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I was on the abutment.

quote by Abraham Zapruder
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Once I thought my love was worth the name

Once I thought my love was worth the name
If tears came.
When the wound is mortal, now I know,
Few tears flow.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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I was in the darkness;

I was in the darkness;
I could not see my words
Nor the wishes of my heart.
Then suddenly there was a great light --

"Let me into the darkness again."

poem by Stephen Crane
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This Dust Was Once The Man

THIS dust was once the Man,
Gentle, plain, just and resolute--under whose cautious hand,
Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
Was saved the Union of These States.

poem by Walt Whitman
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"Was not" was all the Statement.

"Was not" was all the Statement.
The Unpretension stuns —
Perhaps — the Comprehension —
They wore no Lexicons —

But lest our Speculation
In inanition die
Because "God took him" mention —
That was Philology —

poem by Emily Dickinson
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It Was in the WC

It was in the WC and,
I took it out!
Because, that was the last one left for you;
And without it you cannot survive.

Look around and search your pockets,
For the only one left for you to survive fell into the WC!
And i was there on time;
For i took it out to save you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This was in the White of the Year

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This was in the White of the Year—
That—was in the Green—
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen—

Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be—before—
Retrospection is Prospect's half,
Sometimes, almost more.

poem by Emily Dickinson
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World Was In The Face Of The Beloved

World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.

Why didn't I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drink
world, so near that I couldn't almost taste it?

Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell

poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Was it the sun that broke my dream

Was it the sun that broke my dream
or was't the dazzle of thy hair
caught where our olden meadows seem
themselves again and yet more fair?
Ah, sun that woke me, limpid stream,
then in spring-mornings' rapture of air!
Was it the sun that broke my dream
or was 't the dazzle of thy hair?
And didst not thou beside me gleam,
brought hither by a tender care
at least my slumbering grief to share?
Are only the cold seas supreme?
Was it the sun that broke my dream?

poem by Christopher John Brennan
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Who Was Seeking The Light?

Your insistence to become
something, to overstay existence
was not fair.

On a row of white shrouds –
holding innocent beings,
death was walking barefoot, crying.

Between farewell and stupidity,
staccato, shooting questions to life.
What was the need for this achievement?

Fear was turning you against me,
to abandon the peace. Truth cannot be repeated
again and again. It becomes a lie.

No body knows how to bury
the deception. It is still dark.
Who was seeking the light?

poem by Satish Verma
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I Was On The Edge Of A Certain Happiness

I WAS ON THE EDGE OF A CERTAIN HAPPINESS

I was on the edge of a certain happiness-
I heard the quietness restored inside-
I began to believe in my life again.
Joy was longing for my anticipation of it –
Happiness again?
Who can believe?
Why should God give this?
What have I in all my questioning and doubt
Done to deserve it?
Who knows maybe this year
Pesach will be as it should be-
Joy and quiet gladness again-
A sense of peace-
I am happy as I write these lines now.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Was Closing The Weeping Chapter

When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.

Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.

And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.

But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.

Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.

poem by Satish Verma
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Love Was Like the Stars

I remember
when the wine
was sweet
and our laughter
something that
we took for granted.
I remember
when every dream
seemed within our reach,
nothing that we ventured
ended in defeat
and every flower
blossomed
that we planted.
I remember
cold mornings
that made each day show clear
and black crystal nights
with a thousand
fiery stars
so close
it seemed
they'd landed
in our hearts
and in our souls
burning hot
within our passions
and love was like the wine
and love was like the stars
and love was like the laughter
that we took for granted.

poem by TP Sage
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I Was Under The Water

A feeling of being free over came me.
Like I was flying high above everything.
I couldnt open my mouth to speak.
The rush of water filled my ears.
The water went in my nose.
The warm waters forgave me.
Brought me peace and joy.
What I didnt know I was under the water.
I was drowning in front of them.
Its too late to fight for air.
Slipping slowly underneath the water.
The last thing I see is you.
Your hands picking me up.
I rise my hand to meet you.
My body gave up.
And the water took my life.
As I wanted it to in the first place.

poem by Rabbit Miller
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I Was in the Top of the World

Strange this world we are living
It's so strange
In a moment you feel like you are in the top of the world
Living the prefect life
With the prefect family and having the perfect friends
Every thing is going right
Nothing is wrong
Smile's and laugh's is all I can hear
And happiness is all I know
I can't even ask for more

In another second I feel like am in the bottom of the world
Every thing goes wrong
Nothing seems right
I ask my self what went wrong
I tell people' I was in the top of the world; I swear I was in the top of the world'
But no one can believes that lie :)

poem by Aliyah Aliyah
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The snake was in the tree

The snake was in the tree
and watched the woman and man
and both of them were free
and at the woman he looked
and both were innocent and happy.

