Best Enow Poems

This love, enduring - ballast of the soul
is ever curing, thee to mine, not role,
but a clear stream of commonplace, of knoll,
that not division's grinding can control!

Heart spoken, not then of some earthly toll,
life's emptying - its prisons, its extol
is neither weight's dissension or escrow,
that...

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Which paradise is not the elusive chimère?
	 	 
…how long does it take to live one life…learn the lessons of a lifetime…find the time to live…find the time to sort things out…know what you did was wrong…know in whom lay the blame…what court hears your...

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The rocket scientist looked in dismay as the rocket lay in a smolderin' heap!

'Twas fired t'ward Mars but was not to be - 'twas enow' to make a man weep!

As he skulked back to his office to figger out what went wrong,

A thought rattled thro'...

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Used upshot ~ no just quiet ring
as Grandma sits upon her swing
content, but how, you want to sing
can quiet rest so willingly!

Her eyes seem set ~ yet seeing more
it must be from some elsewhere store
no name for it ~ I've never seen
this humming silence ~...

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Standing-by in the dreamy night,
Going beyond a sleepy state;
Trying, waiting, seeking a reply,
Seeking your smile--and I wait,
Standing by--much like a candle's thread
Whose little fire burneth bold:
Ready to flicker and die instead
From waiting, longing, growing cold...

Tell me what new gifts shall I bestow?
What new emotion must...

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Motherland, my native-land,
Thou hast been again reduced to sand;
Once again these men have made you
That Old Woman, my motherland!

I look from here to there about
And my heart crosses this doubt
As how could it ever be:
Can I Not Help My Dear Country?

They freed thee years ago--
They...

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Love is here, then and now;
often hidden, and hard to define.
I have won, and lost, and how
i long again to win your heart for mine.

if i gave up everything i had,
and stand alone in a place forbidden;
still my life wouldn't be so bad;
if i can...

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Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel

Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.

Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our sins be reprimand.

Teened with so many misdeed,
but He do acquit;
our...

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Enow  

enow. / (?'na?) / adjective, adverb. an archaic word for enough

Yes, We Survivors Do Live On But How

Many should die, millions or just enow
Yes, war and the fallen lives of war dead
Corpses strewn upon wet blood-soaked ground
In fertile fields, were farmers once did...

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A little love-bud of mine
Like a pyre flicker of light
Inflame in my heart so bright,
Trod my heart o' labyrinthine.

Toxicate my heart to love:
Loving in truth, crystal clear;
Eternally I shall rove----
Living in your halo sphere.

O'er me; is a thousand grid,
Ver'ly let my love-bud grow
E'er waxing strong...

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Callisto, the chaste, was Artemis’ ardent acolyte,
Daugher of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Zeus, besotted, imposed  his Divine Right, 
In Artemis' guise he seduced Calisto without care.

Daughter of Lycaon, was most beauteous and fair.
Artemis, furious of her disciple's break of vow,
(In Artemis' guise he...

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Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow....
As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow.
A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head...
Following oh following b'neath my dread.
Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning...

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But burrow not, nor cut in wrath
my flowing curl, life's under math,
to swirl it so, occasion's path
is not enow ~ vanity's craft!

I'll stick my neck out,  counteract
some vague delusion others stack
my hair, but grow, as strength in fact
till pillars tumble, faith gives back!

Tis pride's...

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Distraction is the giant fuse
that takes my thought to other's lose,
to turn the heart to so and so
seems easier, than to rescue soul!

Mind on my ways, my thoughts of prose
are so entwining ~ losing's pose,
the mind, the mind is life's escrow,
the bind, the bind, is...

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A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by Fitzgerald as above. Now look at the following translation done...

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