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Passionately Irate

In my own acquiescence,
I passively consented...
To those activities,
I could have easily prevented.

I've relied too long on documents,
To uphold my sentiments.
And although no one seems,
To be protecting my interests...
Do I have the right,
To protest in argument?

And why if I should do this...
Will I be regarded as a rebel?
With evil intent!
Should I care,
Since I alone have chosen to speak out...
In my own defense.
With no regard as to who is offended.
Upon realizing I have been misrepresented!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Emma

O come, dearest Emma! the rose is full blown,
And the riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
The air is all softness, and crystal the streams,
And the West is resplendently clothèd in beams.

We will hasten, my fair, to the opening glades,
The quaintly carved seats, and the freshening shades,
Where the faeries are chanting their evening hymns,
And in the last sunbeam the sylph lightly swims.

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head;
There, beauteous Emma, I’ll sit at thy feet,
While my story of love I enraptured repeat.

So fondly I’ll breathe, and so softly I’ll sigh,
Thou wilt think that some amorous Zephyr is nigh-
Ah, no! - as I breathe, I will press thy fair knee,
And then thou wilt know that the sigh comes from me.

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poem by Byron (1815)
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The Sentinel

Each flower is a sentinel of God,
And ev'ry tree and ev'ry grassblade. Not
An unseen little stem, but that will stand
And wait and shine, and never ask wherefore
It came and why it has to whither. Thou
Art such a sentinel, O Heart! Thou hast
To stand and bloom and love beside the others,
And wither when thy work is done, the spot
Being given to another, whereupon
Thou standest. And that other heart is growing
And blooming into life beneath thy shade,
As strong as thine, as ruby-red as thine,
To wither and to fall beneath the scythe,
As thine has done. Why ask and why despair?
Why not be happy with the sun, the dew,
The other flowery hearts that, full of life
Unfold their petals, which are deep like thine,
And rich as thine? Ye are to be a glorious
And many-coloured meadow. Is it not
Enough? And must ye grumble? Must ye strive

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poem by Carmen Sylva
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No man can sit down and withhold his hands from the warfare against wrong and get peace from his acquiescence.

quote by Woodrow Wilson
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A shocking crime was committed on the unscrupulous initiative of few individuals, with the blessing of more, and amid the passive acquiescence of all.

quote by Tacitus
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Winter Solstice

Eternal fight 'tween light n’ dark...
Comes a time for peace n’ balance
Commanded by Cosmic Hierarch
Compelling forces to acquiescence

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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The employers cannot carry on industry nor accumulate profits if they have not got the good will of the workers or their acquiescence in carrying on such industry.

quote by James Larkin
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The Greatest Crime

The greatest crime is
Silence
The Acquiescence
In Coexistence
Of Palaces and Pavements.
What punishment the crime entails?
Earth looked from Moon
Be Red, Black Red, Thick Red, Blood Red.

poem by Vibhash Sureka
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Abortion of adultery

Eyes are windows set opposite;
Mutual exchange of thoughts takes place
Between a man and a woman,
Urged by sexual attraction.
Words are coded and decoded.
Eye contacts speak what lips fail.
Acquiescence provides a sail.
They sail towards adultery
And sink from the blow of storms.
All the seeds don’t grow to trees.
11.11.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ultimate Beauty

When she swayed in sashay
Swans shied in dismay
At a beam of her splendid smile
The full moon waned in shame
When she walked in woods
Greens paled in acquiescence
Bloomers withered in whispering obeisance
Who else can she be?
But the ultimate beauty!
I dreamed and pined all my prime
One beckon from her in love is all!
Heavens are mine
All else will drain! !

Sathya…..

poem by Sathya Narayana
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