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Once, and but once found in thy company,
All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;
And as a thief at bar is questioned there
By all the men that have been robed that year,
So am I (by this traiterous means surprized)
By thy hydroptic father catechized.
Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
As though he came to **** a cockatrice,
Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove
Thy beauty’s beauty, and food of our love,
Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seen,
Yet close and secret, as our souls, we’ve been.
Though thy immortal mother, which doth lie
Still-buried in her bed, yet wiil not die,
Takes this advantage to sleep out daylight,
And watch thy entries and returns all night,
And, when she takes thy hand, and would seem kind,
Doth search what rings and armlets she can find,
And kissing, notes the colour of thy face,
And fearing lest thou’rt swol’n, doth thee embrace;
To try if thou long, doth name strange meats,
And notes thy paleness, blushing, sighs, and sweats;
And politicly will to thee confess
The sins of her own youth’s rank lustiness;
Yet love these sorceries did remove, and move
Thee to gull thine own mother for my love.
Thy little brethren, which like faery sprites
Oft skipped into our chamber, those sweet nights,
And kissed, and ingled on thy father’s knee,
Were bribed next day to tell what they did see:
The grim eight-foot-high iron-bound servingman,
That oft names God in oaths, and only then,
He that to bar the first gate doth as wide
As the great Rhodian Colossus stride,
Which, if in hell no other pains there were,
Makes me fear hell, because he must be there:
Though by thy father he were hired to this,
Could never witness any touch or kiss.
But Oh, too common ill, I brought with me
That which betrayed me to my enemy:
A loud perfume, which at my entrance cried
Even at thy father’s nose, so were we spied;
When, like a tyran King, that in his bed
Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered.
Had it been some bad smell he would have thought
That his own feet, or breath, that smell had wrought.
But as we in our isle imprisoned,
Where cattle only, and diverse dogs are bred,
The precious Unicorns strange monsters call,
So thought he good, strange, that had none at all.
I taught my silks their whistling to forbear,
Even my oppressed shoes dumb and speechless were,
Only, thou bitter sweet, whom I had laid
Next me, me traiterously hast betrayed,
And unsuspected hast invisibly
At once fled unto him, and stayed with me.
Base excrement of earth, which dost confound
Sense from distinguishing the sick from sound;
By thee the seely amorous ***** his death
By drawing in a leprous harlot’s breath;
By thee the greatest stain to man’s estate
Falls on us, to be called effeminate;
Though you be much loved in the Prince’s hall,
There, things that seem, exceed substantial.
Gods, when ye fumed on altars, were pleased well,
Because you were burnt, not that they liked your smell;
You’re loathsome all, being taken simply alone,
Shall we love ill things joined, and hate each one?
If you were good, your good doth soon decay;
And you are rare, that takes the good away.
All my perfumes I give most willingly
T’ embalm thy father’s corse; What? will he die?
nvly Apr 2018
What is it like to be the moon?
To be asleep during the noon
To be awake during the night
Watching matters sleeping tight

What is it like to be the sun?
To watch the mothers scolding their son
To be one of the stars
To see matter living the day by far

