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Shadow Sep 2020
“But even friendship like our heroes'
Exist no more; for we've outgrown
All sentiments and deem men zeroes-
Except of course ourselves alone.
We all take on Napoleon's features,
And millions of our fellow creatures
Are nothing more to us than tools...
Since feelings are for freaks and fools.
Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions
And on the whole despised mankind,
Yet wasn't, like so many, blind;
And since each rule permits exceptions,
He did respect a noble few,
And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.”

― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin
Shadow Aug 2020
I've lived to bury my desires
and see my dreams corrode with rust
now all that's left are fruitless fires
that burn my empty heart to dust.

Struck by the clouds of cruel fate
My crown of Summer bloom is sere
Alone and sad, I watch and wait
And wonder if the end is near.

As conquered by the last cold air
When Winter whistles in the wind
Alone upon a branch that's bare
A trembling leaf is left behind.
I only recently discovered him and his work and I am I awe of it.
K E Cummins Aug 2020
Smoky breath
Meets yours on the cigarette byways
Electric sound
Floats from the mike in airwaves

Sultry voice
Croons deep velvet in your ear
Whisky ice
Swirls down the brooding glass
Eyes rove
Try to find mine across the room
Keep going
Move on, babe, move on

A dame like that
Black-and-white grain and flicker
Arched brow
Red lips
Dream on, dreamer, dream on
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore
I imagine this as a slow jazz song crooned by a chain-smoking flapper in a speakeasy. No, just me? Alright, well... guess I'm a sucker for a smooth voice. ;)
Balaguer Jul 2020
No one will ever know how much I miss the rays of the sun
Give me the square root of pi,
there is an approximate estimate.
You will never believe that I love you,
how sad is it that my life has to go on?
If I had one wish for my entire life,
I would skip this life to see you again.
when will you leave my heart?
my heat,
I received your sunlight like a violet
where are you?
Your passion for me made
the grass zephyr,
now
I am the grass,
withering away.

®KS
I lost sight
May. 7th, 2015 02:09 pm
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
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Treat of rich, airy goodness
Lacquered with butter
Flaky crust, honey comb core
Golden brown crescent
With honey or jam
Taste of nuts
Crunch!
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Twenty-seventh Epulaeryu! ^-^
Who doesn't love a good croissant on their downtime?
Just a sweet classic treat, especially when its fresh out the oven
I especially love it with a spoonful of honey, though having it with jam is great too!
Br back with more soon!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
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Golden, flaky, butter crust
Peeled bramley apples
Cored, sliced, sprinkle sugar, salt
Kiss of cinnamon
Flour and lemon
Flute edges
Bake!
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Twenty-fifth Epulaeryu! ^-^
Yes, my sweet tooth returns with a vengeance! ;)
Been a while since I did one of these!
The Pâtisserie collection continues!
Much love,
Lyn ***
tmartin Jun 2020
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble
Shadow May 2020
Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.
Written by William Ernest Henley, this poem is one of my favourites. What is your favourite?
Naveen Kumar May 2020
I was all fine in every reason,
yet you wrecked me like I was none.
I'm still holding to my obsession
But you changed like a season.

Now it seems like a part of your theme.
When I'm still flowing in the stream,
how could you walk away with no esteem
like it was all one dream in a dream.
Last line inspired by one of my favorite poets.
"A dream within a dream"
By Edger Allen Poe
Naveen Kumar May 2020
Send your love flying
for my soul is wearing gaunt
without your heavenly face.

In this heart of the night,
your thoughts are glowing bright
tie words some wings tight.

Send your words flying
for the song of the river
of your thoughts flowing.

For my dry soul of crying,
for your presence is skiving,
send your love flying.

When the moon is still shining
above the mountains and rain,
send a kiss over the pines.

A kiss of your fairy lips
and dreamy eyes of a smile.
For my heart is bursting in solitude.

For my eyes waiting for your love
to rest them in this night,
Send your love flying.
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