERS WERE BRIGHT; WHERE TALL TOWERS GLISTENED IN THE MORNING LIGHT, WHERE HAPPY … Continue reading

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 "SOMETHING TAPPED" Something tapped on the pane of my roomWhen there was never a traceOf wind or rain, and I saw in the gloomMy weary Beloved’s face. "O I am tired of waiting," she said,"Night, morn, noon, afternoon;So cold it … Continue reading