What is it like to be a rose?
Hated by some, but loved by most
Pretty by eyes, pain to hold
Giving to matters when things got cold
I was a child then , but now am a teen , um in the stage where my life is strange , hopping to get better but getting bitter , um not a child, not yet an adult but in the middle of them all, in the middle of the ocean where i have to fine my way out, where i have to make choices that my life will depend on them "wrong or right"choices      um a teenager and um a thinker , i think of all the bad and wrong things that evry sec of it will change my life as a whole , i thnk about my life now, but what about it in future? I think about myself but what about others? I think about the new days but what about the newer ones?                                 Im a teenager and my days of being a child are long gone and soon my days of being a teen wiil be gone too , the day will come for me to face the real world  , my days will come when my choices will lead me..            Im a teenager , um in a crazy stage where nature drives me crazy my life as a teen may seen good..but its not , being a teens is like living in a horror movie , lts like the world has shown me its worsts site its like the world has turn its back on me.             I am a teenager and i have a future ahead of me and i have to make my country a better place tommorrow coz my decision now can build my future and shape the person i am tommorrw and make me the person i wanna be    "thats my teenage life"
Teen   future....dicisoins   good  bad   child
Hhe lived before, now and will always live, he is the creator and the keeper of the living, he is the king of kings, the ruler of rulers, he is the master peace, he is life, he is love, when everybody laughs at you, hurts you, abandon you, he stand by you, stand with you, sthreangthen you, when you think you had enough of this life, he is a powerdul,pure,righteous and faithful ''God'', even when you feel like letting go of this life, feel like you are on your own, he makes you feel that you are not alone, because he knows your problems, he knows your needs and above all he knows your happiness, his will can not be changed, undone and will never be shaken, he is kindnes, goodness and tanderness, his yoke reign for peace and comfort, when your afraid he will give you courage, when you fall he wiil lift you, when your lost he is your way, when you fail he will forgive you, when your broken he will mend you, he is the first and the last, the begining and the end, he is a living God, all you need to do is to believe and call his name '' FATHER'' he will provide
Mohd Arshad Feb 2014
How humble is the book!
How kind, how humblest!

We nudge it; we fling it.
We carry it anywhere,
Sometimes without attire.
Oh! It is in full-blown winter!

We take it; we place it.
Anytime we open it.
Oh! It is in sultry summer!

Our foolish mind we paint on
Outside, inside; it is our will.

Have you ever heard it groan
Or grouse against our merriment?
It never does; it never wiil.

Should not we then change ourselves
And promise for its. Better life?
That  always gives us light in every tunnel
And makes us stand on the zenith!
betterdays Jul 2017
they are so very...
small and delicate
plump and oh so pink
these little hands
with tiny nails
that rest curled
upon your breast
I watch them  unfurl
like butterfly wings

and wonder at their beauty
it wiil be a while before
they are useful to you
at present they are just
object of amazement

oh, but the newness
of them, is beguiling
to both me and you.
I have just lost (or should that be found) the better part of an afternoon
watching my friends first grandchild watch her hands, as babies do.
I feel hopeful once again ....
Samira M Apr 2019
Imagine you're in class, and there's a boy with a cross dangled on his neck.
I bet everyone thinks it's normal because his name's Jared, and his daddy drives a Corvette.
What about Isaac, the boy in English class who wears a yarmulke on his head, and fasts for holidays?
Were your anti-semetic slurs not enough to make him want to end his days?
And how about Iman from your class of History?
Why do your peers at school same her because she chooses to practice her faith differently?
Society has taught people that there are only certain religions to follow,
So excuse me, supremacists,
If America is so great, why does the environment feel so hollow?

So Jared, he must be pretty cool, right?
I bet he keeps his hair gelled and his jeans real tight.
He doesn't get called weird, and he doesn't get asked to take his necklace off.
So why does he get a free pass when everytime Iman walks by, a few people stare and scoff.
"So like, do you even have any hair?" they ask her as she walks down the hall.
She fixes her hijab annd puts her head down and drowns in a sea of embarrassment.
She can't help but sit and wonder why she even came to school at all.
the next day the kids at lunch rip off Isaacs yarmulke,
and ask about the labor of his ancestors.
"Well you have to know. you're Jewish!" they say. but they don't acknowledge his pain inside that festers.
"You should be proud of who you are and not judge others" the teachers chant.
But they cannot look me in the eye and tell me that that they haven't give "The Muslim and the Jew" a second glance.
So, excuse me, supremacists,
I beg of you; Let the children be free, let them dance through the day.
Let those with shadowed beliefs speak out, and say what they want to say.
Let the broken hearted children have the freedom to peacefully pray.

