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MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
TO BE A LEADER YOU MUST
LEAD FROM THE HEART
HAVE A COMMITMENT TO YOUR DREAM
AND HAVE CONVICTION FROM THE START


YOU MUST ALWAYS INSPIRE PEOPLE
AND BE THE STRENGTH IN YOUR TEAM
IF YOUR JOURNEY IS TOO STRAY
ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOUR DREAM


YOU MUST NEVER SWET THE SMALL STUFF
AND STAY FOCUSED ON YOUR TASK
BE TRUE TO ALL YOUR ANSWERS
IF QUESTIONS ARE EVER ASKED


NEVER SPEAK A WORD OF DOUBT
ALWAYS ENCOURAGE WITH YOUR WORDS
BUILD UP OTHER CHARACTERS
TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD


BUT THE ONE THING YOU MUST DO
IS ALWAYS BE TRUE TO YOURSELF
OR YOU WILL WIND UP JUST ANOTHER
BROKEN DREAM ON THE SHELF
LEADERSHIP IS A MIND SET AND IS NOTICED IN YOUR ACTIONS AND DEEDS. ENCOURAGE LEAD AND BE TRUE TO YOURSELF AND FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS.
Hence loathèd Melancholy
  Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born,
In Stygian Cave forlorn
  ‘Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy.
Find out som uncouth cell,
  Where brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings,
And the night-Raven sings;
  There, under Ebon shades, and low-brow’d Rocks,
As ragged as thy Locks,
  In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
But com thou Goddes fair and free,
In Heav’n ycleap’d Euphrosyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus, at a birth
With two sister Graces more
To Ivy-crownèd Bacchus bore;
Or whether (as som Sager sing)
The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring,
Zephir with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a Maying,
There on Beds of Violets blew,
And fresh-blown Roses washt in dew,
Fill’d her with thee a daughter fair,
So bucksom, blith, and debonair.
  Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful Jollity,
Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
Nods, and Becks, and Wreathèd Smiles,
Such as hang on ****’s cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrincled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Com, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastick toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crue
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprovèd pleasures free;
To hear the Lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-towre in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to com in spight of sorrow,
And at my window bid good morrow,
Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine,
Or the twisted Eglantine.
While the **** with lively din,
Scatters the rear of darknes thin,
And to the stack, or the Barn dore,
Stoutly struts his Dames before,
Oft list’ning how the Hounds and horn
Chearly rouse the slumbring morn,
From the side of som **** Hill,
Through the high wood echoing shrill.
Som time walking not unseen
By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green,
Right against the Eastern gate,
Wher the great Sun begins his state,
Rob’d in flames, and Amber light,
The clouds in thousand Liveries dight.
While the Plowman neer at hand,
Whistles ore the Furrow’d Land,
And the Milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the Mower whets his sithe,
And every Shepherd tells his tale
Under the Hawthorn in the dale.
Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Whilst the Lantskip round it measures,
Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray,
Where the nibling flocks do stray,
Mountains on whose barren brest
The labouring clouds do often rest:
Meadows trim with Daisies pide,
Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.
Towers, and Battlements it sees
Boosom’d high in tufted Trees,
Wher perhaps som beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two agèd Okes,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set
Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in haste her Bowre she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves;
Or if the earlier season lead
To the tann’d Haycock in the Mead,
Som times with secure delight
The up-land Hamlets will invite,
When the merry Bells ring round,
And the jocond rebecks sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the Chequer’d shade;
And young and old com forth to play
On a Sunshine Holyday,
Till the live-long day-light fail,
Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How Faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pincht, and pull’d the sed,
And he by Friars Lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To ern his Cream-bowle duly set,
When in one night, ere glimps of morn,
His shadowy Flale hath thresh’d the Corn
That ten day-labourers could not end,
Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend,
And stretch’d out all the Chimney’s length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
And Crop-full out of dores he flings,
Ere the first **** his Mattin rings.
Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering Windes soon lull’d asleep.
  Towred Cities please us then,
And the busie humm of men,
Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,
In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold,
With store of Ladies, whose bright eies
Rain influence, and judge the prise
Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend
To win her Grace, whom all commend.
There let ***** oft appear
In Saffron robe, with Taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique Pageantry,
Such sights as youthfull Poets dream
On Summer eeves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonsons learnèd Sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear fancies childe,
Warble his native Wood-notes wilde,
And ever against eating Cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian Aires,
Married to immortal verse
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linckèd sweetnes long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running;
Untwisting all the chains that ty
The hidden soul of harmony.
That Orpheus self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flowres, and hear
Such streins as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half regain’d Eurydice.
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth with thee, I mean to live.
Dawn Ndlovu Aug 2015
The sound of silence
pounding in my head,
numbers revolve but
formulars envade my
head like solders
of love.
An idea comes but
answers are not there,
the pressure starts to
build
but
are word comes "30minutes
left" she says.
owww my feet starts to shack,
swet starts to show,
My head is high like are
bird flying without wings.
will the pressure stop
when the world turns around
cause shes standing,
right next to me saying
"times up".
My future is gone 3hours
of pain and sorrow.
seating in an maths exam.
writing my maths exam was an experience in my life and I had to share my experience through my poems
Marian Dec 2012
A call from the rills,
The sweet sounding anthem trills,
A sweet melody!