He wanted the woman for himself
as she was beautiful
and had some grace
and in his plans
the man had no place,
but of all of this
Eve heard never a word.

She was on her back
and looked at the blue sky
and the shadow of Adam
fell over her
and his smile he couldn’t hide.

His hands was like magic
and he spoke of love
and of God
and they were one
with the setting sun
and God smiled
and blessed all lovers
in His new world
called earth.

poem by Gert Strydom
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While I Was Driving The Car Back Home

while i was driving the car back home
the town suffered a
blackout, and all that i can see before me
is a sea of darkness but i am not frightened anymore
for i have light within me
or the car perhaps is well conditioned to travel
the tunnel of darkness
without people or in places where everyone is asleep,
somehow
i begin to think what if i am the only one left
in this world
where everyone finally left somewhere to a place
where i have never been to....

and then i begin to think about you.
how can i be so cruel to forget such a lovely person as you?
how could i be so indifferent?

and then i stopped the car and veered my way
back home to you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Childhood World Was Once The Only World

My childhood world was once the only world
Years later when it exists only in my memory
It has become one of many worlds the Jewish people have known
In their long journey-

Its idiom and characters its look and its feel
Its small dreams and distinct languages
Are gone-

All I thought once the whole of the real world
Is only a small part of what has gone on far longer than it
And all these worlds together too
Are not the whole of the universe –

Yet my memory of this world makes it larger and larger
And for me still it is in the center of space and time –

One day soon when I am gone
No one will know it as I have-
Some traces of it will remain in the minds of other witnesses
And when they are gone
This world too will have only a remnant of it
Remaining as words.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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If I was in the Moon - Pinewood Royal

From an idea by Sophie Mitchell-Dwelly

Before the coming of the night
I see the moon rise all dressed in white
In the crepuscular light
I see the stars come out so bright
As I watch the stars appear
Like diamonds on a velvet blanket
And when the sky is clear
I'm so glad that I am here with you
Oh The Moon she looks so pale
Do you think she's happy in her misty veil?
Oh her light is everywhere
On a beach of pebbles we're standing there
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever
Oh Dancing in the moonlight
Our feet feel so light
Dancing in the moonlight
Oh the stars are so bright
Owls calling through the trees
And the frogs are chirping in the evening breeze
The crickets play their tune
By the light of the magical moon
If I was in the moon
I wouldn't want to leave too soon
If I was in the moon
I might just stay for ever

poem by GuyPaul MitchellDwelly
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Life Was Dozing, The Lady-bird Flew Over The Verge Of The Death

The world was dozing,
It was tired and worn.
“Man is supported by man,
A fence – by blackthorn! ”
That precept was well-known,
But entirely forgotten…alas!
The death, too, slumbered,
The day was colorless…

The guys remaining chums
By chance,
Had washed away all their talent
And all their heavenly donation,
Women and girls scattered in the streets
Were seized by the shameful passion.

Men wanted to whitewash themselves in solitude,
They craved for solitude, for isolation.
The current – slow, calm, but yet naughty,
Suppressed them… they were tied to the life,
They were tied by the bonds of obligation.

The world was taken ill with despair,
Roar was heard, all was alarmed,
Life was dozing… slumbered the world,
Over the verge of the death
Flew the ladybird.

Hope twinkled on that path,
Cosmic mists brought relief…
And the fables of the Doomsday
Were woven there –
Fate, Future, and Belief.

poem by Janri Gogeshvili
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As it was in the Beginning

As it was in the beginning, so we’ll find it in the end,
For a lover, or a brother, or a sweetheart, or a friend;
As it was in the beginning, so we’ll find it by-and-bye,
When weak women hug their babies, and strong men go out to die.
As ’tis written now, or spoken, so we’ll find it yet in deed—
For their State, or for their Country, for their Honour or their Creed;
For the love of Right, or hatred for the Everlasting Lie,
When the women think of some things, and strong men go out to die.

As it used to be in past times, in the future so it must,
We shall find him stretching forward with his face down in the dust,
All his wounds in front, and hidden—blood to earth, and back to sky,
When pale women pray in private, and strong men go out to die.

Rebels all we are, and brothers—rebels to the laws we make—
Rich or poor, or fat or lean man, fighting for another’s sake;
It is all as God decreed it—we shall find it by-and-bye,
When our girls, disguised in boys’ clothes, go to die where strong men die.

poem by Henry Lawson
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