Power poems

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Come, Let Us Die Like Men

© Patten George Washington

Roll out the banner on the air, And draw your swords of flame,The gathering squadrons fast prepare To take the field of fame!In serried ranks, your columns dun Close up along the glen;If we must die ere set of sun, Come, let us die like men

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What Indians?

© Ortiz Simon Joseph

The Truth Is: "No kidding?" "No." "Come on! That can't be true!" "No kidding."

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Long House Valley Poem

© Ortiz Simon Joseph

the valley is in northeastern Arizona where one of the largest power centers in this hemisphere is being built

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Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof

© O'Neill Eugene

To sing the charms of Rosabelle,To pour my soul out at her feet,I try to write this villanelle.

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Voice of the Twentieth Century

© Robert Norwood

Voice of our Century, whose heart is broken,Weeping for those who will not come again--Lord Christ! hast thou been crucified in vain?--Challenge the right of every Tyrant's token:The fist of mail; the sceptre; ancient, oakenCoffers of gold for which thy sons are slain;The pride of place, which from the days of CainHath for the empty right of Power spoken!

Be like a trumpet blown from clouds of doomAgainst whatever seeks to bind on earth;Bring from the blood of battle, from the wombOf women weeping for their dead, the birthOf better days with banishment of wrong,Love in all hearts, on every lip--a song

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The Flag of Our Union

© Morris George Pope

"A song for our banner?" -- The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station:"United we stand -- divided we fall!" -- It made and preserves us a nation!The union of lakes -- the union of lands -- The union of States none can sever --The union of hearts -- the union of hands -- And the Flag of the Union for ever And ever! The Flag of our Union for ever

What God in his mercy and wisdom designed, And armed with his weapons of thunder,Not all the earth's despots and factions combined Have the power to conquer or sunder!The union of lakes -- the union of lands -- The union of states none can sever --The union of hearts -- the union of hands -- And the Flag of the Union for ever And ever! The Flag of our Union for ever!

Oh, keep that flag flying! -- The pride of the van! To all other nations display it!The ladies for union are all to a -- man! But not to the man who'd betray it

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Orpheus

© Moritz Albert Frank

He glanced around to check if the treacherous godshad really given him the reward promised for his accomplished songand there she was, Eurydice restored, perfectly naked and fleshedin her rhyming body again, the upper and lower smiles and eyes,the line of mouth-sternum-navel-cleft, the chime of breasts and hipsand of the two knees, the feet, the toes, and that expressionof an unimaginable intelligence that yoked all these with a skillshe herself had forgotten the learning of: there she was, with him once morejust for an instant as she vanished

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Lost Content

© Moritz Albert Frank

You couples lyingwhere moon-scythes and day-scythes reaped you,browning fruit falls and sleepsin tangled nests, the wild grass,falls from your apple tree that still grows here:cry for your dead hero, his weak sword, his flight,that you were slaughtered and your bed poured whiteness,the issue of murdered marriage dawns

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Conversation with a Widow

© Moritz Albert Frank

Uncle Johnny died after rigid yearsof cutting hair in his shop downtown

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The Virgin

© Harold Monro

Arms that have never held me; lips of himWho should have been for me; hair most beloved,I would have smoothed so gently; steadfast eyes,Half-closed, yet gazing at me through the dusk;And hands

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Epitaph

© Money-Coutts Francis Burdett

Once I learnt in wilful hour How to vex him; still I keep,Now unwilfully, my power: Every day he comes to weep.

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Paradise Regain'd: Book IV (1671)

© John Milton

PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad successThe Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,So oft, and the perswasive RhetoricThat sleek't his tongue, and won so much on Eve,So little here, nay lost; but Eve was Eve,This far his over-match, who self deceiv'dAnd rash, before-hand had no better weigh'dThe strength he was to cope with, or his own:But as a man who had been matchless heldIn cunning, over-reach't where least he thought,To salve his credit, and for very spightStill will be tempting him who foyls him still,And never cease, though to his shame the more;Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,About the wine-press where sweet moust is powr'd,Beat off, returns as oft with humming sound;Or surging waves against a solid rock,Though all to shivers dash't, the assault renew,Vain battry, and in froth or bubbles end;So Satan, whom repulse upon repulseMet ever; and to shameful silence brought,Yet gives not o're though desperate of success,And his vain importunity pursues

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Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)

© John Milton

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stoodA while as mute confounded what to say,What to reply, confuted and convinc'tOf his weak arguing, and fallacious drift;At length collecting all his Serpent wiles,With soothing words renew'd, him thus accosts

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Paradise Regain'd: Book II (1671)

© John Milton

MEan while the new-baptiz'd, who yet remain'dAt Jordan with the Baptist, and had seenHim whom they heard so late expresly call'dJesus Messiah Son of God declar'd,And on that high Authority had believ'd,And with him talkt, and with him lodg'd, I meanAndrew and Simon, famous after knownWith others though in Holy Writ not nam'd,Now missing him thir joy so lately found,So lately found, and so abruptly gone,Began to doubt, and doubted many days,And as the days increas'd, increas'd thir doubt:Sometimes they thought he might be only shewn,And for a time caught up to God, as onceMoses was in the Mount, and missing long;And the great Thisbite who on fiery wheelsRode up to Heaven, yet once again to come

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Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)

© John Milton

I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,By one mans disobedience lost, now singRecover'd Paradise to all mankind,By one mans firm obedience fully tri'dThrough all temptation, and the Tempter foil'dIn all his wiles, defeated and repuls't,And Eden rais'd in the wast Wilderness