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The Quiet World

BY JEFFREY MCDANIEL

In an effort to get people to look

into each other’s eyes more,

and also to appease the mutes,

the government has decided

to allot each person exactly one hundred

and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear

without saying hello. In the restaurant

I point at chicken noodle soup.

I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,

proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,

I know she’s used up all her words,

so I slowly whisper I love you

thirty-two and a third times.

After that, we just sit on the line

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Sorting Laundry

by Elisavietta Ritchie

Folding clothes, I think of folding you into my life.
Our king sized sheets like table cloths for the banquets of giants,
pillow cases, despite so many washings seams still holding our dreams.
Towels patterned orange and green, flowered pink and lavender, gaudy, bought on sale,
reserved, we said, for the beach, refusing, even after years, to bleach into respectability.
So many shirts and skirts and pants recycling week after week, head over heels recapitulating themselves.
All those wrinkles to be smoothed, or else ignored, they're in style.
Myriad uncoupled socks which went paired into the foam like those creatures in the ark.
And what's shrunk is tough to discard even for Goodwill.
In pockets, surprises: forgotten matches, lost screws clinking on enamel;
paper clips, whatever they held between shiny jaws, now dissolved or clogging the drain;
well washed dollars, legal tender for all debts public and private, intact despite agitation;
and, gleaming in the maelstrom, one bright dime, broken necklace of good gold
you brought from Kuwait, the strangely tailored shirt left by a former lover...
If you were to leave me, if I were to fold only my own clothes,
the convexes and concaves of my blouses, panties, stockings, bras turned upon themselves,
a mountain of unsorted wash could not fill the empty side of the bed.

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Agustin Fernandez/ I Miss You - Blink-182

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Agustin Fernandez/ I Miss You - Blink-182

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Elyse/ I love my love with  kiss, Alexander Maclean

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Elyse/ I love my love with  kiss, Alexander Maclean

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Alexandra Browne- The Cure- Friday I'm In Love

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Alexandra Browne- The Cure- Friday I'm In Love

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A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

- J B O'Reilly (1844-1890)

As Long As You're Near

The first time we met, I could see,
That you and I, were meant to be.
Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true,
When you first held my hand, I just knew.

Now the time has gone by, through laughter and tears,
These days I shall cherish, for years upon years.
Those memories we have, shall never fade,
For those are the steps, that we have made.

That was the past, the future is near,
I anxiously wait, for what will appear.
New homes, more laughter, and children so dear,
Everything will be wonderful, as long as you're near.

- Cristy Smith -

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Johnnie Villarreal/ Bound 2 (James Franco/Seth Rogen Version)

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Johnnie Villarreal/ Bound 2 (James Franco/Seth Rogen Version)

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Johnnie Villarreal/Lucky by Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat

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Johnnie Villarreal/Lucky by Jason Mraz & Colbie Caillat

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I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG! NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED. WARNER MUSIC GROUP OWNS LUCKY - JASON MRAZ ft. COLBIE CAILLAT When Jason says, "You'll hear the music fill the air..." I didn't know if he was saying "FILL the air.." or "FEEL the air..." If I made any other mistakes, please leave a comment.

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it;
Cast sweets into its cup whene'er you can.
No heart so hard but love at last may win it.
Yes, love on through doubt and darkness, and believe
There is no thing which love may not achieve.

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New Personal Poem

BY TED BERRIGAN

to Michael Lally

You had your own reasons for getting

In your own way. You didn’t want to be

Clear to yourself. You knew a hell

Of a lot more than you were willing

to let yourself know. I felt

Natural love for you on the spot. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Right.

Beautiful. I don’t use the word lightly. I

Protested with whatever love (honesty) (& frontal nudity)

A yes basically reserved Irish Catholic American Providence Rhode

Island New Englander is able to manage. You

Are sophisticated, not uncomplicated, not

Naïve, and Not simple. An Entertainer, & I am, too.

Frank O’Hara respected love, so do you, & so do we.

