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"peele" poems
His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd; O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd, But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing: Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees; And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms, A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms: But though from court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,— 'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.' Goddess, allow this agèd man his right To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
A Farwell to Arms (George Peele)
I want to know what you think about late at night Are you like me do you take every idea and dissect it till it's out of sight? Wonder why your brain is constantly at war with itself Take every little idea , read it and put it back on the shelf Or is it feeble, simpleminded, a burnt out light? Why can't I read you, you're bound shut Why can't I tell if you're worth the trouble or am I just stuck in a rut I want to tell you how I feel, but if it didn't work out that would ruin all our little dish room inside jokes about Key and Peele How am I supposed to bottle things up when I can't find the seal Why do I spend all my tired nights up writing about you I don't know who you are, I don't know how to feel
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Mating Dance
Up on yonder Eyes see One vision Listen to me ....My Father.... My Dad Pops A.K.A. Old man Jenkins ACTUALLY his given name Exactly The same as Mine DELTON GEORGE PEELE THATS THREE E'S TOUGHEST MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN Never seen The Man back down from anything Thee epitomy Of a ladies man Smooth talkin sob I Miss *** Im buckled ... ****** Dad ..... The prankster HE In privy Told his confidant He didnt want To be a burden To me After loosing .My Mother. To cancer ...I.. Heard rumor he suffering From the same I went to see HE Said no son Im ok Not to wory ..... Damm it Dad .... **** I cant say Anything I miss you Like a son Who needs a father Im Insane With the grief Knowing My greatest friend My hero My true North Youre bitter end Alone **** I cant do this The veil Of my life torn Forlorn The shame is too Much to carry My vision Is This quest Has no joy left And The path Before Me Rapidly Becoming Shorter than The one Behind Guess Ill Have to man Up Take the wheel Mash the pedal to the medal Light it up I dont want Feel
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Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
Up on yonder