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The Canonization

by John Donne

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,
Take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his Honour, or his Grace,
Or the King's real, or his stamped face
Contemplate, what you will, approve,
So you will let me love.

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1914 V: The Soldier

by Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

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Violet Sundance

by Kirsten Sanders

Amid the vestiges of indigo nocturne,
The sky reverberates with anticipation.

The gradual rhythm of light
Breathes order and motion
Under the receding cloak
Of the once reigning night.

A solar sliver slips:
Belly to the horizon,

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The Ballad Of Father Gilligan

by William Butler Yeats

The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.

Once, while he nodded in a chair
At the moth-hour of the eve
Another poor man sent for him,
And he began to grieve.

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A Red Palm

by Gary Soto

You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.

That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair

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Recent Peace Poems

Violet Sundance

by Kirsten Sanders

Little Brown Bottle

by Alexander Palmer

heaven sent, arrhythmia rests
silence from my aching chest
though there's no tombstone where I sleep
all I need is what I reap
the earth beneath my fingernails
bleeds into the soil of verdant hills.

my skin a canvas, often wasted
on trifles better left to rot
now blooms violet among the wakeless

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Magnolia

by T. Caddy

Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.

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The candle of Inspiration

by sookdeo manansingh

Deep within the silence of my soul is a light
that accompany me through the darkness bright

like a flame balancing in the shadow of time
I have to complete my goal and take what is mine

I will not curse the darkness but will seek to forgive
that their time be extended from what they give

I will always be faithful to nature for what it bring

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Harmony

by Mpume Vilakazi

Such beauty is hidden it is not meant for the human eye for seeing.
It is a treasure to pirates that they will never find.
Such beauty that unravels the truth in man, it passes with the wind.
Not so strong but fragile in eternity. Your cells will feel it
passing through like medicine for curing heart infections.
It is so dear that every soul yearns for it, some minds think it’s
gained after war, some minds think it’s gained after success or equality
has been discovered in all trades of inefficiency, but where it is thought
to be gained comes with ones perception of it. And maybe,
just maybe you’ll touch it. Touch it with your heart when love has whelmed it,

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