Peace for the Soul
Poetry Lounge
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"IF" by Rudyard Kipling
My dear friends it has been pointed out that I repeated the posting of this poem. The only difference is the person who reads this poem, Sir Michael Caine Is one of my favorite voices for poetry. Sorry that I repeated this poem
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IF— by Rudyard Kipling ( A Life Changing Poem)
IFIf 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…
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somewhere in siberia
Somewhere in Siberiathe wind howlsthe snow driftsuntil the Summer comes when this world gets dressedin its fancy clothesof flowers and leavesgrass and treeswith honey and beesthen the Song of the Phoenix ensuesall bursting with life and news to refresh the tired and stale views of the long and…
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"The Snowdrop"
"The Snowdrop"The snowdrop, Winter's timid child, Awakes to life, bedew'd with tears; And flings around its fragrance mild, And where no rival flow'rets bloom, Amid the bare…
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In memory of Auschwitz "Sonett in Moll" (1945)
Mascha Kaleko"Sonett in Moll" (1945 )Denk ich der Tage, die vergangen sind Und all des Lichtes, das tief in uns strahlte, Da junge Liebe Wolken rosig malteUnd goldne Krone…
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On a day when the world is weighty
On a day when the world is weighty, dark and dense with need, I want to be the earthworm that gives itself over to tunneling, its every movement an act of bringing…
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It is about focus
It is about focus Clarity Dimensions Not every eye can see when magic take parts When you have to keep things wide open and still know that every inner secret that passes…
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Blue Iris
Blue Iris Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I? Can't fly, can't run and see how slowly I walk. Well, I think, I can read books. "What's that you're doing?" the green-headed fly shouts as it…
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"Everywhere"
you are not here and yet you are everywhere. i cannot see you and yet i see the evidence of how you so richly poured yourself into my world. i cannot hear you and yet your…
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when lightning strikes
there is nothing woolly or vaguewhen lightning strikesthere are no divergent opinionsbut just a crystal clear claritystark naked realitywhen lightning strikes.*
Let your imagination dream with the beauty of the Earth breathing the breeze coming of spring. Let your soul fly in search of peace. Let love in your heart. Let the hope to be your star. Let peace invades your life.