From breezes to wind,
Mother Nature embraces,
Beautiful Nature!

Anthem of praise,
Echos from Mountains to rills,
From meadows to fields!

A sweet melody,
Birds sweetly singing in trees,
The sun shines brightly!

A dome of Nature,
A cathedral of swet praise,
A dome of anthem!

Every creature,
Has it's own sweet song to sing,
Nature of sweet song!

Katydids and bees,
Crickets and the kittycats,
All beautifully sing!*

~Marian~
evelyn augusto Nov 2017
I like dimly lit bars and beer.

I like how you walk purposefully
to me.  I like smelling need in
your swet.   I like your reserve.

And I like how you stand when you ***.
I like the shape of your feet
and how you touch me here
and there with them.
I like how you never go directly for me.

I like when we  rub our bodies
together like two sticks, then
warm ourselves
on the heat we generate.  

I like how you saved me from my despair.

I liked you--
but  now there is only
this dimly lit bar and the beer.

By:  Evelyn Augusto
Akash mazumdar Sep 2014
All around the world there's no diffrence in love,
a picture w draw with our thinkings,
have to fill colours of lover's likings,
and which is marked by a swet smile and a tight hug,
which helps to come out when situations are struck,
and it take away th stress,
which wakeup the happiness,
a beautiful journey having bright but daring paths,
which both have to come as the life long they last's,
it's not a spacebound,
it's a temple in which calmness and satisfaction is all around,
and a happy ending is left behind,
when a unbreakable we find,
like all things we see in space and wonder,
similar to it can make disaster many times more than a bundle of thunder,
it comes as the sunlight,
but never left our heart untill we fought our life's last fight,
but it brokes,
it break all the limitatoins feeling's  and hopes..
Theresa Cardella Nov 2017
TO BE A LEADER YOU MUST
LEAD FROM THE HEART
HAVE A COMMITMENT TO YOUR DREAM
AND HAVE CONVICTION FROM THE START


YOU MUST ALWAYS INSPIRE PEOPLE
AND BE THE STRENGTH IN YOUR TEAM
IF YOUR JOURNEY IS TOO STRAY
ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOUR DREAM


YOU MUST NEVER SWET THE SMALL STUFF
AND STAY FOCUSED ON YOUR TASK
BE TRUE TO ALL YOUR ANSWERS
IF QUESTIONS ARE EVER ASKED


NEVER SPEAK A WORD OF DOUBT
ALWAYS ENCOURAGE WITH YOUR WORDS
BUILD UP OTHER CHARACTERS
TO MAKE A BETTER WORLD


BUT THE ONE THING YOU MUST DO
IS ALWAYS BE TRUE TO YOURSELF
OR YOU WILL WIND UP JUST ANOTHER
BROKEN DREAM ON THE SHELF

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