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Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label past. Show all posts
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Sleeping Forever
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Sleeping at Last
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By Christina Georgina Rossetti (*)
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.
Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.
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By Christina Georgina Rossetti (*)
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.
Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.
(Poem's source : classiclit.about.com)
Two-Faced.
© 2008 - Ben Heine
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(Note : This is a portrait of my dear friend Marcin Bondarowicz)
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In The Eyes of Time
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By Joseph D. Greenwood
In the eyes of time
We are standing still
Past and present
All one line
Through psychic links
We jump the track
Into the future
Not looking back
The farther we reach
The further we go
Into imagination
And the mind below
An endless journey
Eternity's wake
Through the eyes of time
Not a moments wait
(The poem appeared on Artworksgallery.hypermart.net)
© 2008 - Ben Heine.
(Note : This is a portrait of my dear friend Marcin Bondarowicz)
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In The Eyes of Time
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By Joseph D. Greenwood
In the eyes of time
We are standing still
Past and present
All one line
Through psychic links
We jump the track
Into the future
Not looking back
The farther we reach
The further we go
Into imagination
And the mind below
An endless journey
Eternity's wake
Through the eyes of time
Not a moments wait
(The poem appeared on Artworksgallery.hypermart.net)
Jigsaw Babylone
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Jig-Saw
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By Pam Patterson
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Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Piece by piece
We build a life.
Those we love,
The hopes and dreams
Take shape, each piece
A part of who we are,
An interlocking scrapbook
Of time and place and people.
Then, one by one
The pieces slip away.
A person here and there,
We lose the past.
A portion of the picture
Slips out of focus.
Bits and pieces of yesterday
Shift into memory.
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By Pam Patterson
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Like a jigsaw puzzle,
Piece by piece
We build a life.
Those we love,
The hopes and dreams
Take shape, each piece
A part of who we are,
An interlocking scrapbook
Of time and place and people.
Then, one by one
The pieces slip away.
A person here and there,
We lose the past.
A portion of the picture
Slips out of focus.
Bits and pieces of yesterday
Shift into memory.
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--> The poem appeared on Authorsden.com
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