English Poetry Collection

[~KAYRA~]

What Is Going On
What Is Their To Do
Is This Another Joke
Or Do You Really Care
What Is Happening
What Is Going On
Is This Able To Happen
All The Love In The Air
Is This Really Love
Or Is It Another Fullfillment Of Lust
Jogging Threw My Head
Leaving Me In A Cloud Full Of Dust
Blind To Whats In Front Of Me
And To Who Is Really Their
I Need Find The Answer Thats Hidden In My Heart
Do I Really Love You Or Am I Feeling Lust

[~KAYRA~]

The Missing Treasure Of This Sinking Vessel
On The Seafloor, Where It Would Nestle
Against The Base For Years It’d Lay
Patiently Waiting For That Special Day
When I Would Come To Claim My Prize
Hoping The Chest To My Surprise
Would Hold The Heart That I’ve Been Missing

[UmerAmer]

wah kiya baat hai
boht acha silisila shoro kiya hai
zabardast

[~KAYRA~]

Snow-white swans sing softly,
Rose petals blooming in the air.
One smile from you melts me,
Basking in nature, the perfect pair.
Arms wrapped around my neck,
Hands resting upon your waist.
Staring into the eyes of heaven,
Breathless as I caress your face.
The swans quiet down to watch us
Awaiting for our moment’s bliss.
Another perfect day gone by together,
Now let it end with a heartfelt kiss.

[~KAYRA~]

Everyday my heart it breaks
the things you do send it in a shake
I want to be with you everyday
But you always seem to run away
I know you think running away is the only choice
But if you sad speak up raise your voice
Because when you leave you only leave other sad too.
So come back and i’ll help you threw thease times
Because i love you and im forever yours if you’ll be forever mine

[~KAYRA~]

We invest to much into three little words
“I Love You” sends a shocking body surge
The chemistry is something thats be unheard….
When I look into your eyes;
I sense the comfort and warmth I’ve Longed for,
to the point I can hardly speak
you make my knees weak.

[~KAYRA~]

For You I Would Climb
The Highest Mountain Peak
Swim The Deepest Ocean
Your Love I Do Seek.
For You I Would Cross
The Rivers Most Wide
Walk The Hottest Desert Sand
To Have You By My Side.
For You Are The One
Who Makes Me Whole
You Have Captured My Heart
And Touched My Soul.

[~KAYRA~]

I Saw Something In A Catalog
Something I Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really Wanted
So I Saved Up
And I Scrapped Up
And I Bought It
It Took Some Time In Coming
Six To Eight Weeks
It Finally Came
And I Took It Out Of The
Foam And Box
“Love” It Said And I Tried It Out
It Broke
So I Thought To Return It
But The Damn Thing Wouldn’t
Fit Back In The Box

[~KAYRA~]

Me And You
And The Memories We Made
Our Endless Conversations
And Pointless Little Fights
The Long Summer Days
And Cold Winter Nights
The Old Oak Tree Still Stands
And Our Initials Are There
Have You Gone Back?
Because I Sure Have
The Walks We’d Take
The Laughs We Shared
The Good Times
And The Bad
These Memories We Made
They’re All Thats Left Of Me And You
Me And You And The Memories
The Memories We Made In Maine

[~KAYRA~]

I Wish You Were My Valentine
Though I May Not Be Yours,
And I May, In My Ignorance,
Be Speaking To Closed Doors.
I Have No Inkling Of Your Heart,
No Hint What You Might Say;
But When I Think Of You The Sun
Will Just Not Go Away.
There Is In You A Loveliness
That Makes My Darkness Shine,
And So I’ll Wait, If Wait I Must,
To Be Your Valentine.

