After getting  'High School Level" on my other blogs, which suited them well as they are for ESL Students primarily, and even at this level they are considered too difficult for thestudents.

This section has many beautiful poems and writings...and deserves the genius level for this reason alone..

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“Streams of Life”

Silent streams flowing

Quiet dreams rising upwards

We journey on this rough flow

Riding over rocky, ragged rush

The hush of Hereafters moving past

Whispers wisdom

As rafting leaves sail by

Coursing over slate and stone

The old pain blanks out

And becomes …

Something else,

Wonderful and profound …

The sound lulls you – calls you

To a newly wakened state …

Elate in the discovery

IN SPIRIT

Walk with me

through this tiresome worn out world,

at least in spirit

for I am tired of walking alone.

Lie with me

through the long and lonely night,

at least in spirit

for I am tired of lying alone.

Love me

In this wounded torn world,

at least in spirit

for I am tired of not loving.

Share with me

the constant yearnings of my weary soul

which IS the spirit

Whoever Lived that loved not at first sight:Christopher Marlowe

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

The Presence of Love: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.

     You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
     And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
     Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
     You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
     Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
     On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.

Sonnet 116: William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!