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Gone Fishin'

by Delmar Pepper

I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.

Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.

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A Monumental Column

by John Webster

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR ROBERT CARR, VISCOUNT ROCHESTER, KNIGHT OF THE MOST NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, AND ONE OF HIS MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL.

My right noble lord,

I present to your voidest leisure of survey these few sparks found out in our most glorious prince his ashes. I could not have thought this worthy your view, but that it aims at the preservation of his fame, than which I know not anything (but the sacred lives of both their majesties and their sweet issue) that can be dearer unto you. Were my whole life turned into leisure, and that leisure accompanied with all the Muses, it were not able to draw a map large enough of him; for his praise is an high-going sea that wants both shore and bottom. Neither do I, my noble lord, present you with this night-piece to make his death-bed still float in those compassionate rivers of your eyes: you have already, with much lead upon your heart, sounded both the sorrow royal and your own. O, that care should ever attain to so ambitious a title! Only, here though I dare not say you shall find him live, for that assurance were worth many kingdoms, yet you shall perceive him draw a little breath, such as gives us comfort his critical day is past, and the glory of a new life risen, neither subject to physic nor fortune. For my defects in this undertaking, my wish presents itself with that of Martial's;

O utinam mores animumque effingere possem!
Pulchrior in terris nulla tabella foret.

Howsoever, your protection is able to give it noble lustre, and bind me by that honourable courtesy to be ever

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CafÉ Comedy

by Robert William Service

She

I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
I've never seen him - that's the funny part.
I promised I would wear a rose of red,
Pinned on my coat above my fluttered heart,
So that he'd know me - a precaution wise,
Because I wrote him I was twenty-three,
And Oh such heaps and heaps of silly lies. . .
So when we meet what will he think of me?

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Tears, Idle Tears

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

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Recent Sad Poems

Drops of Dew

by Nyx Grace

Drops of Dew
when the darkness fades
the rays of hope
gently kiss my skin,
I open my eys to notice
the glistening rose
in my reach within.

the drops of dew
that she refuses to let go,

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What am I to You?

by Nyx Grace

maybe I will be the moon
to your ocean
silenty looking after you,
casting my gentle spell.
in the end, love you enough,
to let you go,
as you run towards the sand
to be together forevermore,
but first came to me
to be the tide for you.

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For You

by Ziggy Ziggy

For You
-Ziggy

For you, I gave up everything,
Left my dreams, my peace, my wings.
I thought your love would be my guide,
But you left me standing here, alone inside.

I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul,
Tried to make you happy, to make you whole.

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Rose-Colored Glass

by Jillian Mueller

Love for you stings, sharp and unwanted—
not by your actions,
but the quiet, aching knowing
you’ll never be mine to hold.

Your absence echoes through the silence,
but when you return,
time holds its breath.
I replay our moments—
a broken record,

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Adrift in Your Indifference

by Jillian Mueller

I trace the cracks within myself,
yet find none upon you—
Your skin, a barren canvas,
untouched by time or flaw,
While mine, a weathered map,
etched by stares that linger too long.

You label yourself two-faced,
but I only set eyes on one
side of the wall.

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