[~KAYRA~]

How Simple To Be Happy Here In Heaven!
After All, One Doesn’t Want For Much.
Passion Finds Its Willing Partner, Ever
Pleased To Please With A Deft And Tender Touch.
Yearning Is Like Walking Through A Valley
Veiled In The Loveliness Of Flowers.
All The Beauty Of The Earth Can Only
Lead Us To The Edge Of What Is Ours.
Etched Into Our Love There Is A Message,
Not Of Now But Of All Time And Place,
Telling Of A Truth Beyond The Passage
In Which We Move From Mystery To Grace.
Nor Are There Signs That Such Content Can Be
Except My Love For You, And Yours For Me.

[~KAYRA~]

An Angel Is One Who Cares
Is Always Quick To Lend A Hand
Someone Who Listens And Shares
Someone Who Will Always Understand.
An Angel Is A Blending
Of Loyalty, Love And Cheer.
An Angel Is Someone
Who Is Honest And Sincere.
An Angel Is Someone
Who Comes Your Way
When You Need Them Most
To Ease Your Soul On Troubled Days.
An Angel Is Faithful
And Trustworthy In All They Do.
An Earth Angel Is Someone
Who Is A Special Friend Like You.

[~KAYRA~]

How Long Is Forever?
Is It The Rest, Of Life?
Does It Come With Our Dying Breath,
Or At The End Of Strife?
Does It Follow Along The Calendar
And The Cycles Of The Moon?
Will It Arrive Like A Shooting Star
And Flame Out Much Too Soon

[~KAYRA~]

All I Ever Wanted Was To Be Part Of Your Heart,
And For Us To Be Together, To Never Be Apart.
No One Else In The World Can Even Compare,
You’re Perfect And So Is This Love That We Share.
We Have So Much More Than I Ever Thought We Would,
I Love You More Than I Ever Thought I Could.
I Promise To Give You All I Have To Give,
I’ll Do Anything For You As Long As I Live.
In Your Eyes I See Our Present, Our Future And Past,
By The Way You Look At Me I Know We Will Last.
I Hope That One Day You’ll Come To Realize,
How Perfect You Are When Seen Through My Eyes.

[~KAYRA~]

You Taught Me To Trust Again
In This World Of Selfishness
And Despair.
You Lent Me Your Ear,
When Nobody Listened,
Only Would Hear.
You Understood My Worries
When Nobody Did.
You Took My Broken Heart
And Made Me Whole Again.
Thank You For Being My Friend!

[~KAYRA~]

I Give To You
A Fire To Light Inside Your Heart,
To Feel The Warm Embers Glow.
A Piece Of The Sun's Warm Rays,
To Bask In It's Fiery Show.
I Give To You
A Piece Of A Rainbow To Color Your
World, When All Seems Totally Gray.
Some Roses For The Sweet Perfume,
To Kiss Your Senses With Its Bouquet.
I Give To You
A Sprinkling Of Some Twinkling
Stars, To Wish Upon At Night.
The Morning Dew To Kiss The Day.
To Bask In It's Delight.

[~KAYRA~]

We May Not Always Realize
That Every Thing We Do,
Affects Not Only Our Lives
But Touches Others, Too!
For A Little Bit Of Thoughtfulness
That Shows Someone You Care,
Creates A Ray Of Sunshine
For Both Of You To Share.
Yes, Every Time You Offer
Someone A Helping Hand ...
Every Time You Show A Friend
You Care And Understand ...

[~KAYRA~]

Me And You
The Way You Make Me Feel Every Day,
Is More Then Any Words Can Say.
The Happiness You Bring To Me,
Is More Then Can Ever Be Seen.
Happiness Comes And Happiness Goes,
But My Love For You Just Grows And Grows.
I Get A Twinkle In My Eye When I See The Most Beautiful Person,
Is Cause Of You, But Only I Know Why,
The Reason Is That I Love You,
Because Without You I Would Not Live.

[~KAYRA~]

Love Romantic Poems
In My Eyes,
You Have The Best,
Body And Personality,
In My Eyes,
Are The Funniest And Most Person.
In My Eyes You Are My Everything,
So In My Eyes Your Love Is All I Need.

