Month: September 2016

Address To Certain Goldifishes

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Restless forms of living light
Quivering on your lucid wings,
Cheating still the curious sight
With a thousand shadowings;
Various as the tints of even,
Gorgeous as the hues of heaven,
Reflected on you native streams
In flitting, flashing, billowy gleams!
Harmless warriors, clad in mail
Of silver breastplate, golden scale; –
Mail of Nature’s own bestowing,
With peaceful radiance, mildly glowing –
Fleet are ye as fleetest galley
Or pirate rover sent from Sallee;
Keener than the Tartar’s arrow,
Sport ye in your sea so narrow.
Was the sun himself your sire?
Were ye born of vital fire?
Or of the shade of golden flowers,
Such as we fetch from Eastern bowers,
To mock this murky clime of ours?
Upwards, downwards, now ye glance,
Weaving many a mazy dance;
Seeming still to grow in size
When ye would elude our eyes –
Pretty creatures! we might deem
Ye were happy as ye seem –
As gay, as gamesome, and as blithe,
As light, as loving, and as lithe,
As gladly earnest in your play,
As when ye gleamed in far Cathay.
And yet, since on this hapless earth
There’s small sincerity in mirth,
And laughter oft is but an art
To drown the outcry of the heart;
It may be that your ceaseless gambols,
Your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles,
Your restless roving round and round,
The circuit of your crystal bound –
Is but the task of weary pain,
An endless labor, dull and vain;
And while your forms are gaily shining,
Your little lives are inly pining!
Nay – but still I fain would dream
That ye are happy as ye seem.

 

– Hartley Coleridge

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How Long I Sailed

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HOW long I sailed, and never took a thought
To what port I was bound! Secure as sleep,
I dwelt upon the bosom of the deep
And perilous sea. And though my ship was fraught
With rare and precious fancies, jewels brought
From fairyland, no course I cared to keep,
Nor changeful wind nor tide I heeded ought,
But joyed to feel the merry billows leap,
And watch the sunbeams dallying with the waves;
Or haply dream what realms beneath may lie
Where the clear ocean is an emerald sky,
And mermaids warble in their coral caves,
Yet vainly woo to me their secret home; –
And sweet it were for ever so to roam.

 

– Hartley Coleridge

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Peace On Earth

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Why do we hate them?
Are we Homophobes?
Why did we take them?
They were forced to work.
Are we kidnappers or is that just how it is?
Why do we call them illegal?
Even if they’re not.
Why do we think every Middle Eastern man has a bomb on spot?
We look at people differently
and that is what is shown
We hate them as much as we hate ourselves
and the hatred has steadily grown.
With Gangs and Groups of hatred such as the KKK.
Whats the point for love upon earth?
Seems like it will just blow away.
As time changes so do we.
Prejudice people will still believe what they think is right.
Why are they so stubborn?
Why do they even hate?
Whats the point of loving?
Eventually it will incinerate.
The thing that people should understand
Is in every race there is the same kind of man.
One who hates and One who loves.

 

– Serk Calrow

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Stream Of Peace

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Oh God no more I can take
These troubles and stress of life
I wish to get rid of them
And go there to live and survive

Into the world of dream and peace
That is so full of hope
Where silent cries are heard by none
And no one there mopes

Oh God please help me my Lord
As I can not take any more
Of whatever is messing up my life
As I’m the begger of your door

Who is now wondering around
Into the world of dreams
Where nothing but all I wish
To see flowing the peace stream.

 

– Seema Chowdhury

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The Path To Peace

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This Far Eastern tale is to us very relevant,
Of three blind men who encountered an elephant.

“It’s a wall,” one man cried,
As he touched its tall side.
“But it’s a rope, without fail,”
Said the next, hands on tail.
“Oh no, it’s the trunk of a tree,”
On feeling a leg, said the last of the three.

With these words, our story ends.
It appears that the three men stayed friends.
For this to happen, you can be quite sure
Each of them had to get the whole picture.

So when with a person you disagree,
You may eye-to-eye yet readily see
If you compare your perspectives — And spare the invectives.

 

– Roger Mather

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