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In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue 1791 Virginia Ratifies Bill of Rights They become the 1st 10 amendments of the U.S. Constitution Applicable to me and you

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC

MattG

History Poem

In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue 1791 Virginia Ratifies Bill of Rights They become the 1st 10 amendments of the U.S. Constitution Applicable to me and you

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When hope appears in jeopardy Through tortured retrograde. Turn weakness into weaponry, Let misfortune whet your blade. In teary moments haunted That darkness ratifies, Forge fear into your gauntlets Turn doubt to battle cries. When faithfulness does crumble And nerve begins to yield. Mould aches and scars and stumbles, To serve you as your shield. Through all that does assail you But one truth you must fulfill - When heart or breath does fail you, Be sure your spirit never will.

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Apr 21, 2018

Apr 21, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC

austin-lyons

Your Weapon Formed

When hope appears in jeopardy Through tortured retrograde. Turn weakness into weaponry, Let misfortune whet your blade. In teary moments haunted That darkness ratifies, Forge fear into your gauntlets Turn doubt to battle cries. When faithfulness does crumble And nerve begins to yield. Mould aches and scars and stumbles, To serve you as your shield. Through all that does assail you But one truth you must fulfill - When heart or breath does fail you, Be sure your spirit never will.

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the feeling he gives me is an omnipresent euphoria that ratifies my body, embracing all of me; from the calicoes built up on the bottom of my heels to the baby hairs that frame my face. every square inch of my body becomes profusely dominated by the rush of enchantment i am graced with once he makes an appearance in my atmosphere.

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Apr 13, 2015

Apr 13, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC

puer-luna

some words about some boy

the feeling he gives me is an omnipresent euphoria that ratifies my body, embracing all of me; from the calicoes built up on the bottom of my heels to the baby hairs that frame my face. every square inch of my body becomes profusely dominated by the rush of enchantment i am graced with once he makes an appearance in my atmosphere.

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Is it by Divine grace few pass through life Eluding pain, with scarce a trace of strife, While others are slaughtered by Fate's sharp knife? How the tears fall as misery runs rife! When the tattered flags of war are unfurled, With every bullet and bomb that is hurled, When on battlefields, blood and soil are swirled, I cry for the wickedness in this world I feel the woes of each abandoned heart As the barbs of loneliness sting and smart; And while Destiny play its chosen part, Helplessly I watch, and then the tears start I cry for the pain of each living thing, The warbler that struggles, but cannot sing, A queen's bittersweet reign without her king; And yet, what benefit do such tears bring? Though vague longings stir when evening is nigh, We're condemned to sorrow, my heart and I; Then dread overtakes, and O, how I cry, Yearning for the love Fate chose to deny Wasted tears, why do you fall from my eyes? Just force of habit, I must surmise, As Life delivers what Hell ratifies . . . Pain and wasted tears . . . in endless supplies

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC

lorrainecolon

Wasted Tears

Is it by Divine grace few pass through life Eluding pain, with scarce a trace of strife, While others are slaughtered by Fate's sharp knife? How the tears fall as misery runs rife! When the tattered flags of war are unfurled, With every bullet and bomb that is hurled, When on battlefields, blood and soil are swirled, I cry for the wickedness in this world I feel the woes of each abandoned heart As the barbs of loneliness sting and smart; And while Destiny play its chosen part, Helplessly I watch, and then the tears start I cry for the pain of each living thing, The warbler that struggles, but cannot sing, A queen's bittersweet reign without her king; And yet, what benefit do such tears bring? Though vague longings stir when evening is nigh, We're condemned to sorrow, my heart and I; Then dread overtakes, and O, how I cry, Yearning for the love Fate chose to deny Wasted tears, why do you fall from my eyes? Just force of habit, I must surmise, As Life delivers what Hell ratifies . . . Pain and wasted tears . . . in endless supplies

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Cryptic perceptions of ourselves Have let down the benchmark facts That held my strong interpretation Against you Mystery was rare and unfound Knowledge is contaminated By overhyped judgements That ratifies my fears How we understand now Conventional ways have Proved easier to communicate How I am still overwhelmed With your words And how you still protect that How this insight has lead our actions To abstain from holding secrets How our wilful commencement Has been the misleading direction That we chose to embark How the impact of our anarchy Has clearly outcast you amongst all How my thoughts cannot bind To validate your spoken word How I am still struggling To keep your memory, your touch intact How I cannot regain myself Through the end of this ruthless glory How I still know There’s more to this agony How my words Can never do justice To your perplexed disposition How your stories Have influenced my listening Beyond know-how How the image of you is still intact Beyond all naysayers How I am driven To write about you Against your validity How you have taught me It is still okay to keep certain things close And not call it mine.

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC

madhura-1

Close

Cryptic perceptions of ourselves Have let down the benchmark facts That held my strong interpretation Against you Mystery was rare and unfound Knowledge is contaminated By overhyped judgements That ratifies my fears How we understand now Conventional ways have Proved easier to communicate How I am still overwhelmed With your words And how you still protect that How this insight has lead our actions To abstain from holding secrets How our wilful commencement Has been the misleading direction That we chose to embark How the impact of our anarchy Has clearly outcast you amongst all How my thoughts cannot bind To validate your spoken word How I am still struggling To keep your memory, your touch intact How I cannot regain myself Through the end of this ruthless glory How I still know There’s more to this agony How my words Can never do justice To your perplexed disposition How your stories Have influenced my listening Beyond know-how How the image of you is still intact Beyond all naysayers How I am driven To write about you Against your validity How you have taught me It is still okay to keep certain things close And not call it mine.

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