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Shall I compare thee to a Summers Day
Sonnet 18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


Kat

No man is an island
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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were.

Any man`s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

John Keats

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my - mind’s eye - flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed -
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

February, 1815.

Poems (1817)

Robert Burns

Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour:
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's power---
Chains and slaverie!
Scots, who have fought and bled with William Wallace,
Scots, who Robert the Bruce has often led (into battle),
Welcome to your bloody death
Or to victory!
Now's the day, and now's the hour:
See the start of battle looming,
See the approach of Edwards army--
which means chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?---
Let him turn, and flee!
Wha for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or Freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

Who will be a traitor knave?
Who can fill a coward's grave?
Who is so downtrodden as to be a slave?---
Let him turn, and flee!
Who for Scotland's King and Law
The sword of freedom will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fall,
Let him follow me!

By Oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain your dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!---
Let us do, or die!
By oppression's troubles and pains,
By your sons in slavery,
We will cause your death,
But they shall be free!
We will defeat the proud perpetrators
because tyrants fall in every enemy
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us succeed or die!

Brightens a Monday morning!!
Say a Little Prayer

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord My shape to keep.
Please no wrinkles, please no bags and please lift my butt before it sags. Please no age spots, please no gray, and as for my belly, please take it away. Please keep me healthy, please keep me young, and thank you Dear Lord for all that you've done.

Five tips for a woman...
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.

Foot Note:
One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob: "If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts."

White Suit
White suit. Battered lovers cry in reconciliatory hugs.
Disassociation.
Poems escape me. Slipping off like a well-greased Channel swimmer.

White suit. Beauty in nostalgia past scents of lasses known.
Disassociation.
Poems escape me.
Escaping like an excuse given over the telephone by a soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend.

White suit. Worn by Jim Moir in a revival of an old T.V detective show.
Disassociation,
RANDALL & HOPKIRK (DECEASED).

Every man, for the sakr of the great blessed Mother
in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother
on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and
hold them in all honour.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

X-Men Poetry

Rogue


Between us -
Crystal.

Invisible, unbreakable.

When I reach out,
I pull back now by reflex.

I've almost given up trying.

It's been so long,
It's almost home.
It keeps them all at bay.

Secretly, a part of each one fears me.

Even him.

The funny part is how I look away -
I could look -
You can look but you better not...

But he's a little like the Sun.
Too beautiful to stare at long.
And live.

I saw Snow White:
And now I envy her
A crystal box could hold her dreams -
Until he came.

Logan/Wolverine


More than flesh and blood -
More than merely human,
I cannot know defeat -
But never can know peace.

Made more than I was -
Robbed of all I once possessed,
Wanting only freedom
From the cage around my heart.