Go, stalk the red deer o’er the heather,
Ride, follow the fox if you can!
But, for pleasure and profit together,
Allow me the hunting of Man,
The chase of the Human, the search for the Soul
To its ruin, the hunting of Man.
by RUDYARD KIPLING (1865-1936)
Public Domain Poetry
A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,
Tho’ I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea’s eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.
by SARA TEASDALE (1884-1933)
Public Domain Poetry
ollie your halo off the ground
‘fore they see it’s slipped from your crown
do it with your winged heels
do it before the night reveals
they consider you a sidekick
you can lose their trust in one click
so stash your tacky aureole
and let them think you’re an asshole
you never wanted to be an angel
but rather a devil lewd and baneful
no one cared what your soul blooms for
‘fore shoving you onto god’s waiting womb floor
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
…warmed the belly of my soul.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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