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The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be

I
Were my bosom as false as thou deem'st it to be,
I need not have wander'd from far Galilee;
It was but abjuring my creed to efface
The curse which, thou say'st, is the crime of my race.

II
If the bad never triumph, then God is with thee!
If the slave only sin, thou art spotless and free!
If the Exile on earth is an Outcast on high,
Live on in thy faith, but in mine I will die.

III
I have lost for that faith more than thou canst bestow,
As the God who permits thee to prosper doth know;
In his hand is my heart and my hope—and in thine
The land and the life which for him I resign.

poem by Byron from The Hebrew Melodies (1815)
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World Poetry Day 2012 Poem: Corruption-eradication

Though cancer finds cures at times and
Cold wars abate when changes tides,
Hatred may transform to love but
The monster Corruption lives on!

Too ingrained in men's hearts, the vice
can change its forms and shapes with ease;
The roots are too widespread and deep;
Corruption defies erasure.

Whole lifetimes can't suffice to deal;
Fuelled by satan and legions,
It resists efforts to efface,
Remaining mother of vices!

Yet, good hearts can curb menace well;
A century of labour yields
A class of men when born anew
Who promise God to live straight lives.

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poem by John Celes
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Amor Vincit Omnia

Love is no more.
It died as the mind dies: the pure desire
Relinquishing the blissful form it wore,
The ample joy and clarity expire.

Regret is vain.
Then do not grieve for what you would efface,
The sudden failure of the past, the pain
Of its unwilling change, and the disgrace.

Leave innocence,
And modify your nature by the grief
Which poses to the will indifference
That no desire is permanent in sense.

Take leave of me.
What recompense, or pity, or deceit
Can cure, or what assumed serenity
Conceal the mortal loss which we repeat?

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poem by Edgar Bowers
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On Chillon

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
- To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom—
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor and altar, for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace,
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard.—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.

poem by Byron
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On The Castle Of Chillon

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
- To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom—
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor and altar, for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace,
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard.—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.

poem by Byron
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The World's Advance

Judge mildly the tasked world; and disincline
To brand it, for it bears a heavy pack.
You have perchance observed the inebriate's track
At night when he has quitted the inn-sign:
He plays diversions on the homeward line,
Still that way bent albeit his legs are slack:
A hedge may take him, but he turns not back,
Nor turns this burdened world, of curving spine.
'Spiral,' the memorable Lady terms
Our mind's ascent: our world's advance presents
That figure on a flat; the way of worms.
Cherish the promise of its good intents,
And warn it, not one instinct to efface
Ere Reason ripens for the vacant place.

poem by George Meredith
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Sonnet: All Things Perish

All things must crumble to the soil some day,
The wind carrying it to a diff’rent place;
The mighty seas erode the land and bay;
Every man has to senility face!

All mountains, hills could flatten to be plains,
And plains may rise up as mounts overnight;
Someday, one must suffer too diff’rent pains;
Despite the Sun, man could lose much sunlight.

But actions could have bad repercussions;
We must think of the aftermath always;
Lasting peace comes only by discussions;
The face of earth- let not man ev’r efface.

All things ought to but naturally decay;
The Universe heeds to the Maker’s say.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Goodness Will Triumph Even On Earth

If Goodness must prevail in a earthly life,
Then, Evil must co-exist always on earth;
If Joy must prove its worthiness o’er Strife.
Sad things must happen without any dearth!

When White must show its contrast to things Black,
And Light’s advantages over Darkness,
The ends of spectrum, this world should not lack;
Thus, Truth prevails over Untruthfulness.

If God’s for Goodness, He knows how to bring,
More Goodness out of evil things may be;
On Earth and Heaven, Goodness is the King!
And this is true for all Eternity.

And Goodness will triumph always, always!
When ultimately, evil ’twill efface.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: On Love-marriage

Some love to love a girl or boy of choice,
And marry her or him as per one's dream,
Without giving their parents any voice,
Inviting family's anger and steam!

This is because they just believe in self,
And do not care for others' opinion,
But place their duties to loved ones in shelf,
And take their spouse alone as pillion!

To what extent such acts are right, none know!
The plight of family turns pitiable;
To parents, siblings, duty, we all owe;
Our life on earth is unlike in fable.

Though love-marriage is good in its own ways,
Responsibilities, we shouldn't efface!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-05-2012

poem by John Celes
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