In your so called "Pledge of Allegiance" that you make the children rise for, you recite that we are all indivisible, and under God, but do you really believe that?
I mean you must not, since half of you reading this have done nothing and seen someone of another religion or race treated like crap.
So tell me, when was God decided to be marked absent in the classrooms where we are supposed to be taught?
Freedom? Equality? Justice? Aren't those the things for which our brothers fought?
Excuse me, Supremacists, let me tell you that closing the doors to God, opens the doors for the Devil,
and we cannot let the ignorance of those who are afraid to believe bring us down another level.

Those that you pushed down before? They pushed back, only harder
The boy you called a "***** Jew" , his faith only grew stronger.
The girl you called a "terrorist" and a "*******" , she went home and prayed a little longer.
Your hate wiil only fuel their faith. Your negativity is what burnt yours out.
You gave up on God, and the belief that he wasn't there to help you, filled your heads with doubt.
So, tell me supremacists,
Is it really those who peacefully practice that are in the wrong?
Or is it you, who lost faith and is scared,
So you keep singing the same old song?
Let the children be free,
Let the children live,
For if you deprive them of their religious freedom and acceptance,
They will have nothing left to give.
This was a slam poem I wrote for my english class in my 10th grade year.
how could I ever
get over what he just said
he is so rediculas
he thinks
he
is
so
smart

just look at him laying here
making all his words
go
there

he think he is so smart
what does he think he is
who does he thinks he is
what makes him
think
he
can
park his
Harley Davidson

in
my
mind

what

does he take me for an fool
does he think
i
am
am
an
or should we write
a imaginary kiss


yeah well we just wanna know
who does he think he is

what makes him think
he can do this to me
well
he
done it


now we are really bleeding
what wiil we ever tell mother
we wish he could see me
bleeding
on
these
sheets
bet he would be sorry then


give me
one
hundred
dollars
let's
bet
how could I ever
?

















...
..
.
what post man
was never
caught
licking
stamps
...
..
.
a moment in time. .crosses ones mind, a torrent divine. .tosses sublime, and sadness and joy do so intertwine. .for its realized. .the memories fine. .are somewhere behind. .and never again experience. .that time. . . so hold to heart thine. .as i wiil do mine. .memories in mind. .a moment in time. . . .
I am living a broken version of my life
If the fight came to reclaim  it
I would fight
Hear me out
Wiil you fight
or run to your miserable death
I am living a broken version of my life
Life is full of magic and wonder
Reach for one of those thin invisible liquid strands
Let pure power run through your veins
Energy
Breath
Again
Breath
Again
How you feel now
Ready to care for you now
Fight for you now
Don’t lay your life for yourself
No honour in an enemy less kamikaze mission
I am living a broken version of my life
This is the last time I hear you say that
In that darkest hour;In that timeless
Moment of total loss; and death takes
Hold I cease to care and in that instant
Moment or
Eternity I do not know.
Then within the shroud of darkness
A shining point of light is born .  It
means:






       I must go back even to a world
Of troubles For there is Hope in life
That survives all death..I am with thee
Still a child of our God Eternal I am  
It is my Father's Wiil: I must go on...



































' I am with thee
Still; Born again. a child of God I am
Delton Peele Oct 2020
We spend over half our lives tryin to be
Someone .......
Someone wants you to be
Then we try to be what we think what we think we should be
And for a short time if were lucky .....
You *** to get who you are
And i *** to be me
We truely are who we are
Deep inside you dont feel safe
Letting any one seein that
Theres a point that everyone has let it show
And got bitten by ravenous wolves
Naked and alone
Now you dont let go.
Of that mask ..............
Lock love in as a sield
Not something to conceal
The thought of love is renewing
Renewing is the begining of healing
Healing builds hope
Hope saves lives
And living is looking
Forward and the word you looking for is love
So let someone see you love someone because you want to
Help them heal
And give them hope and help them feel safe
We are but a vapor in the breeze
In three hundred years ..........
Wiil anyone remember you?
Understand you or the things you
Do?let the thought of love consume you
And govern the things that concern you
When you show love and healing shows in the ones you hope it to
It comes back to you and you will have already began healing before it had a chance to
So you can pay it forward.
PS ......I love you
I hope you know how much


I Do

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