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A Hero

by Robert William Service

Three times I had the lust to kill,
To clutch a throat so young and fair,
And squeeze with all my might until
No breath of being lingered there.
Three times I drove the demon out,
Though on my brow was evil sweat. . . .
And...

Transmute

by Bencity

Transmute; she said
Is when one thing becomes another,
A stranger to a friend
Or a man to a father
Evening to night and so on;
Hence, I understood,
That nature moves in gradual steps
And one thing becomes the...

In Love We Fell

by Pete

Our love took us
To high and heavenly places,
And oh, my dear!
How hard we fell.

Belle

by Pete

A beauty most pristine that made the roses blush
Of timbre most surreal that made the angels hush
Her smile most radiant, the stars in their courses dull
A soul most serene, the waves from their torment lull

Maiden most divine,...

Thread

by Bencity

We are all threads
Hooked to the needle of time
Poking in and out
Stitching the fabric of our lives
There are never ends or beginnings
Only life getting bigger
Until the needle
Runs out of thread!

Fire

by Bencity

It so happens he told me
When a great fire ravages a land
Beneath the thick layers of ash
Some embers fester and burn
And with a kind wind -
A fire may yet arise

Phoenix

by Pete

Like a hunter pursuing a mystical beast of yore
thus i pursued thy heart
to the ends of the earth
unyielding my resolve.

But unlike the Phoenix
our love shall never rise from the ashes
for it never was
and never...

Rose

by Bencity

She held on to the rose
Like you would for dear life,
She tucked in her nose,
Took in the scent and pollen.
As the rose in hand withered,
The pollen in lungs blossomed
Now her breath,
Has the scent of a rose

Go, with faith

by Stay-See

Go, with faith to conquer trials that appear;
Know that Christ your Savior with His help is
near.
Never give up the battle, dark though it may be;
For your Lord has promised you the victory.

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (An Excerpt)

by Thomas Gray

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

If you get to know me

by Lihanda

If you get to know me,
I'm afraid
you might not love me—
or even like me.

You would see what
scares me most,
maybe even use it against me

You would realize
I'm only fine on the surface—
that deep down, I...

Television

by Roald Dahl

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've...