[~KAYRA~]

Your words vibrate through my soul
Awakenings and racing thoughts on the go
My heart has been hit
You need to know
My friends flash warnings
Love and concern casts their doubts
How could I know
They steer me away
In the shadows I stay
Not letting go
My mind has lost control
I just don’t know
Ulterior motives
Player on the move
All possibilities
What do I have to lose
I voice my fears
Heart already shakes and quivers
You listen and feel
“Patience” you reveal
I’m scared
I’m excited
I’m anxious
I’m delighted
Emotions unlocked
I let you in
Feelings enhanced
There’s no return
Your words sing to me
Time soars by
I’m entranced by you
Pure laughter and joy
I feel a great loss
When we’re unable to talk
I can never get enough
You’ve become a part of me

[~KAYRA~]

Patience by Arielle
I follow my heart
It’s all I can do
Time will tell
If our love is true
“Patience” you say
Patient I will be
Shutting out
The voices surrounding me

[~KAYRA~]

Always be true to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
Ask for my opinion
be honest even if not kind
Color me with happiness
From purple to yellow to blue
Fill my world with excitement
And fill it full of you
Take me out to dinners
And tell me I’m your world
I want to know you love me
And that I am your perfect girl
Color my happiness
With respect and honor and truth
Show me that your care for me
Will hold past our time of youth
Always stand beside me
Never in front or behind
I want to stand equal with you
And forever be in your mind
Be able to protect me
But don’t guard my every move
I need to know you’re there
But this you don’t have to prove
Treat me like an angel
But please don’t clip my wings
Because even if I take flight
I will never take off my ring
So color me with happiness
Which shouldn’t be hard to do
Because you are the only color in my world
I’d be lost in darkness without you
Color my Happiness

[~KAYRA~]

When I think of you
I can’t help but wonder
Will our love blossom
Or will it sunder
When I think of you
I see my life unfold
Together we will live
With you, I feel bold
When I think of you
I become afraid
I fear you’ll reject me
When this infatuation’s played
When I think of you
I think of love
You are my angel
Sent from above
When I think of you
I fear I’ll come undone
Never have I felt
This way about anyone
When I think of you
I think of Aphrodite
But not even that goddess
could match your beauty
When I think of you
I feel like I can fly
If I ever lost your love
I feel like I would die

[~KAYRA~]

I love you,
I can’t think of a better way,
To spend my life,
To be with you everyday.
I think about you every minute,
I hope you think about me,
There is no other place,
I would rather be.
Baby you make life simple,
You make it easy,
I love you babe,
Don’t ever leave me.
I dont want to be alone,
I couldnt survive without you,
I think I’d die out on my own,
I don’t know what I’d do.

[~KAYRA~]

My heart was broken
Many times before
But I never stoped
So it broke some more
Everytime I try to love
My heart was up high
But it always break somehow
Whenever somebody says goobye
But then that faithful day came
The day you came to my life
I knew you were the perfect one
I will marry and be my wife
Now that were together
We will never be apart
Cause you picked up the pieces
Of my broken heart
The faithful day I will never forget
Is the day that still stays true
A day is very special to me
The day I found you!

[~KAYRA~]

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend doesn’t know your parents’ first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and clean
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about their problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it’s not a friendship until after u’ve had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

[~KAYRA~]

Sometimes it’s hard to see,
what’s right in front of me.
Sometimes i don’t appreciate,
the time and effort you make.
Sometimes i can’t understand,
that he isn’t the right man.
But for those “sometimes” I’m glad i have you,
to tell me when it’s time to realize him and me are through.
I know that my faults have taken a toll on you,
and i want to say thankyou.
Thankyou for sticking it through,
and realizing that I’m here for you too.
We hit it off from the start,
and I can tell we will never part.
best friends from the beginning,
I’m here for any inning.
Rain or shine,
I’ll be on time.
Like best friends should,
I’ll be here for good.

