Poetry

We Two ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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We two make home of any place we go;
We two find joy in any kind of weather;
Or if the earth is clothed in bloom or snow,
If summer days invite, or bleak winds blow,
What matters it if we two are together?
We two, we two, we make our world, our weather.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare;
In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure;
We hide with wreaths the furrowed brow of care,
And win to smiles the set lips of despair.
For us life always moves with lilting measure;
We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure.

We two find youth renewed with every dawn;
Each day holds something of an unknown glory.
p. 21We waste no thought on grief or pleasure gone;
Tricked out like hope, time leads us on and on,
And thrums upon his harp new song or story.
We two, we two, we find the paths of glory.

We two make heaven here on this little earth;
We do not need to wait for realms eternal.
We know the use of tears, know sorrow’s worth,
And pain for us is always love’s rebirth.
Our paths lead closely by the paths supernal;
We two, we two, we live in love eternal.

America ~ Poem by Francis Scott Key

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Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto, “In God is our trust;

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

—Francis Scott Key

A Poem About Life by Tagore

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I slept and dreamt that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.

– Rabindranath Tagore

Love ~ Poem by Rumi

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Be Drunk in Love
Since Love is Everything that exists

– Rumi

Today’s Poem ~ Why Don’t You Laugh a Little

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Why Don’t You Laugh a Little ~ Poem appearning in Orison Swett Marden’s “As a Life Power (1899)

Why don’t you laugh, young man, when troubles come,
Instead of sitting ’round so sour and glum?
You cannot have all play,
And sunshine every day;
When troubles come, I say, why don’t you laugh?
“Why don’t you laugh? ‘T will ever help to soothe
The aches and pains. No road in life is smooth;
There’s many an unseen bump,
And many a hidden stump
O’er which you’ll have to jump. Why don’t you laugh?
“Why don’t you laugh? Don’t let your spirits wilt;
Don’t sit and cry because the milk you’ve spilt;
If you would mend it now,
Pray let me tell you how:
Just milk another cow! Why don’t you laugh?
“Why don’t you laugh, and make us all laugh, too,
And keep us mortals all from getting blue?
A laugh will always win;
If you can’t laugh, just grin,—
Come on, let’s all join in! Why don’t you laugh?

The Madness of Love ~ Poem by Hadewijch of Antwerp

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The Madness of love

The madness of love
Is a rich fief;
Anyone who recognized this
Would not ask Love for anything else:
It can unite Opposites
And reverse the paradox.
I am declaring the truth about this:
The madness of love makes bitter what was sweet,
It makes the stranger a kinsman,
And it makes the smallest the most proud.

To souls who have not reached such love,
I give this good counsel:
If they cannot do more,
Let them beg Love for amnesty,
And serve with faith,
According to the counsel of noble Love,
And think: ‘It can happen,
Love’s power is so great!’
Only after his death
Is a man beyond cure.

– Hadewijch of Antwerp

Love’s Language ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Love’s Language

When silence flees before the voice of Love,
Of what expression does that god approve?
Is dulcet song or flowing verse his choice,
Or stately prose, made regal by his voice?
Speaks Love in couplets, or in epics grand?
And is Love humble, or does he command?

There is no language that Love does not speak:
To-day commanding and to-morrow meek,
One hour laconic and the next verbose,
With hope triumphant and with doubt morose,
His varying moods all forms of speech employ.
To give expression to his painful joy.

To voice the phases of his joyful pain,
He rings the changes on the poet’s strain.
Yet not in epic, epigram or verse
Can Love the passion of his heart rehearse.
All speech, all language, is inadequate,
There are no words with Love commensurate.

Will ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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You will be what you will to be;
   Let failure find its false content
   In that poor word “environment,”
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time, it conquers space,
   It cowes that boastful trickster Chance,
   And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown and fill a servant’s place.

The human Will, that force unseen,
   The offspring of a deathless Soul,
   Can hew the way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay,
   But wait as one who understands;
   When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

p. 95The river seeking for the sea
   Confronts the dam and precipice,
   Yet knows it cannot fail or miss;
You will be what you will to be!

The Stairway of Existence ~ Poem by Hafiz on Love

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The Stairway of Existence

We
Are not
In pursuit of formalities
Or fake religious
Laws,

For through the stairway of existence
We have come to God’s
Door.

We are
People who need to love, because
Love is the soul’s life,

Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.

Through
The stairway of existence,
O, through the stairway of existence, Hafiz

Have
You now come,
Have we all now come to
The Beloved’s
Door.

Unsubduded ~ Poem by S. E. Kiser

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  I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,
    To the will I have added the deed;
  The best that was in me I’ve given,
    I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.

  I have dared and reached only disaster,
    I have battled and broken my lance;
  I am bruised by a pitiless master
    That the weak and the timid call Chance.

  I am old, I am bent, I am cheated
    Of all that Youth urged me to win;
  But name me not with the defeated,
    To-morrow again, I begin.

S.E. Kiser.

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