It's Rather Dark In Here

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It is Dark in Here
I am writing these poems

From inside a lion,

And it's rather dark in here.

So please excuse the handwriting

Which may not be too clear.

But this afternoon by the lion's cage

I'm afraid I got too near.

And I'm writing these lines

From inside a lion,

And it's rather dark in here.

by Shel Silverstein

Marilyn Monroe's unpublished poems

As a young girl, I wrote in my diary I wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe.  Today, I discovered Marilyn Monroe wrote Poetry.  I spent an enjoyable evening reading her writings.  I was quite fascinated; I selected one my favorites poems she wrote to share with you.    http://joan-reese.artistwebsites.com/featured/marilyn-monroe-joan-reese.html

I believe that everything happens for a reason:

people change so that you can learn to let go, 

things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, 

you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, 

and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

by Marilyn Monroe        https://www.brainpickings.org/2012/07/27/marilyn-monroe-fragments-poems/

Let America Be America Again

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Let America Be America Again - 

Poem by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.

Let it be the dream it used to be.

Let it be the pioneer on the plain

Seeking a home where he himself is free.

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--

Let it be that great strong land of love

Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme

That any man be crushed by one above.

                     https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/let-america-be-america-again

He takes away my breath!

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The Love-Chase

by James Sheridan Knowles

What delight To back the flying steed,

that challenges The wind for speed!

seems native more of air Than earth!

whose burden only lends him fire!

Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport;

Who makes your pastime his! I sit him now!

He takes away my breath! He makes me reel!

I touch not earth - I see not - hear not.

All Is ecstasy of motion!