[~KAYRA~]

The queen of hearts between the Jack and the King
Is wondering if its better to be in a fling
Than to be in love with somebody that’s new
Who brings feelings to her like so very few.
The queen is playing dirty, with her heart in a knot
And she can’t make a decision because it’s just too hot
The consequences are harsh, but she knows its right
To leave the Jack for the King and start a big fight.
She’s eyeing and spying, waiting for a good time
To tell the Jack about the King that is dying to shine
And take his spot in the deck as the one true lover
Who the Queen needs to feel somebody loves her.
I’m waiting around, as the joker of the deck
Whom nobody listens to, but what the heck
My heart is in the place that is truly right
And I’m ready to take on any little fight.
When the deed is done, I’ll be sleeping fine
Because I’ve known what is right all the time.
To play chess with two hearts and win
Is as wrong as a fish with no fins.

[~KAYRA~]

She looks like she stole the stars right from the skies-
And sewed them into the pupils of her gorgeous eyes,
She blinks with insecurity but with amazement too,
This pretty little girl just doesn’t have even a clue.
Her pretty little voice flutters the inside of my heart,
It makes me want to shield her from everything,
And beat anyone up who comes across her path,
So anyone reading this, beware of dog, is the sign.
She lifts up the souls to everyone she talks too,
Because she has the magical power, that I want,
But I can’t have because she is a one of a kind,
With a special heart that no one else can ever have.
She lives in a very evil town in the state of Nebraska,
Where the people just don’t give a hoot about anything,
They just stop and stare, but they don’t go anywhere,
Followers is what I’d like to call them, who knows.
She lives in an evil little house, where snakey lives,
She too, doesn’t give a smudge about life itself,
Thank god she had a daughter, because I’d fail;
I’d fail majorly in life without this special person.
Ever since I’ve known her, she has always amazed me,
She keeps my imagination running and rolling along,
She makes sure my chin is up and looking forward,
Strong as steel even though we have our moments.
If I lived there with her, no one would ever hurt her,
Because I’d stomp on the faces who dared to even try,
And bet me on anything, because that is no lie,
She is like my daughter, and I love her so dang much.
I’d give her my last bite of food, and last drink to drink,
I’d give her my shoes if she didn’t have any to wear,
I’d give her my pen, if she came to school unprepared,
And most of all, I’d give her my last breath.

[~KAYRA~]

Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I’ll be there.
In the minds eye,
I’m not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I’ll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye’s upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I’ll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I’ll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I’ll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I’ll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if you need me.
If you need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be

[~KAYRA~]

Solitude have I to endure,
seemingly held with disclosure.
A fellow left astray,
as yet from yesterday.
Flashing your dainty, disarming smile,
warms my heart every once in a while.
Our longtime kinship
will always bloom with friendship.
It has never been so profound,
a lifetime friend have I found.
Let our friendship be a bond,
which can never be like a dry pond.
Let us not forget the dreams we share,
forever like sisters or brothers we care.
You’ll always be a friend to me,
and that’s the way it should be.

[~KAYRA~]

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong

[~KAYRA~]

Let me be your friend today
that’s what I’d like to do.
I’ll show you a smile a country mile
and give my heart to you.
If you are feeling lonely -
and don’t know what to do.
Just take my hand and walk with me,
and I’ll be a friend for you.
I’ll give you a day with sunshine -
and flowers all in bloom,
and take you to the Master,
He’ll take away your gloom.
Let me be your friend today -
and chase away your fears.
I’ll show you love you’ve never seen,
and dry away your tears.
I will treat you very special -
and ease your worried mind.
and rest assured you’ll always be
a favorite friend of mine.

