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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: March 8, 2025, 9:54 am
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How to Triumph Like a Girl, by Ada Limon
I like the lady horses best
by how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let's be honest, I like
that they're ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don't you want to believe it?
Don't you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows
it's going to come in first.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: March 17, 2025, 6:29 pm
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A whistle-stop tour of W. B. Yeats quotations in popular
culture.
HTML https://lithub.com/a-whistle-stop-tour-of-w-b-yeats-quotations-in-popular-culture/
My own personal favorite: When You Are Old, by W.B. Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: August 23, 2025, 10:41 am
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you shall above all things be glad and young, by e.e.cummings
you shall above all things be glad and young,
For if you're young, whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become,
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need;
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
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Re: Poems
By: Talitha Date: August 23, 2025, 12:45 pm
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that's always been a favorite of mine and too long since I read
it.
thank you, LesserGoddess
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: August 23, 2025, 8:23 pm
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[quote author=Talitha link=topic=421.msg343087#msg343087
date=1755971110]
that's always been a favorite of mine and too long since I read
it.
thank you, LesserGoddess
[/quote]
you are very welcome, Talitha
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Re: Poems
By: Lurknomore Date: September 8, 2025, 9:12 am
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Of all places, found this lovely poem in Spelling Bee comments
today, with no author credited. Still looking for that.
Here, at the pond edge, a glistening world awaits,
with all the earth now donning autumn’s gold:
A stately heron, prodding in the reeds—
A wood duck dipping in the shady shallows,
scattering golden drops across the pond—
And dragonflies, summer’s bright bijoux,
still riding, gliding on the autumn air—
And most of all, oh World, oh most of all,
the sad, sweet odor of the dropping leaves
by which I mark the passing of the year,
by which I know that golden summer’s done,
and that the earth is dancing, dancing still,
in the indigo of endless night.
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Re: Poems
By: LabPartner Date: September 9, 2025, 10:20 pm
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The Pedents’ Re-volt
Its not eazy being a pedent
correcting others’ mis-takes all daylong
My freinds and me are totally sic
of observing gramma witch has gone wrong.
“Whom are these language offenders”?,
“could it be that I maybe one, to”
Their ignorant; stupid, and careless:
off gramma they have’nt a clue.
They’re speling is sutch an embarrasment
its’ amature, wired, and, abserd,
comprized of neither thought or intelligance,
to a dictionary they should of refered.
Writing down there awkwardly formed sentences,
the participle clauses are left dangling.
just made one less mistake each would have the affect
to dramatically reduce this language mangling.
Brian Bilston
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: December 17, 2025, 9:43 am
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Prayer to Artemis
By Diotimus
Translated By Stephanie Burt
Goddess of culverts and lighthouses, goddess
of burrows and coves and safety in narrow
escapes,
stand where you stand and shine
like kindness on our children.
From you they learn right and wrong, and how to wear capes
for hunting or self-concealment, how to
find
a turtle’s egg-cache, or a rabbit warren,
how to distinguish a dangerous
impulse from a lovely whim,
when to keep a flower or a friend,
and where it’s safe to swim.
It’s hard work, I know, to shine all the
time,
but it’s never pointless.
Sometimes it’s divine.
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Re: Poems
By: LesserGoddess Date: January 9, 2026, 4:51 pm
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Change is only possible.
&all the greater,
When the labour
&bitter anger of our neighbors
is moved by the love
&the greater angels of our nature.
(by Amanda Gorman)
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