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Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Each single angel is terrifying.
And so I force myself, swallow and hold back
the surging call of my dark sobbing.

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by Elizabeth Bishop

About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.

It must be Nova Scotia; only there

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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;

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The Untrustworthy Speaker

by Louise Gluck

Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken.
I don't see anything objectively.

I know myself; I've learned to hear like a psychiatrist.
When I speak passionately,
That's when I'm least to be trusted.

It's very sad, really: all my life I've been praised
For my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight-
In the end they're wasted-

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Crossed Threads

by Helen Hunt Jackson

The silken threads by viewless spinners spun,
Which float so idly on the summer air,
And help to make each summer morning fair,
Shining like silver in the summer sun,
Are caught by wayward breezes, one by one,
Are blown to east and west and fastened there,
Weaving on all the roads their sudden snare.
No sign which road doth safest, freest run,
The wingèd insects know, that soar so gay
To meet their death upon each summer day.

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Recent Trust Poems

When trust no longer trusts

by Mario Odekerken

Trust once stood,firm and tall,
a quiet tower,shielding all.
But cracks appeared, unseen unheard,
betrayal whispered its quiet word.

What is a bond,if fragile,weak,
a promise broken when none speak?
The hands that held now hesitate,
once open paths close their gates.

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39. A Day In His Courts

by Kea Campbell

Distractions feel good, that's why they're distracting.
When are you going to trade the temporary for the everlasting?

I dwell on mountain tops, but I come from rock bottom.
I've been cut and I've been broken with plans for no tomorrow.

While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice in my head.
It didn't come from this world, nor did it deduce rightful dread.

While I was weeping in my closet, I heard a voice from within.

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38. Desires Have Tired

by Kea Campbell

We desire compensation because the world lacks the Lord's love.
Humans are designed to love unconditionally,
But the world has put a condition on everything.
Purpose isn’t to be fulfilled; it’s to be pursued.
Too often, we ask God to take the wheel,
But little do we realize, that God already paved the roads for us to travel.

Tuesday 14 May 2024

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29. Ruiner

by Kea Campbell

What's your deal with patterns of old?
Have you not learned anything from what you’ve been told?

We compensate happiness for assets and money.
Outcomes synonymous with the feelings we get when we're lonely.

You told me to trust you and look where that got me,
Empty and forsaken, full of bitter, full of hopelessness and rotted dreams.

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The Storm

by J’kuan Liverpool

The Storm

It’s storming outside this house I’m in ,
I’m scared to look outside and see the damage ,
I can feel the pouring in from the roof ,
The wood is wet and the last fire burnt out ,
It’s getting so cold and it’s hard to breath,
I can’t believe the sun was shining yesterday,
Now today the only light I see is a dim candle ,
I hear the winds knocking on the fragile door ,

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