Annabel Lee
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE 1809–1849
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
It was many and many a year ago,
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
In a kingdom by the sea,
Of those who were older than we-
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
Of many far wiser than we-
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And neither the angels in heaven above,
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Than to love and be loved by me.
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
I and my Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
Coveted her and me.
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In this kingdom by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
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My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
Painful Lust
And bore her away from me,
BY MICHAL MEDEK
To shut her up in a sepulcher
The curves of her body
In this kingdom by the sea.
Stating the true perfection
My eyes all over her
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and meYes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
Yet showing the monstrous pain
Of not being able to get her
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* KVINTA POETRY MIC *
Where the Sidewalk Ends
* APRIL 18, 2016 *
Safety Tax
BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN 1930-1999
BY VÁCLAV KEREKANIČ
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
We are here, we are back,
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
But without our beloved brother Jack.
He paid the highest price,
For defending our lives.
But mom, don’t cry,
He wouldn’t want you to do that,
Just think on him and smile
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
He was a good brother and son of his dad.
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
His body stayed there,
Buried in the palace of sand.
But his soul is now in your care,
And don’t take this as his end.
He’ll still be living in our heart and minds,
Until the rest of our lonely lives.
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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This war is full of ghost,
It’s like a disease without any cure,
Which take the ones we love the most.
We are standing here like as we were,
But without our beloved brother Jack next to her.
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Society
Knife and Boat
BY ANONYMOUS
BY MARTIN ŽILKA
Welcome to our society
On a boat, old man sailed,
Everyone told him that he failed.
Where the teenagers are depressed.
Where the students are stressed.
Where people give you hate,
Instead of living their life,
He liked to play with his knife.
Played with his knife for too long,
They all said that it was wrong.
For what you wear and what’s your weight.
Where there is only sex, no hugs,
And there is no candy, just drugs.
Where we cut for an escape,
And parents beat and rape.
Now, on his boat he sits,
His knife clenched in his fists,
With the "best knife thrower" title,
in his years still vital,
Didn't need their life,
Instead, he is happy with his boat and his knife.
Where laws forbid people being gay,
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And everything is weary and grey.
So I hope you enjoy your visit with society,
Eternal Blindness
Just try not to get depression and anxiety.
BY MICHAL MEDEK
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Warm orange sunlight
Covered my entire face
While not knowing why
Was I hiding all my life
In the bloodless shade of fear
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