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| Invitation--Shel Silverstein If you are a dreamer, come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er. a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by the fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! |
| Rolf Potts Staring Off Into Space is an Investment in the Soul One look at the globe and it's obvious: the world is too steep. You should always be thinking of something to grab hold of. Everything has been stolen from your life and replaced with an exact replica. Looking at a steer and imagining balls is not nearly so hard as looking at balls and imagining a bull. An adobe house on the sun will certainly need a basement where the fruit can keep cool. Your lungs taste like lettuce. Life should never turn into a story you can recite in your sleep. Time spent staring off into space is an investment in the soul. If by chance you forget this you will fall south with all the rocks that were only resting. I ask only that you lick the sky 'till the blue is gone. |
| Compulsions --Mamta Kalia I want to pick my nose In a public place I want to sit in my office chair With my feet up I want to slap the boy Who makes love in a café While I wait alone for the waiter To bring me coffee and sandwiches I want to pay Sunday visits Totally undressed I want to throw away All my cosmetics I want to reveal My real age |
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| Balances --Nikki Giovanni in life one is always balancing like we juggle our mothers against our fathers or one teacher against another (only to balance our grade average) 3 grains salt to one ounce truth our sweet black essence or the funky honkies down the street and lately i've begun wondering if you're trying to tell me something we used to talk all night and do things alone together and i've begun (as a reaction to a feeling) to balance the pleasure of loneliness against the pain of loving you |
| NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY --Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. |
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