…I’m a mess of mistakes, But please count to ten, Before you go and throw it all away…

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“Brick By Brick” The weight of my words Are like feathers from a bird My mouth, it moves But you won’t hear a thing ‘Cause I’ve dug myself deep I managed to fit both my hands…

Imperialism

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“We must bear in mind that imperialism is a world system, the last stage of capitalism-and it must be defeated in a world confrontation. The strategic end of this struggle should be the destruction of imperialism.…

Poor peasants, partly purchased, partly pressed,

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The Siege of Belgrade (by Alaric Alexander Watts – 1797 to 1864), an example of an alliterative famous poem written in the English language. Notice that the author uses every letter of the alphabet – one…

Fear and Love

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“There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and…

Welcome to my world !

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Welcome to my world Won’t you come on in? Miracles, I guess Still happen now and then Step into my heart Leave your cares behind Welcome to my world Built with you in mind Knock and…

Sailing To Byzantium – William Butler Yeats

I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees —Those dying generations—at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, …

Universe – Arthur C. Clarke

Arthur C. Clarke

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”

A Grey Mood – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run …

Κώστας Καρυωτάκης – “Νουμάς” Φλεβάρης 1923

Στον τεφρό πέρα ορίζοντα η αγάπη μου αχνοσβήνει. Οι φίλοι αποτραβήχτηκαν, για πάντα, οι τελευταίοι. Σ’ όλα έκλεισα την πόρτα μου, κ’ έρημος έχω μείνει τώρα που ακούω το θάνατο στις φλέβες μου να ρέει.

Sheep in Fog – Sylvia Plath

Sheep In Fog The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells – All morning the Morning …