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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
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The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
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When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
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My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
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I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
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All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
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I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
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Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
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I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
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Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
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WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.
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Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
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The houses are haunted
By white night-gowns.
None are green,
Or purple with green rings,
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Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
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Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,
And a bush, in the corner, of may,
On the orchard wall I used to sprawl
In the blazing heat of the day;
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I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
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Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
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These are prayer poems written by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns and hymn-like prayer poems. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—the Christian religion in particular. In my youth I wrote some devotional poems but my later poems tend to be heretical, after my studies of the Bible revealed things unworthy of decent human beings, much less a perfect deity.
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A Tyrian Tale
In realms of history, rich and vast, A color reigned, a dye unsurpassed. Purple, the hue of royalty's might, A symbol of power, a captivating sight.
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Some call it a boo-boo,
Some call it a bruise,
Whatever you call it,
It is what you choose.
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Some people call it a boo boo,
Some call it a bruise,
But Voodoo don't make you black and blue,
Makes you wonder what's the use?
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I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color,
Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller.
Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned into a career,
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purple lotus blooms, on a glassy, silver lake ~ gold sun, lustrous moon
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You're favorite color was purple, wasn't it?
Purple like a rose, lilac, lavender and your hair.
Pencil, pen, shirt, shoes, even your heart.
Everything near you was purple, like your hair.
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Red, orange, yellow and blue, green, purple and indigo too. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow and blue, green, purple and indigo too. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow.
The rain makes everything dark and grey. It makes everything wet and ruins our day. But after the rain comes a shining light. It shines in the sky so very bright. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow.
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Red, orange, yellow and blue, green, purple and indigo too. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow and blue, green, purple and indigo too. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow.
The rain makes everything dark and grey. It makes everything wet and ruins our day. But after the rain comes a shining light. It shines in the sky so very bright. The colors of the rainbow. The colors of the rainbow.
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