[~KAYRA~]

Across the Miles we stand
Two great friends
Friendship Poems
We go through conversations
No knowing if it’s a smile or a frown
Our bodies stand miles apart
Two great Friends
We’ll never be apart
Not even the greatest distance will part us
Our hearts stand as one
So across the Miles we stand
In our body form
But our hearts are one
In our spirit form
Two great Friends
Is what we stand for

[~KAYRA~]

Me And You
And The Memories We Made
Our Endless Conversations
And Pointless Little Fights
The Long Summer Days
And Cold Winter Nights
The Old Oak Tree Still Stands
And Our Initials Are There
Have You Gone Back?
Because I Sure Have
The Walks We’d Take
The Laughs We Shared
The Good Times
And The Bad
These Memories We Made
They’re All Thats Left Of Me And You
Me And You And The Memories
The Memories We Made In Maine

[~KAYRA~]

I’m Really Not The Praying Kind,
But, Lately I’ve Been Down On My Knees,
Looking For A Reason To Believe,
Searching For An Answer To My Dreams,
Praying For A Miracle To End My Anxiety
To Find Rest For My Constant Worried Mind,
Disintegrate All My Problems,
Confess My Sins And Lies
Longing For The Happiness,
That Has Completely Disappeared Out Of Sight
Seeing The Pain That I Can Feel So Clear,
Fearing The Fear Within Me Here,,
Shouting Out With A Fierce Cry,
Feeling The Pain Shoot Through My Eyes
Looking To The Stars Up High,
Wishing For My Dreams To Come True,
Who Am I Kidding,
My Wishes Have Run Out Of Time
I’m Just Sitting Here Crying,
As My Body Is Slowly Dying,
Giving Up To One Last Wish,
That I Will Commit To Suicide
I Kneel Upon The Heavenly Skies
Star Light, Star Bright,
The Last Star I Will See Tonight,
Will I Won’t, Wish I Might,
Take My Life, My Life Tonight

[~KAYRA~]

A Bed Among The Clouds Poem

I let balloons go on purpose
giving them the freedom
I cannot have,
the freedom among
the storm clouds that
I pine for every night,
to be blanketed in sheets
of rain drops
and tucked in by the
fingers of the wind,
with the lightning
as a night light
and a lullaby
hummed from the
throat of thunder.
But, iron trees put down
roots in concrete,
and, darling, my feet
are fixed to the ground.
So, I let the balloons go
to give them a bed
among the clouds...!!!

[~KAYRA~]

Candle The Poem
Tonight, I need a softer light,
a softer night, a different
kind of care.. I need
an old fashioned thing,
simple comfort to wrap me in;
candle light so I may hide,
in softer shadows, I need the
soothe, the gentle flame,
for eyes that burn, eyes
that prickle.. though I refuse them.
Tonight I need to hide,
the dark encroaches, and
I fear this dreadful ache..
I need the steady flicker, the slow
burn wick, to mesmerise,
to keep the night away..
hold back this hollow feeling,
this bereft.. heavy in my bones.
Tonight I am alone so
I light a candle, to assuage,
this awful ache..
I am quiet, alone..
with
a flame that gutters...!!!



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[~KAYRA~]

Obsession The Pome
Have you crossed between two parallel mirrors?
and stopped to reborn long dead tortures
that carved contours on your forehead
and threw away liter of tears that you shed
You withdrew from digging memories
seeing an infinite images
reflected between two glasses
You wanted to leave it fragmented
to stop the mirror from recreating threat
Threat of your own face, your own body
for they kept you from being happy
They were molded imperfectly
that made you wish to be like someone else
who got a look to induce love spells
and will make him fall deeply in love again
as deep as parallel mirrors with nothing in between
Nothing because it’s merely a delusion

caused by your obsession...!!!

[~KAYRA~]

The Broken Ones Poem She told me about her love for petals, snowflakes, and butterflies, for their fragility. She took them in her palms then, set them free, seemly reminding me to be gentle before she leaves...!!! -

[~KAYRA~]

This is for your eyes only... but they can look too Poem
I write for you
miles of words
that the rest
of the world
may well see,
and although
I’ve liked to leave
this network
of readers behind,
I fancy the fact
the followers
that I have
are mostly writers
who all seem
to be fans
of what I do
devotedly
and willingly
just for you.
so maybe
I am doing
something right
by my writing
and all the hearts
are simply
a quality check
that allows
a non-writer
who writes his love
daily poems
to keep himself
on inventive toes.
I love being
nobody’s favorite…
but yours...!!!

