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Song of Youth ~ A Poem by Migieni

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A Song of Youth

Migieni

Sing, youth, the loveliest song you know!
Sing the song that seethes within your breast,
Let your joy burst forth in passion…
Don’t hold back your song! Let it soar.

Sing your song, youth. I beg you sing…
Let it seize you, kiss you, inspire you to love
With youthful ardour… Let the foaming wave of  feelings
Which your song arouses surge over us.

Sing your song, youth, and laugh like children!
Let the sound of your voice rise to the heavens
And echo back to us again, from the envious stars.

For we adore you, as we adore the sun.
Sing, youth! Sing your joyful song!
Laugh, youth, laugh! The world is yours.

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To Critics ~ A Poem by Walter Learned

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To Critics

Walter Learned

When I was seventeen I heard
From each censorious tongue,
“I’d not do that if I were you;
You see you’re rather young.”

Now that I number forty years,
I’m quite as often told
Of this or that I shouldn’t do
Because I’m quite too old.

O carping world! If there’s an age
Where youth and manhood keep
An equal poise, alas! I must
Have passed it in my sleep.

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Today’s Poem: A Lesson to Youth by Robert Anderson

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A Lesson to Youth

Robert Anderson

Tho’ Youth thy path be strewn with flow’rs,
And mirth leads on the rosy hours;
Soon manhood proves the past a dream,
And joys, once priz’d, now sorrows seem.

O Youth! beware of pleasure’s wile!
For danger lurks beneath her smile:
‘Tis wise, in time, her haunts to shun;
Who woos the nymph, is soon undone!

Be to a brother’s foibles blind;
Promote whatever serves mankind;
The naked clothe–the hungry feed–
And bow to what’s by Heav’n decreed!

Let reason rule–each joy despise,
That honour, wealth, and health destroys:
Let virtue all thy thoughts engage;
Then, fearless, may’st thou welcome age!

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Today’s Poem ~ Recurrence by Dorothy Parker

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Recurrence

Dorothy Parker

We shall have our little day.
Take my hand and travel still
Round and round the little way,
Up and down the little hill.

It is good to love again;
Scan the renovated skies,
Dip and drive the idling pen,
Sweetly tint the paling lies.

Trace the dripping, piercèd heart,
Speak the fair, insistent verse,
Vow to God, and slip apart,
Little better, little worse.

Would we need not know before
How shall end this prettiness;
One of us must love the more,
One of us shall love the less.

Thus it is, and so it goes;
We shall have our day, my dear.
Where, unwilling, dies the rose
Buds the new, another year.

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Poem for Today ~ Return

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Return

Sterling A. Brown

I have gone back in boyish wonderment
To things that I had foolishly put by. . . . 
Have found an alien and unknown content 
In seeing how some bits of cloud-filled sky 
Are framed in bracken pools; through chuckling hours 
Have watched the antic frogs, or curiously
Have numbered all the unnamed, vagrant flowers, 
That fleck the unkempt meadows, lavishly. 

Or where a headlong toppling stream has stayed
Its racing, lulled to quiet by the song 
Bursting from out the thickleaved oaken shade, 
There I have lain while hours sauntered past—
I have found peacefulness somewhere at last, 
Have found a quiet needed for so long. 

Thinking Out Loud ~ Do You Walk to Your Own Drummer?

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Whose Drummer are You Following?

In his work, Self Reliance, Ralph Waldo Emerson writes, ““Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. . . .  Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness but must explore if it be goodness.” Pps. 114-115

NOTE: There are significant pressures to conform whether it be from TV, social media, or corporations seeking to profit from our conformity. When one chooses not to conform but to walk to her drummer, one’s eyes are opened to a new world, and she sees what the conformists cannot see. It takes courage to walk to one’s own drummer. When one finds that courage, life is instantly changed, and one knows she has discovered her path.

Poem of the Day ~ Love

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Love 

Luis G. Dato

In life there is no pleasure
To love and youth unknown,
For love is life’s one treasure,
And love and life are one.

In youth there is one sorrow
To love and life well known,
For beauty fades to-morrow
When youth from love has flown.

But love is like the shower
That waters gardens dry,
And brings to earth a flower
That blooms, but cannot die.

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Today’s Poem ~ Gold Leaves

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Gold Leaves
G. K. Chesterton
Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.

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