He was himself & I was me. And when we came together

Each ourselves in Iowa, all the way

That was love, & it still is, love, today. Can you see me

In what I say? Because as well I see you know

In what you have to say, I did love Frank, as I do

You, “in the right way”.

That’s just talk, not Logos,

a getting down to cases:

I take it as simple particulars that

we wear our feelings on our faces.

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Young Money Entertainment/Cash Money Records Drake

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Music video by Drake performing Find Your Love. (C) 2010 Young Money Entertainment/Cash Money Records

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Jt gibson

Walkers With The Dawn

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.

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Jt Gibson/Cherry Wine

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Oh, a Gypsy's love can never grow cold
A Gypsy's love can never grow old.
Come, follow me love, down the trail
Down to the shore of the sea;
And there we will build a Gypsy camp
Just for you and me.
And through the night my love will be
Like a mad fire burning;
And all the love within my heart
Will satisfy your yearning.
My kisses will fall like angry rain
A wild sea upheaving;
But the fury of all will soon be lost
In the quiet of my leaving.
For in the quiet of the dawn
I'll take the road to the hill;
But though you go the way of men,
Your love will follow me still.
But I will laugh a mad, mad laugh
And take the road to the sea,
For though my love for you has died,
My love will always be.
For on some night, I will again
On a sea of passion sail;
And in the dawn I will go forth
To take the Gypsy trail.
But I will take a younger man --With the fire of youth within his heart --
For a Gypsy's love must never grow cold.

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The Stiff Dylans-Ultraviolet [WITH LYRICS]

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She is a wave and she's breaking She's a problem to solve and in that circle she's making I will always revolve And on her sight These eyes depend Invisible and Indivisible That fire you ignited Good, bad and undecided Burns when I stand beside it Your light is ultraviolet

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Kiss of my Love

Your beauty overwhelms me
As I wrap my arms around you
I press your softness tight
Great passion fills my inner being
I'm captured in your embrace
Your eyes control my very soul
The touch of your lips, heaven
Forever frozen in time
All else fades into nothing

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Tommy Wade

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Michael Jackson - Billie Jean (Official Video)

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Night's Thousand Shadows by Christian Wiman

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Night's Thousand Shadows by Christian Wiman

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Tommy Wade

1. deathbed
There is a word that is not water, has nothing to do with heat or light, is unrelated to any one pain though the torn body tears itself further trying to speak it.

There is a sound beyond all the sounds that I have made, the needs that one by one I've tried to name. It burns clear in the eyes searching mine, the lips beginning to bleed again, her hand squeezing my hand, pleading and pleading that I understand.

2. living will
All afternoon in the afterlife of little things that love, or pain, or need could not let go of I hunt for the will that will let me let you go.
I am distracted and slow— all the grainy faces in old photographs, letters from the dead, deeds to places that are only air,
some bright nowhere of broad fields and sunlight that was my idea of heaven one long afternoon of clouds and steady rain
when you sat and explained where a garden was, a well, excited by it, the hell ahead of you just a brief tightness at your heart.
Outside in the yard, crickets start, cry here and here and here, night's thousand shadows growing tall. And now I have it, formal, final. I touch each keepsake like a wall.

3. going
In the hard light and hum of the room to which I've come to stay, I watch the clock, and wait, and hour by hour begin to disappear. Movements, mutterings: the brain darkens like a landscape. Pain in the pale arterial hills flashes and vanishes, takes with it one whole year. Cotton and killdeer, a cloud looks down, something's happened in the wellhouse, someone runs through tall trees, breathe and breathe, is it my hand you hold? The fever climbs. You grow cold, then warm, now cold again, a hive of nerves in the skin. Some glimmer breaks through and I bend whispering as fear like a wind shakes you, I'm right here, I'm right here...
Midnight, moonlight gauzing the walls, the iron and umber of intensive care: I watch as it swells and falls the puttied scar at your heart, and read each beat and falter on a screen and match my breathing to the breathing of a machine to know this time as it passes, each moment as it goes— until, early, you shudder and quieten, blood gases begin to rapidly rise and somewhere behind your eyes I fall in fragments away: a child surprised at his play, encroached upon by air, a shattered man near dawn, something about the way he holds so still, his hair.