[~KAYRA~]

Dreaming Of

Unintelligent words, from an unintelligent mind.
Thinking of simple things that might not even rhyme
Why do I even try, I’ll probably end up a mime.
These words wont reach anyone farther then this line.

I try to hard at everything, and my hopes are far to high
I seem to let my self down, far to many times
But don’t worry, your not worthless, please don’t cry
There’s plenty opportunity here, let your mind fly.

You can reach your wildest dreams they say, only if you try
Well what if my wildest dreams even exceed the sky
No one want to listen, and no one wants to try
My wildest dream are made up of saving man kind

We’re poisoned to believe that selfishness is the way
And when people need a dollar it’s to cozy up their stay
To rotten their body more and to drink away their day
I don’t understand, so this is what I’ll say

If a car ride means a life, then why aren’t we retreating
We should be lining up, instead of keeping them from eating.
“they are scummy and disgusting, they don’t disserve my dime.”
Come on, really? They’re just putting in their time.

Today in church, I heard my pastor say, words of meaning, things I don’t hear every day
In a different situation, in a different kind of hand, if we were born differently we would be just like them
It hit me in the heart, and stung me in the brain, maybe im not useless, I’ve just been trying the wrong thing.

So this is it for me, I wont give up this time
I’m putting in my dollar and putting in my dime
I’m convinced that one day I will change the worlds mind
And all of us together, we will save mankind.

Bailey Burris

[~KAYRA~]

I am

I am
Outspoken yet sometimes i can be shy
I am
Not afraid to get burn, break my heart and cry
I am
A pacifist, there ain´t nothing better than
To hear the peace breeze over our destiny
I think I could be
More determined and maybe a little less stubborn
Take it lesson by lesson and try to learn them
I am
Free to be whatever I may want to be
I am
Not afraid to say I do sometimes feel caged
I am
A believer, there ain´t nothing better than
To believe the stormy sky will reappear clearer
I think I could be
More aggressive and maybe a little less comprehensive
Maybe sometimes people truly mean what they say
When being distractive.
I am
Just like a pretty yet fragile butterfly
I am
Not afraid to experiment different flowers spread my soft wings and fly
I am
A perfectionist, although I know u´re not
Gonna find perfection in me
I am
Not embarrassed to apologize when I know I was wrong
That´s not gonna stop me from feeling strong
I think I could be
A little like you, a little more like me
I am not ashamed to say
When in the dimmed light by the sunset
You look my way, and my concerns melt away
I am proud to say
I am me.

Nina gáspari

[~KAYRA~]

you're beautiful

Kindness is beautiful Talent is beautiful beautiful is sweet beautiful is great beautiful is love beautiful is power I am beautiful you are beautiful we are beautiful

Aisha Patterson

[~KAYRA~]

Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

[~KAYRA~]

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

[~KAYRA~]

Refusal
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter

[~KAYRA~]

Remembrance
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

[~KAYRA~]

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise

[~KAYRA~]

The Detached
We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, who neither know nor
wish to know that
HELL IS INTERNAL.
We love,
Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,
Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
Kisses that neither touch nor
care to touch if
LOVE IS INTERNAL.

[~KAYRA~]

The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

[~KAYRA~]

The Mothering Blackness
She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
She came home running
She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
She came down creeping
She came home blameless
black yet as Hagar’s daughter
tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face
She came home blameless

[~KAYRA~]

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

[~KAYRA~]

They Went Home
They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking clean,
no word I spoke was ever mean,
I had an air of mystery,
But... They went home.
My praises were on all men's lips,
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,
they'd spend one night, or two or three.
But...

