She walks in beauty - Lord Byron
2006-09-21 07:10:50
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answered by Blackacre 7
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Since this is not the poetry section, I though I would intersperse something in the spirit of Evolution.
It's quite a love story, too, the story of a romance that had to be from the beginning of our humanity....see, I'm a poet, too. The poem is very long, for overall, it covers all the stages of evolution. So I'll just give you the first stanza.
Evolution
By Langdon Smith
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish
In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide
We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip
Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then.
The remainder 's source is below.
Now, perhaps we'll hear from the 'light brigade' on Evolution..Cannons to the right of us, cannons to the left of us! LOL
2006-09-21 14:58:53
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answer #2
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answered by Anonymous
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
-- William Butler Yeats
2006-09-21 14:41:17
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answer #3
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answered by Corey 4
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Be Brave!
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Be Brave!
Fight those who fight you with
Courage!
Courage to stand up
For what's right!
Courage to stand up
For the weak!
Courage to know
When a battle is lost!
Let the passion rise up and erupt
In a firey blaze!
Be Brave!
Don't fall to those who are weaker
And whisper with forked tongues
When your back is turned.
Use your courage
To stand your ground
And not fight back
Use your courage to
Forgive those who have wronged you.
Be Brave!
And use your courage to
know when to fight.
Bree Hodges
2006-09-21 14:17:51
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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LOVE
Like a rose
Opening wide,
Like the Lord Jesus
On the other side.
Like the babies,
Sleeping tight,
Never waking up,
All through the night.
Like a tear
Rolling down from an eye,
Is it with love,
When you cry?
Like a hug,
Or like a kiss,
Or you like it like that
Or you like it like this.
It's like dancing,
In the moonlight,
Holding your partner
Really tight.
Helen Alice Faye Kasak
2006-09-21 14:13:12
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answer #5
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answered by robert_18_1 1
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tir'd with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's Zone glittering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopt there.
Unlace your self, for that harmonious chime,
Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envie,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off, such beautious state reveals,
As when from flow'ry meads th'hills shadow steals.
Off with that wiry Coronet and show
The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:
Now off with those shoes, and then softly tread
In this, love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes, heaven's Angels us'd to be
Receiv'd by men: thou Angel bringst with thee?
A heaven like Mahomet's Paradice, and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we eas'ly know,
By this these Angels from an evil sprite,
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
License my roving hands, and let them go,
Behind, before, above, between, below.
O my America! my new-found-land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man man'd,
My mine of precious stones: my emperie,
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies uncloth'd must be,
To taste whole joyes. Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in mens views,
That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them:
Like pictures or like books gay coverings made
For lay-men, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are mystick books, which only wee
(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)
Must see rever'd. Then since that I may know;
As liberally, as to a midwife show
Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,
There is no penance due to innocence.
To teach thee I am naked first; why than,
What needst thou have more covering then a man?
John Donne
1699
2006-09-21 14:14:39
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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Anything that takes place in "Nantucket"
2006-09-21 14:22:00
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answered by Anonymous
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