Sonnet XXXI

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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give, That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved, I view in thee, And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.

Sonnet XXXI – William Shakespeare

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As Winter Raged

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Winter was at war. Her subterfuge: Crumble grey-white flakes upon the scene.

The air, dead; Dead too, the sound – Blunted by the whitewash. Motion, dead – Bluing chill saw to that.

Everything ground to a halt – Like an empty train, crawling, seizing; Eventually to die sprawled along a ghosted platform – A lifeless plain of concrete.

I still had far to go – Or so this brain computed – Tried to – Inside my own raging storm of white noise, Howling in its desperation.

Now wild, blitz-wild, I bore an irrepressible thought – A goal, focus, idée fixe:

To clasp a frosted hand around A radiant mug of sugar-laden Calorie-heavy Full-fat milk chocolate – Steam wraiths writhing over A freshly-spooned whirlpool, Sultry in their invitation: ‘Come, sip, sip some more; Soothe yourself in balmy richness.’

I still had far to go…

– Mark Slaughter

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Winter

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There are no words for this
this aching, groaning, growling, moaning
feeling inside
like everything is frozen solid…
by a cold winter’s day
a cloudy day with no warmth to it
an icy day with no love in it
it never ends
this constant numbness
until you get frostbite, gangrene
and then your heart dies
a broken, frozen
ugly thing discovered by some poor soul
who will forever be tormented by its memory
of your heart
disfigured and hateful
spiteful and jaded
angry, jealous, crying all the time
untrusting and cynical
you’ll never survive this winter of ice
this winter of cold winds
and no love
this winter of fear and ‘freedom’
this winter of death and deceit
this winter of decay

– Joanna Hamilton

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Cozy Rain

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The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

– Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

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Wake Up and Smell The Coffee

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Ask not about what the future may bring.
Whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring.
Breathe deeply the aroma from life’s belfry.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE.

Seek not to know when death shall call.
Whether bells shall toll or cardinals sing.
Instead find joy in each moment’s acme.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Think not about ghouls and banshees
Or wonder what makes hopes cloudy.
Rest your thoughts upon here and now.
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Worry not about why bereavement calls.
Do not dwell on words of war.
And if at days start your mind seems clogged,
Wake up and smell the coffee.

Be happy enjoying life’s fragrant…peace.
Turn long-term goals into shorter leaps.
Set life’s table with roses and daisies
Then, wake up and smell the coffee.

Steadfastly time steals; days pass away.
And memories too soon fade as well.
Trust not what bouquet the future holds.
Wake up and smell the coffee, today.

– Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Oh, Coffee!

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“Oh Coffee, you dispel the worries of the Great, you point the way to those who have wandered from the path of knowledge. Coffee is the drink of the friends of God, and of his servants who seek wisdom.

…No one can understand the truth until he drinks of its frothy goodness. Those who condemn coffee as causing man harm are fools in the eyes of God.

Coffee is the common man’s gold, and like gold it brings to every man the feeling of luxury and nobility….Take time in your preparations of coffee and God will be with you and bless you and your table. Where coffee is served there is grace and splendor and friendship and happiness.

All Cares vanish as the coffee cup is raised to the lips. Coffee flows through your body as freely as your life’s blood, refreshing all that it touches: look you at the youth and vigor of those who drink it.

Whoever tastes coffee will forever forswear the liquor of the grape. Oh drink of God’s glory, your purity brings to man only well-being and nobility“

– Sheik Ansari Djezeri Hanball Abd-al-Kadir, 1587

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Christmas Bells

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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”
– Henry Longfellow Wadsworth
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