[~KAYRA~]

Touched by an Angel
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

[~KAYRA~]

Weekend Glory
Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.
They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.
If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.
Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.
They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.
My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.

[~KAYRA~]

When You Come
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.

[~KAYRA~]

Woman Work
I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.
Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.
Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.
Maya Angelou

[~KAYRA~]

24hrs make a lovely day,
7 days make a lovely week,
52 weeks make a lovely year & knowing a
person like me will make ur life lovely.



Wen things go wrong…
Wen sadness fills ur heart…
wen tears flow in ur eyes…
always remember 3 things
1) I’m with u…
2) Still with u…
3) Will ALWAYS b...

[~KAYRA~]

24hrs make a lovely day,
7 days make a lovely week,
52 weeks make a lovely year & knowing a
person like me will make ur life lovely.



Wen things go wrong…
Wen sadness fills ur heart…
wen tears flow in ur eyes…
always remember 3 things
1) I’m with u…
2) Still with u…
3) Will ALWAYS b... ....

[~KAYRA~]

What Is Going On
What Is Their To Do
Is This Another Joke
Or Do You Really Care
What Is Happening
What Is Going On
Is This Able To Happen
All The Love In The Air
Is This Really Love
Or Is It Another Fullfillment Of Lust
Jogging Threw My Head
Leaving Me In A Cloud Full Of Dust
Blind To Whats In Front Of Me
And To Who Is Really Their
I Need Find The Answer Thats Hidden In My Heart
Do I Really Love You Or Am I Feeling Lust

[~KAYRA~]

The Missing Treasure Of This Sinking Vessel
On The Seafloor, Where It Would Nestle
Against The Base For Years It’d Lay
Patiently Waiting For That Special Day
When I Would Come To Claim My Prize
Hoping The Chest To My Surprise
Would Hold The Heart That I’ve Been Missing

[~KAYRA~]

Snow-white swans sing softly,
Rose petals blooming in the air.
One smile from you melts me,
Basking in nature, the perfect pair.
Arms wrapped around my neck,
Hands resting upon your waist.
Staring into the eyes of heaven,
Breathless as I caress your face.
The swans quiet down to watch us
Awaiting for our moment’s bliss.
Another perfect day gone by together,
Now let it end with a heartfelt kiss.

[~KAYRA~]

We invest to much into three little words
“I Love You” sends a shocking body surge
The chemistry is something thats be unheard….
When I look into your eyes;
I sense the comfort and warmth I’ve Longed for,
to the point I can hardly speak
you make my knees weak.

[~KAYRA~]

For You I Would Climb
The Highest Mountain Peak
Swim The Deepest Ocean
Your Love I Do Seek.
For You I Would Cross
The Rivers Most Wide
Walk The Hottest Desert Sand
To Have You By My Side.
For You Are The One
Who Makes Me Whole
You Have Captured My Heart
And Touched My Soul.

[~KAYRA~]

I Saw Something In A Catalog
Something I Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really
Really Wanted
So I Saved Up
And I Scrapped Up
And I Bought It
It Took Some Time In Coming
Six To Eight Weeks
It Finally Came
And I Took It Out Of The
Foam And Box
“Love” It Said And I Tried It Out
It Broke
So I Thought To Return It
But The Damn Thing Wouldn’t
Fit Back In The Box

[~KAYRA~]

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

[~KAYRA~]

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

[~KAYRA~]

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.
Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.
Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.
Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.
A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands that let not bounty fall
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.
Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet moe letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswathed, and seal'd to curious secrecy.
These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear:
Cried 'O false blood, thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!'
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh--
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew--
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.
So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught applied
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'Tis promised in the charity of age.
'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied
Love to myself and to no love beside.
'But, woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit--it was to gain my grace--
Of one by nature's outwards so commended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodged and newly deified.
'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.
'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear
Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin
Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to wear:
Yet show'd his visage by that cost more dear;
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
If best were as it was, or best without.
'His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, untidy though they be.
His rudeness so with his authorized youth
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.
'Well could he ride, and often men would say
'That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop
he makes!'
And controversy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.
'But quickly on this side the verdict went:
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case:
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.
'So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will:
'That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.
'Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them:
'So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.
'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.
'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.
'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbod the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though Reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.'
'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,'
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.
'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo.
''All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.
''Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,
Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.
''Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.
''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.
''The diamond,--why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;

