Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give you new light.
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GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheat--give me serene-moving animals, teaching
content;
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can
walk undisturb'd;
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GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.
Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;
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An olive fire's a lovely thing;
Somehow it makes me think of Spring
As in my grate it over-spills
With dancing flames like daffodils.
They flirt and frolic, twist and twine,
The brassy fire-irons wink and shine. . . .
Leap gold, you flamelets! Laugh and sing:
An olive fire's a lovely thing.
An olive fire's a household shrine:
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peach is on the rose
since orange sun shines so bright
earth's bathed in warm light
redbirds are singing
of yellow saffron summer
near garden stunners
sapphires in the sky
vagrant clouds have gone missing
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my soul-rose has a fulcrum
sometimes
veined petals spread across
skies unknown, thorns ready
for piercing when blood
too perfumed passionate
both melancholic forlorn
vulnerable as jasmine or sturdy
as oak delivering acorns
unfurling as time dictates
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do not ask what my IQ is,
ask whose empire it serves.
do not test my EQ,
test if i weep for your enslaved children.
do not quantify my soul,
quantify the graves dug by your greed.
is it rose--volt black velvet, or ken-&-dee,
who was shut down the same day like a pigeon,
with king, mal.com.x, and other black canaries.
some said the "sea i aye"
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I open my eyes, a dream wearing thin
Your perfumed breath settled into my skin
I follow your path, to your voice I’m sworn
a grasping hand that’s been struck by your thorn
You plucked me away in twinkling night air
hands swiftly unweaving love undeclared
no root could hold on, no voice would remain
so I myself turn, and drift now away
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In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
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