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Body And Soul – Zachary Zuccaro

Witness all the beings who trivialize life reduce their gift to perceptual concern over insignificant frivalities. Worried about their bodies and possessions while neglecting their immortal soul. Seeking power over mere molehills while burying their true potential power; attempting to … Continue reading

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The Sum – Paul Laurence Dunbar

A little dreaming by the way, A little toiling day by day; A little pain, a little strife, A little joy,–and that is life. A little short-lived summer’s morn, When joy seems all so newly born, When one day’s sky … Continue reading

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The Song – Paul Laurence Dunbar

MY soul, lost in the music’s mist, Roamed, rapt, ‘neath skies of amethyst, The cheerless streets grew summer meads, The Son of Phœbus spurred his steeds, And, wand’ring down the mazy tune, December lost its way in June, While from … Continue reading

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The Dance – Paul Laurence Dunbar

Heel and toe, heel and toe, That is the song we sing; Turn to your partner and curtsey low, Balance and forward and swing. Corners are draughty and meadows are white, This is the game for a winter’s night. Hands … Continue reading

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Blue Smoke – Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

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A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s sight Is old and gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. Shining like the … Continue reading

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Poem – A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.

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