By Sri Chinmoy
Ultimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
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- By Thomas BrackenGod of Nations at Thy feet,In the bonds of love we meet,Hear our voices, we entreat,God defend our free...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Adam O. Davis1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums...
- By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped, the assaulted— my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit backordered...
- By Federico García LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la monta...
- By Inger Christensenso here I stand by the out there is the and it looks like the is always alone with the but around behind...
- By Federico García LorcaGreen I want you green green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Shadow on...
- By Federico García Lorca1. La cogida y la muerte A las cinco de la tarde. Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde. Un niño trajo...
- By Federico García Lorca1 The Goring and the Death At five in the afternoon At the stroke of five The boy brought the white ...
- By Cedric Tillmanyou know I ain’t mess w/you ’cause of yo’ friends wouldn’t have you caught slummin’ know you hood 'cause...
- By Nikki GiovanniI watched Mommy Cook Though I cooked With Grandmother With Grandmother I learned To pluck chickens Peel...
- By Javier Zamora[byline] northern triangle—First, I lived near mud, there, I carved some things. Then, I found a well...
- By Thomas McCarthyMagic rain magic mist magic dew magic hail Magic darkness magic sea magic waves magic River magic fountain...
- By Diane Gilliam FisherShe cannot imagine it otherwise. She wakes in the morning and twists her ring, loves how every night...
- By Geoffrey ChaucerFle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse, Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal; For hord...
- By Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But...
- By Louis MacNeiceTime was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with the one ...
- By Vi Khi Naofish carcass say hello to pork rind + arborio rice while castaway caraway puree returns home to deconstruct...
- By Vi Khi NaoTarrargon, are you a wild boar? My friend, lemon zest, has not been that Thyme, Cognac, falooda glass noodle These...