Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.



I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?



By Edgar Allan Poe

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8:45 PM

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod 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

I rise.



BY MAYA ANGELOU

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8:43 PM

Brother to brother

I know that I can always coun on you

Because you are my brther

And I am your brother also

Brother to brother

Your life is different than mine

You live in Brazil

I live in Canad a country that is more advanced in technology

Brother to brother

I will pray for you

Eventhough you don't believe in God

Brother to brother I will email you more frequently

Brother to brother I will sing you a song

Brother to brother I hope the saints will go to Sao paulo and 

Watch you While you are sleeping. 

By Aldo Kraas 

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8:41 PM

I believe in many things

in GOD and what we are

Looking to the future

awaits a shining star.



Life is not a happening

but planned long ago

each one pays restitution

for the seeds we sow.



I believe after the rain

the sun will brightly shine

everyone must stop

bow their heart sometime.



I believe if we endure

someone will smile on us

for sure

love is something that

will last

long after this life has

past.



Remaining faithful we will

receive

showers of happiness, I

believe.



By Heather burns

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8:40 PM

She taught me two things,

‘Ignorance and Beautiful.'



One day, she told me,



'Let me tell you,

The meaning of Beautiful.

God is beautiful,

Nature is beautiful,

Life is beautiful,

Love is beautiful,

Care is beautiful,

Share is beautiful,

Understanding is beautiful,

Trust is beautiful,

Faith is beautiful,

Passion is beautiful,

Compassion is beautiful,

Air is beautiful,

Water is beautiful,

Earth is beautiful,

Fire is beautiful,

Energy is beautiful,

Here is beautiful,

There is beautiful,

Everywhere is beautiful,

Everyone is beautiful,

Everything is beautiful.'



I had to intervene,

'Looks the universe is beautiful,

But what is most beautiful? '

The reply comes full and straight,

'Ignorance is awesomely beautiful.'



By Sanjeev Kumar

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8:39 PM

Autumn

, autumn, autumn! 

A season

Full of great things

A season that brings

Happiness to people

And animals

Autumn, autumn, autumn! 

Birds singing

Their morning songs

Praising the lord

For the fruits

Provided in the wild

Autumn, autumn, autumn! 

Butterflies flying

All over the gardens

Enjoying the scent

From the flowers

Autumn, autumn, autumn! 

Bees buzzing

From flower to flower

Collecting pollen

And making honey

Autumn, autumn, autumn! 

Cows mooing

In the forest

Enjoying 

The green and fresh grass

Autumn, autumn, autumn! 

Children sitting

Around the fire

Eating corn, watermelons, 

Sweet reeds and squashes

Autumn, autumn, autumn

A season that is fruitful. 

By Gomotsegang Sebadieta 

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8:38 PM

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –

And bring your sweet primroses too.

Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,

As skies offer sunshine anew.



April, dear April, my blessed spring child,

Ornate in your yellow and white,

Teasing the birds into trilling their songs

And dancing to music of flight.



April, dear April, come enter my dreams

And rid me from cold winter chills.

Banish the rain and those blustery winds

And warm up our countryside hills.



April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -

You have to move on ‘till next year.

And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,

You’ll always be my month most dear.



By Mark R Slaughter

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8:36 PM