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No Coward Soul is Mine by Emily Bront�

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from Fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life - that in me hast rest, As I - Undying Life - have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds Or idlest froth amid

Being here, by Vincent O'Sullivan, New Zealand Poet Laureate

Shooting Star by Daren Kamali

Tonight a shooting star kissed my lips Its bright spark shone in my eyes reflecting love from the lover in me My face could not hide such vulnerability connecting affection through my writings to reality Tonight a shooting star kissed my lips Posted with permission from Daren Kamali Editor this week: Michelle Elvy Daren Kamali gets around. A poet of Fijian, Wallis/Futuna

The room of books, by Rethabile Masilo

Every face carries the strife it possesses, and people wear these like masks to hide the inside of their colour. You'll see them sometimes, when the dolour of life is heavy and unbearable, turn away into the confines of another street. Some wear them against the weather, like a hat, or a rubber coat, or a pair of old gumboots. I wear mine like the sun to burn the things that make me, the tough