~*~ Hold Fast Your Dreams ~*~ By Louise Driscoll

Hold fast your dreams!

Within your heart

Keep one still, secret spot

Where dreams may go,

And, sheltered so,

May thrive and grow

Where doubt and fear are not.

O keep a place apart,

Within your heart,

For little dreams to go!

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Think still of lovely things that are not true.

Let wish and magic work at will in you.

Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!

Forget the calm that lies

In disillusioned eyes.

Though we all know that we must die,

Yes you and I

May walk like gods and be

Even now at home in immortality.

 *

We see so many ugly things—

Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;

We know, alast we know

How quickly fade

The color in the west,

The bloom upon the flower,

The bloom upon the breast

And youth’s blind hour.

Yet keep within your heart

A place apart

Where little dreams may go,

May thrive and grow.

Hold fast—hold fast your dreams!

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~*~ Still I Rise ~*~ By: Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

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Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

 *

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

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Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

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Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own back yard.

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You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

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Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 *

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

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Jyoti Arora
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~*~ The Rock and The Bubble ~*~ By: Louisa May Alcott

Oh! a bare, brown rock

Stood up in the sea,

The waves at its feet

Dancing merrily.

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A little bubble

Once came sailing by,

And thus to the rock

Did it gayly cry,–

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“Ho! clumsy brown stone,

Quick, make way for me:

I’m the fairest thing

That floats on the sea.

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“See my rainbow-robe,

See my crown of light,

My glittering form,

So airy and bright.

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“O’er the waters blue,

I’m floating away,

To dance by the shore

With the foam and spray.

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“Now, make way, make way;

For the waves are strong,

And their rippling feet

Bear me fast along.”

 *

But the great rock stood

Straight up in the sea:

It looked gravely down,

And said pleasantly–

 *

“Little friend, you must

Go some other way;

For I have not stirred

this many a long day.

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“Great billows have dashed,

And angry winds blown;

But my sturdy form

Is not overthrown.

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“Nothing can stir me

In the air or sea;

Then, how can I move,

Little friend, for thee?”

 *

Then the waves all laughed

In their voices sweet;

And the sea-birds looked,

From their rocky seat,

 *

At the bubble gay,

Who angrily cried,

While its round cheek glowed

With a foolish pride,–

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“You SHALL move for me;

And you shall not mock

At the words I say,

You ugly, rough rock.

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“Be silent, wild birds!

While stare you so?

Stop laughing, rude waves,

And help me to go!

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“For I am the queen

Of the ocean here,

And this cruel stone

Cannot make me fear.”

 *

Dashing fiercely up,

With a scornful word,

Foolish Bubble broke;

But Rock never stirred.

 *

Then said the sea-birds,

Sitting in their nests

To the little ones

Leaning on their breasts,–

 *

“Be not like Bubble,

Headstrong, rude, and vain,

Seeking by violence

Your object to gain;

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“But be like the rock,

Steadfast, true, and strong,

Yet cheerful and kind,

And firm against wrong.

*

“Heed, little birdlings,

And wiser you’ll be

For the lesson learned

To-day by the sea.”

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Jyoti Arora
Author of Dream’s Sake, Samsung Mobiler

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