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You Just Know It Does

“There are days where the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.” ~Lang Leav

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Oak

If you’re an oak You don’t pretend You are a flower ~Matsuo Baho Via Draw & Wings

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We’ve inherited hope

We’ve inherited hope–the gift of forgetting.You’ll see how we givebirth among the ruins. ~Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”, Map: Collected and Last Poems ©2016 Below is a video of writer Bill Hayes reading the full poem for the Favorite Poem Project:

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Poetry in Everything

Alexander Bayon is on the web HERE.

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Won’t They, Comrade?

Paul Laurence Dunbar had a sense of rhythm very similar to Rudyard Kipling. His works are in the public domain and may be downloaded freely from Project Gutenberg, HERE. There are multiple formats available, including EPUB, Kindle, plain text, and HTML for on-line reading. The Voice of the Banjoby Paul Laurence Dunbar In a small …

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Joy, too

via Draw & Wings

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Gallant

For The Man Who Fails by Paul Laurence Dunbar The world is a snob, and the man who wins Is the chap for its money’s worth: And the lust for success causes half of the sins That are cursing this brave old earth. For it ‘s fine to go up, and the world’s applause Is …

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Feel the Magic

I lit all of my worries like floating candles as they drifted downthe river,watched as their fire fadedinto the fog. I can still feel the magicof letting go. ~by D. Antoinette Foy

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But Is That All?

The Sum Paul Laurence Dunbar A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,–and that is life. A little short-lived summer’s morn, When joy seems all so newly born, When one day’s sky is blue above, And one bird sings,–and that is love. …

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When All Is Done

When All Is Doneby Paul Laurence Dunbar When all is done, and my last word is said,And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,”Let no one weep, for fear that I should know,And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so. When all is done and in the oozing clay,Ye lay this cast-off hull of …

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One Like Me

The Only Poemby Leonard Cohen This is the only poemI can readI am the only onecan write itI didn’t kill myselfwhen things went wrongI didn’t turnto drugs or teachingI tried to sleepbut when I couldn’t sleepI learned to writeI learned to writewhat might be readon nights like thisby one like me You can watch a …

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Haiku

Excerpted from the FAQs at Celebrity Death Haiku: What is haiku? A poem in three lines,With Seventeen syllablesOf five, seven, five

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