The end (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
The savour of fruits still remains in my mouth, but the bitterness of words demolishes the clouds and wrings the ...
The savour of fruits still remains in my mouth, but the bitterness of words demolishes the clouds and wrings the ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
Imitate Christ, imitate God poured out for us a sacrifice to God loving as a child all of our neighbors ...
Ever a child obedient to the father so was Christ in life so we are called to be to imitate ...
The scent of willing sacrifice of humble servanthood free will choosing to give our lives over an offering to God ...
All of us called out of our circumstance to our father, our God commissioned into a relationship a loving family ...
Listening to the calling in the words in the scripture in the commissioning of Christ past down to each one ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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