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Topic: Some of My favorite PoemsPosted: October 24 2007 at 12:43am
BY Khalil Gibran |
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death." |
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BY Pablo Neruda |
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Take bread away from me, if you wish, |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
| Because I could not stop for Death | |
| by Emily Dickinson | |
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed us – The Dews drew quivering and chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity – | |
| Sonnet 116 | |
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| William Shakespeare (1609) | |
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds | |
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John Donne
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee |
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| Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, | |
| For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, | |
| Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. | |
| From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, | 5 |
| Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, | |
| And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, | |
| Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. | |
| Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, | |
| And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, | 10 |
| And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, | |
| And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; | |
| One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, | |
| And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. |
Edited by Anomis - October 24 2007 at 1:02am
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Posted: October 25 2007 at 9:15pm
We Need A Revolution
unless we make it change.
The white house is the rock house.
Uncle Sam is the motha f**kin' pusher man.
What I gotta do to make sure ya understand?
Spit it on a beat by Timbaland?
What I gotta do?
Kidnap Aaliyah, take her melody?
Make it relevant? Hold her harmony hostage
to these people, ???army verses,
that's??? the arms in the churches,
bombs in the purses.
Just when you think it's
calm on the surface,
we bomb on the first.
Uncle Tom get nervous and reverse.
Revolutionary curse words.
First come, first served.
It ain't no lost love.
Freedom cost blood.
That's the word to the
???mouth bird???, n****.
We need a revolution,
We need a revolution,
The system ain't gonna change
unless we make it change.
(x2)
(Black Power) We need a revolution, (RBG's)
We need a revolution, (RBG's)
The system ain't gonna
change (RBG's) unless we
make it change. (n**** this
that RBG's)
(x2)
Gotta cure for AIDS and cancer.
Wanna know? Come follow me now.
Diabetes and sickle-cell, even
mad cow. Wanna know how?
I can stop these cops from killin',
I can feed these hungry children,
I can stop racism, a
product of cap-it-a-lism.
I can unpack the prisons, and
turn religion back to
???re-livin'???
I can stop the bloods from peelin'..
caps
and the crypts from peelin'..
back
I can get yo' cousin off crack,
I can stop the war,
that's in the black hood,
Send the money right back to
the po' fo' sho' an'
if you with me n****, let me know.
Let's go, if ya really wanna know.
(I wanna know.)
(We need a revolution)
Mutha f**k they constitution
RBGs off in this thang
they hip to the game,
get it off the chain
The system ain't gonna change,
unless we make it change.
Posted: October 25 2007 at 9:19pm
Dedicated to me and my Revolutionary, Conscious, Brothers and Sisters.