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Casey Skapek

“in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me”

― E.E. Cummings

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That's What's Up by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

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That's What's Up by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

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Casey Skapek

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Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros - That's What's Up

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Maggie Maloney

I know what seeing is!
As I saw you that day for the first time
So I know what liking is!

I know what striking is!
As I stroke stone against stone
So I know what the spark is!

I know what rubbing is!
As I rubbed heart against heart
So I know what love is!

I know what caring is!
As I had been used to it since we met
So I know what soft touch is!

I know what fire is!
As I had been burning along with you
So I know what nectar is!

I know what compassion is!
As I have experienced it with you
So I know what affection is!

I know what addiction is!
As I have been addicted to the smell of you
So I know what obsession is!

I know what memory is!
As I have experienced the break up
So I know what the hurt is!

I know what mistake is!
As I have been the victim of misjudgement
So I know what reconciliation is!

I know what longing is!
As I have suffered from emptiness
So I know what she is!

I know what losing is!
As I have lost in the rough wind
So I know what I miss!

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Maggie Maloney

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by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

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Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home with Lyrics

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Music and lyrics property of Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros][Video by me, GoldieLocks] I love this song. It's so catchy...

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I didn’t fall in love. I fell through it:

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Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On (TITANIC) Lyrics on screen!!

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Hi this is my music video for the song My Heart Will Go On -By- Celine Dion. Also known as the TITANIC song. this video includes lyrics on screen and in the description Lyrics--- Every night in my dreams I see you. I feel you. That is how I know you go on.

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by Simon & Garfunkel

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Simon & Garfunkel - Cecilia (With Lyrics)

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Simon and Garfunkel's Cecilia, with lyrics, of course! Also, obviously I don't own the rights to this song or anything related to this song at all whatsoever.

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Cecelia Barry/You and I/Ingrid Michaelson

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Cecelia Barry/You and I/Ingrid Michaelson

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You and I - Ingrid Michalson from the album Be OK. Dan Romer, her producer, sings along.

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Annabel Lee

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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Tammy  Stelnicki/  an answer to a child's question

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Tammy  Stelnicki/  an answer to a child's question

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Audrey San Diego

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On Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012, I told my girlfriend to meet me at my parent's house for dinner. When she arrived I had stationed my brother to sit her in the back of an open Honda CRV and give her some headphones. He "wanted to play her a song"...

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L.O.V.E - Nat King Cole (Ukulele cover!)

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Debut album, Slow Love, out now! http://julianaricherdaily.bandcamp.com/album/slow-love * Use discount code "youtubesub" for 30% off! * Also available on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/slow-love/id828953767 http://julianaricherdaily.com http://facebook.com/juliana.richer.daily http://twitter.com/julianaeveryday Links/chords down HERE! :) wahhh uke is harder than it looks! haha, i'll get the hang of it eventually.

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By Y.B Yeats

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Nicholas Fox/"I loved you first: but afterwards your love

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Nicholas Fox/"I loved you first: but afterwards your love

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'I loved you first: but afterwards your love' by Christina Rossetti

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I loved you first: but afterwards your love

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Mike Posner's official music video for 'Cooler Than Me'. Click to listen to Mike Posner on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/MikePSpotify?IQid=MikePCTM As featured on 31 Minutes to Takeoff.

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Nicholas Fox/"I loved you first: but afterwards your love

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Nicholas Fox/"I loved you first: but afterwards your love

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If freckles were lovely, and day was night, / And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, / Life would be delight,- ...

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Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,

et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.

fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,

cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat

amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.

ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,

quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat,

fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.

nunc iam illa non vult: tu quoque impotens noli,

nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser vive,

sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.

vale puella, iam Catullus obdurat,

nec te requiret nec rogabit invitam.

at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.

scelesta, vae te, quae tibi manet vita?

quis nunc te adibit? cui videberis bella?

quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?

quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?

at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.

