"ampler" poems
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A Coffin—is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
Yet ampler than the Sun—
And all the Seas He populates
And Lands He looks upon
To Him who on its small Repose
Bestows a single Friend—
Circumference without Relief—
Or Estimate—or End—
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Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Could Bounty but remain
Riches were good—
But if they only stay
Ampler to fly away
Riches are sad.
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God gave a Loaf to every Bird—
But just a Crumb—to Me—
I dare not eat it—tho’ I starve—
My poignant luxury—
To own it—touch it—
Prove the feat—that made the Pellet mine—
Too happy—for my Sparrow’s chance—
For Ampler Coveting—
It might be Famine—all around—
I could not miss an Ear—
Such Plenty smiles upon my Board—
My Garner shows so fair—
I wonder how the Rich—may feel—
An Indiaman—An Earl—
I deem that I—with but a Crumb—
Am Sovereign of them all—
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She came among us from the South
And made the North her home awhile
Our dimness brightened in her smile,
Our tongue grew sweeter in her mouth.
We chilled beside her liberal glow,
She dwarfed us by her ampler scale,
Her full-blown blossom made us pale,
She summer-like and we like snow.
We Englishwomen, trim, correct,
All minted in the self-same mould,
Warm-hearted but of semblance cold,
All-courteous out of self-respect.
She woman in her natural grace,
Less trammelled she by lore of school,
Courteous by nature not by rule,
Warm-hearted and of cordial face.
So for awhile she made her home
Among us in the rigid North,
She who from Italy came forth
And scaled the Alps and crossed the foam.
But if she found us like our sea,
Of aspect colourless and chill,
Rock-girt; like it she found us still
Deep at our deepest, strong and free.
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I send Two Sunsets—
Day and I—in competition ran—
I finished Two—and several Stars—
While He—was making One—
His own was ampler—but as I
Was saying to a friend—
Mine—is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand—
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More Life—went out—when He went
Than Ordinary Breath—
Lit with a finer Phosphor—
Requiring in the Quench—
A Power of Renowned Cold,
The Climate of the Grave
A Temperature just adequate
So Anthracite, to live—
For some—an Ampler Zero—
A Frost more needle keen
Is necessary, to reduce
The Ethiop within.
Others—extinguish easier—
A Gnat’s minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen—
Whose Peat lift—amply vivid—
Ignores the solemn News
That Popocatapel exists—
Or Etna’s Scarlets, Choose—
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'Tis said, when Schiller's death drew nigh,
The wish possessed his mighty mind,
To wander forth wherever lie
The homes and haunts of human-kind.
Then strayed the poet, in his dreams,
By Rome and Egypt's ancient graves;
Went up the New World's forest streams,
Stood in the Hindoo's temple-caves;
Walked with the Pawnee, fierce and stark,
The sallow Tartar, midst his herds,
The peering Chinese, and the dark
False Malay uttering gentle words.
How could he rest? even then he trod
The threshold of the world unknown;
Already, from the seat of God,
A ray upon his garments shone;--
Shone and awoke the strong desire
For love and knowledge reached not here,
Till, freed by death, his soul of fire
Sprang to a fairer, ampler sphere.
Then--who shall tell how deep, how bright
The abyss of glory opened round?
How thought and feeling flowed like light,
Through ranks of being without bound?
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Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream of human love and truth,
As dying Nature's earth and lime;
But trust that those we call the dead
Are breathers of an ampler day
For ever nobler ends. They say,
The solid earth whereon we tread
In tracts of fluent heat began,
And grew to seeming-random forms,
The seeming prey of cyclic storms,
Till at the last arose the man;
Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime,
The herald of a higher race,
And of himself in higher place,
If so he type this work of time
Within himself, from more to more;
Or, crown'd with attributes of woe
Like glories, move his course, and show
That life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom
To shape and use. Arise and fly
The reeling Faun, the sensual feast;
Move upward, working out the beast,
And let the ape and tiger die.
