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Jerrold Prothero Poem
As every drop hath magic of its own,
And yet within a river finds its whole,
So are our lives of merit all alone,
And yet a facet in a greater soul.
Or as a shard of light that shines in spring,
Within the fabric of the dazzling day;
We are like notes with which a choir can sing,
But having sung, like notes, we fade away.
Strange thing our moment’s glory is not long,
Is but a passing glance within the all;
So great the wealth of beauty flowing strong,
It little cares that you and I shall fall.
As when at last the final ember’s gone,
A bird is lost, and yet the flock flies on.
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A point of time alone I mark,
And shine it best I may,
And plant brave flowers upon the way,
Before I must embark.
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The goblin was wobblin’ along,
Tipsy and singing a song.
It’s hard to cause fright,
When sober not quite,
He hadn’t the heart to do wrong.
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The pi that’s of math has its day,
But that of the baker, no way.
Though both are quite round,
Less merit is found,
In pies that in stomachs do lay.
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The reason the rooster will crow,
Is not just to offily show.
The sun hits its beak,
Which it thinks unique,
And proudly lets all the world know.
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What shall it mean, when gods immortal war?
No guns shall fire, no cannons shall they roar.
And yet, the Earth itself partakes of horror.
The rhythms of the Earth shall make no tune,
Asunder shall its structures fall to ruin,
Unleashed, shall chaos crawl upon us soon.
We must of needs be greater than our fears,
More strong than what adversity appears.
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Persephone, as sorrow and as grief,
The world and all its tales are told in brief.
The mirth of all the ages comes to this:
A sunlit sorrow and a broken bliss.
The laws of sorrow rule the lives of men!
And we are different words within that line,
That may, together, solve its mysteries when
Arranged within a harmony divine.
And therefore, sorrow’s children are we all,
And we, like tears, together stay or fall.
Beyond our reach are we, what e’er we clutch.
We are not who we are, but who we touch.
There is no realm where sorrow doth not go!
Nor shall it be a stranger to thy soul.
So make it thy companion, not thy foe.
With sorrow and compassion, both be full.
Then wear thy grief, but wear thy grace as well,
And walk no more the Plains of Asphodel.
Leaven lands thou left, light love, light ladies!
Persephone, thy spring is not for Hades.
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A limerick-composing old man
Devised a most devious plan.
Rejecting convention,
I fear I must mention,
He fried all his verse in a pan.
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The pigeons of Trafalgar Square
Are feathered, yet lacking in hair.
They'd look erudite,
With wigs powdered white,
But wouldn't get up in the air.
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A man of kaleidoscope eye
Devoured all manner of pie.
Apple to rhubarb,
Crusty with full carb,
The pie in his eye made it fly.
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