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Sarah Curtin

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Milky Chance - Stolen Dance (Album Version)

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By: Robert Herrick

Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me

Behold that circummortal purity;

Between whose glories, there my lips I’ll lay,

Ravished in that fair Via Lactea.

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Johnnie Villarreal/ A Chemist to his Love

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Johnnie Villarreal/ A Chemist to his Love

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I LOVE thee, Mary, and thou lovest me --

Our mutual flame is like th' affinity

That doth exist between two simple bodies:

I am Potassium to thine Oxygen.

'Tis little that the holy marriage vow

Shall shortly make us one. That unity

Is, after all, but metaphysical.

Oh, would that I, my Mary, were an acid,

A living acid; thou an alkali

Endow'd with human sense, that, brought together,

We both might coalesce into one salt,

One homogeneous crystal. Oh, that thou

Wert Carbon, and myself were Hydrogen;

We would unite to form olefiant gas,

Or common coal, or naphtha -- would to heaven

That I were Phosphorus, and thou wert Lime!

And we of Lime composed a Phosphuret.

I'd be content to be Sulphuric Acid,

So that thou might be Soda. In that case

We should be Glauber's Salt. Wert thou Magnesia

Instead we'd form the salt that's named from Epsom.

Couldst thou Potassa be, I Aqua-fortis,

Our happy union should that compound form,

Nitrate of Potash -- otherwise Saltpetre.

And thus our several natures sweetly blent,

We'd live and love together, until death

Should decompose the fleshly tertium quid,

Leaving our souls to all eternity

Amalgamated. Sweet, thy name is Briggs

And mine is Johnson. Wherefore should not we

Agree to form a Johnsonate of Briggs?

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Audrey San Diego

WHAT thing is love?—for sure love is a thing:—

Love is a prick, love is a sting,

Love is a pretty, pretty thing;

Love is a fire, love is a coal,

Whose flame creeps in at every hole;

And, as myself can best devise,

His dwelling is in ladies' eyes,

From whence he shoots his dainty darts

Into the lusty gallants' hearts;

And ever since was call'd a god

That Mars with Venus play'd even and odd.

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Ms. Wagenschutz

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Elliott Smith, Happiness, Live Performance on the Jon Brion Show

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Sub? - http://tinyurl.com/subEBM - Newly found footage - Elliott Smith performs Happiness with Jon Brion on the Jon Brion Show in 2000. What a masterpiece of a song, by a beautiful person, from an amazing live show. Miss you Elliott! Thanks to AlRosePromotions for uploading the original show in full.

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Ms. Wagenschutz

SONNET 130

by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

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Ms. Wagenschutz

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Ms. Wagenschutz

Hate Poem

by Julie Sheehan

I hate you truly. Truly I do.
Everything about me hates everything about you.
The flick of my wrist hates you.
The way I hold my pencil hates you.
The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped
in the jaws of a moray eel hates you.
Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you.

Look out! Fore! I hate you.

The blue-green jewel of sock lint I’m digging
from under by third toenail, left foot, hates you.
The history of this keychain hates you.
My sigh in the background as you explain relational databases hates you.
The goldfish of my genius hates you.
My aorta hates you. Also my ancestors.

A closed window is both a closed window and an obvious symbol of how I hate you.

My voice curt as a hairshirt: hate.
My hesitation when you invite me for a drive: hate.
My pleasant “good morning”: hate.
You know how when I’m sleepy I nuzzle my head under your arm? Hate. The whites of my target-eyes articulate hate. My wit practices it.
My breasts relaxing in their holster from morning to night hate you.
Layers of hate, a parfait.

Hours after our latest row, brandishing the sharp glee of hate,

I dissect you cell by cell, so that I might hate each one individually and at leisure.
My lungs, duplicitous twins, expand with the utter validity of my hate, which can never have enough of you, Breathlessly, like two idealists in a broken submarine.

from PLEIADES, vol. 24:2
Central Missouri State Press