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Contemplate all this work of Time,
The giant labouring in his youth;
Nor dream of human love and truth,
As dying Nature's earth and lime;
But trust that those we call the dead
Are breathers of an ampler day
For ever nobler ends. They say,
The solid earth whereon we tread
In tracts of fluent heat began,
And grew to seeming-random forms,
The seeming prey of cyclic storms,
Till at the last arose the man;
Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime,
The herald of a higher race,
And of himself in higher place,
If so he type this work of time
Within himself, from more to more;
Or, crown'd with attributes of woe
Like glories, move his course, and show
That life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom
To shape and use. Arise and fly
The reeling Faun, the sensual feast;
Move upward, working out the beast,
And let the ape and tiger die.
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The patience had worn too thin, it was time to break it she thought…
She took off to her feet, her mind racing through a million such instances..
With the weight in her heart increasing exponentially, her hands involuntarily searched for support
The railing was cruelly cold,just like him..
The rain had left thin droplets of water hanging on,
Ready to drop anytime, Showing an inverted microscopic image of the world before.
She had gone numb to it, her fingers trailed on their tips, killing them softly
Thin lockets of her hair swayed in rhythm with the wind, humming hymns to their tunes.
She felt his presence behind,
The arrogance of the gender had drained,
He was approaching with an application of apology,
She held firm, firm on stand, mentally and physically
Quickly expecting the defeat his words would face, he went in for the ultimate weapon of love.
The embrace swept away everything cold, both from the fingers and their hearts for they held on together
She shrugged him off softly,
Was it anger or was it greed for more?
Entwined as one, not a word was uttered, but volumes were expressed…
Him promising a better tomorrow,
Her promising an ampler patience.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Inside of me, I
Feel condemned to loneliness.
Feel disowned by hope.
Feel abandoned by my thoughts.
Feel betrayed by all love.
Feel the empty void.
Feel nothing.
This void inside me came in waves washing anything good there was of me before. Its persuasive current stealing my faith, its irresistible undertow robbing me of my talent, 'an ocean' if that swallowing all of my joy. In fact, this feeling can't even be compared to an ocean. If I were to do so I'd be compared to an ocean that's depth seems to reach into a different universe a different dimension. An ocean that's
Vaster than the Atlantic.
Ampler than the Indian.
More open than the Pacific.
Wider than the Arctic.
More colossal than the Southern.
'An ocean' if not that then it's just a cold, never ending, forever unknown, right here at the
Base of my spine.
Back of my head.
Bottom of my stomach.
Below my knees.
Behind my ribcage.
A cold, never ending, forever unknown lays inside me, and can only be filled by the feeling of filling that 'ocean'.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
It all started from a young Canadian boy to become one day a high wire walking act performer
Well a boy thinking the vision in tall order
A Canadian boy who would often perform on the streets of Montreal
He would do acrobatic tricks and magic with sticks
Inspiration truly came from watching Circus High Wire Walking Professionals
It was skill and precision being the technique that caught the young Canadian boy
But the boy had a name, it was “AMPLER” meaning robotic stunts in human form
Ampler would often practice with two small trees in the backyard of the house
It was always practice, practice and more practice
It the mission to master until he became a professional apprentice
But the big true picture was crossing the Niagara Falls from Canadian to American side and back
But the question was always how and when?
A careful study thoroughly from beginning to end
But Ampler needed professional advice
It was getting through all the proper loopholes
Turning perfection into behold
The now adult Ampler was now going to be named, “Accomplisher” the wire walker in attempt
A mindset to achieve
Block out doubt from others in deceive
No time for love affairs
A movement to prosper and the theory to preserver
A test run was made over Niagara Falls
Courage with action and not stall
Walking across the falls for audiences being the multitudes for all
The actual moment in walking across the FALL’S was now
Accomplisher took a deep breath and started his descent
His destiny establishing victory
He made the records being history.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC