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Dover Beach -by Matthew Arnold – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM


The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night. 


I am a women of change -Promote Yourself

Fatty, bean poll, pushy,  loser, Airhead, know it all, troll stuck up Bitch. Heard too often, spoken to frequently.
Stereo  types passed down and passed on to our daughter’s adults and children alike.
Somewhere in the USA a girl cry’s herself to sleep tonight.
Too bad so sad toughen up, sticks and stones we say.
Pushed and pulled by the media and each other to look, be and sound a certain way.
We can’t be too thin or to fat, too tall too short to white or to black.
Fit in, be perfect, and be cool no matter what it cost.
Do these things always, even if in doing that many lives are lost.
We starve, we binge, become addict or even cut.
Then we blame others for the problems we have set up.
We continue to petty and are mean spirited long into adulthood.
Stay at home vs. working Mom, bottle or breast, intellectual vs. pretty each side clamming to be the best.
Why not try supporting each other, building one another up not tearing each other down.
So you don’t like the game than change the dam the dam rules.
Stop being eating it up like, cattle following like sheep and acting like fools.
Be who you are without hurting anyone else.
Be confident and comfortable be fabulous, empathetic and bold.
Dark or light, big or small, straight or gay there is room for at the table for us all.
I make no apologies for who I am and neither should you.
Did I strike a never with this?
Are you offended?
Yak, I’m talking to you!
Good. Then maybe we can start talking.
Maybe can have an intelligent conversation and change the world for the good.
We are all beautiful and gifted in our own way.
Teach are young that who they are is better than ok.
Change your perception first, watch the message that you send.
Look out ourselves first.
Although they play a small part, don’t so fast to t blame the men.
Take a hard look ladies, it is us who teach our sons how to treat Women.
The young learn from example.
They watch what we say and do.
Look in the mirror first for change,
Real change starts with me and you!
Juan Schwenger

The workhouse

Heavy steps through

“The Archway Of Tears”

blow your candles out

at 8 o clock here,

you leave the house?

You lose your meal!

The severity of the law you’ll feel

when you’re locked up in a refractory cell,

Litchfield Street is worse than hell,

turn the capstan,

grind the corn,

Matron wakes you

at the crack of dawn,

we forget so easily,

we get fat and bald  in front of the T.V,

take time to read article 1.20

and spare a thought for these poor souls

 Robert Maccartney

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