[~KAYRA~]

''Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender;
For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
''O, then, advance of yours that phraseless hand,
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;
Take all these similes to your own command,
Hallow'd with sighs that burning lungs did raise;
What me your minister, for you obeys,
Works under you; and to your audit comes
Their distract parcels in combined sums.
''Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
Or sister sanctified, of holiest note;
Which late her noble suit in court did shun,
Whose rarest havings made the blossoms dote;
For she was sought by spirits of richest coat,
But kept cold distance, and did thence remove,
To spend her living in eternal love.
''But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, mastering what not strives,
Playing the place which did no form receive,
Playing patient sports in unconstrained gyves?
She that her fame so to herself contrives,
The scars of battle 'scapeth by the flight,
And makes her absence valiant, not her might.
''O, pardon me, in that my boast is true:
The accident which brought me to her eye
Upon the moment did her force subdue,
And now she would the caged cloister fly:
Religious love put out Religion's eye:
Not to be tempted, would she be immured,
And now, to tempt, all liberty procured.
''How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong
Have emptied all their fountains in my well,
And mine I pour your ocean all among:
I strong o'er them, and you o'er me being strong,
Must for your victory us all congest,
As compound love to physic your cold breast.
''My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,
Believed her eyes when they to assail begun,
All vows and consecrations giving place:
O most potential love! vow, bond, nor space,
In thee hath neither sting, knot, nor confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
''When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,
How coldly those impediments stand forth
Of wealth, of filial fear, law, kindred, fame!
Love's arms are peace, 'gainst rule, 'gainst sense,
'gainst shame,
And sweetens, in the suffering pangs it bears,
The aloes of all forces, shocks, and fears.
''Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine;
And supplicant their sighs to you extend,
To leave the battery that you make 'gainst mine,
Lending soft audience to my sweet design,
And credent soul to that strong-bonded oath
That shall prefer and undertake my troth.'
'This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
Whose sights till then were levell'd on my face;
Each cheek a river running from a fount
With brinish current downward flow'd apace:
O, how the channel to the stream gave grace!
Who glazed with crystal gate the glowing roses
That flame through water which their hue encloses.
'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes
What rocky heart to water will not wear?
What breast so cold that is not warmed here?
O cleft effect! cold modesty, hot wrath,
Both fire from hence and chill extincture hath.
'For, lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
Even there resolved my reason into tears;
There my white stole of chastity I daff'd,
Shook off my sober guards and civil fears;
Appear to him, as he to me appears,
All melting; though our drops this difference bore,
His poison'd me, and mine did him restore.
'In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,
Of burning blushes, or of weeping water,
Or swooning paleness; and he takes and leaves,
In either's aptness, as it best deceives,
To blush at speeches rank to weep at woes,
Or to turn white and swoon at tragic shows.
'That not a heart which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And, veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim:
Against the thing he sought he would exclaim;
When he most burn'd in heart-wish'd luxury,
He preach'd pure maid, and praised cold chastity.
'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;
That th' unexperient gave the tempter place,
Which like a cherubin above them hover'd.
Who, young and simple, would not be so lover'd?
Ay me! I fell; and yet do question make
What I should do again for such a sake.
'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,
O, that forced thunder from his heart did fly,
O, that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
O, all that borrow'd motion seeming owed,
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new pervert a reconciled maid!'
William Shakespeare

[~KAYRA~]

All the World's a Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

[~KAYRA~]

Aubade
HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise, arise!
William Shakespeare

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my fav poetry


“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
― Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son

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Gr8 sharing