Best Hasting Poems

"Still Born"

Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is still sleeping
Shh!! Mommy, quiet, quiet she is off dreaming
Shh!! Mommy, before you wake her: “My baby sister!”

Now look what you have done, you gone and woke her!
Please, mommy do not tell her what you expect and will concur....

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The autumn sun has risen
but yet to attain high noon-
make hay, my roses fair.
I would not be happy to see you
decaying with the hasting day.
I have short time as you.
Growing too quickly to decay.
Dying as the summer’s rain-
as the pearls of morning’s dew
never to be...

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The autumn sun has risen
but yet to attain high noon-
Make hay, my Rose fair.
I would not be happy to see you
decaying with the hasting day.
I have short time as you
Going too quickly to decay.
I would not look at the clock
and I would not my heart...

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A night before I saw her smile
And saw at dawn she smiled again
I saw her she was now in love;
She loved the fairness of the skin
And felt incomplete in dim moonlight.
She loved infants and played their eyes
That winked when tiny smiles they see
On little fair...

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War, Is Unholy Hell

War is wicked rot and most holy hell
 man's evil is its murdering spell
Yet mankind never ever truly learns
 love and faith it arrogantly spurns

Poetry by the great Siegfried Sassoon
 glows like water under a full moon
Words poetically gifted that so saves
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~Yesterday~ 
I stood confused in a hole so deep 
So dark and miserable, cold and alone 
Scared and fearful of the unknown 
Nothing but grey clouds filled my sky 
Filled with rain and thunderous roars 
Deafening like a million slamming doors 
Drowning out the real...

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In The Valley Of Avalon

This day the master of my Fate
Is none of those who lead shuddering
Through mazes of wizardry,-
Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman,
Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir,
Nor Penpingyon the porter of the palace,
Nor the muttering hag of the hall of Heilyn Goch,-
Peace to them...

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Uncle Mike's news from the past - - - Sometimes the News Bugs Me

July “57, in Hasting Minnesota
Fish flies flew in way over their quota
They covered the roadways
They covered the bridges
They covered the lowlands
They covered the ridges
They clogged carburetors
They caused cars to stall
The townsfolk were...

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Your world is just about
to branch away from mine
just as the two of them converged
moments ago, and settled in;
out of thousands that I see each day
what makes me look at you
across the aisle 
and trace your gaze into infinity?

A commonality is far away.
Did you once...

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By the chalk-white cliffs of Dover
Where the English country ends
There we watch the ferries going over
Some in some out, the usual wend
In our youthful common blithe
There we sat on cliff-grass wasting
Wasting time and never hasting 
On the meadows reaped by scythe
So meet us here one...

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Life has different shades.
You paint your wall with ideal hues.
All you want to have are perfect strokes.
But that is not life... without flaws.

Sometimes you are so cruel.
Belittling others and treating them paupers;
Living like a king and pursuing to rule;
But still you fail to find your...

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I turn and run down to the wet places where fawns remedy  their 
thirst from the waterbrooks.  Panting, I fall to my knees and gather buttercups, 
crowsfoots, hellebore and peonies and grind the crimson, white, yellow and 
purple petals atop a stone. ...

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It's another Monday!

It's another day
Another golden day
Setting out before the rays
Whether it's rains or not
Its a day to work for means
And not just another day
But a Monday for a new week

Waking up, I am not weak
Let us stand to rule our world
To go work and...

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The autumn sun has risen
But yet to attain high noon-
Make hay, my roses fair.
I would not be happy to see you,
Decaying with the hasting day.
I have short time as you.
Growing too quickly to decay,
Dying as the summer’s rain-
As the pearls of morning’s dew
Never to be...

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All hope is lost in the
Pain of the
Open world,
Closing in on us
As day becomes night,
Lifting the veil of death
Your heart has craved, the
Pain that so
Seared your soul,
Ending the existence of everything.

Take the
World into you
Open hand,

Trampling the
Hasting armies of the
Other side, the
Underworld in which
Satan has reign....

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