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My heart’s entirely there as well:
it has no other root or branch.
While sleeping under coverlets
my spirit is far off with her.
poem by Jaufre Rudel
Submitted by Simona Enache
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Today... 'The Branch of the root of Jesse
From the Root of Jesse there came a Rod
and He became known as the Son of God.
From Jesse's stump a branch began to grow
that no one was able to overthrow.
On Him The Holy Spirit came to rest
and because of Him the people were blessed.
His delight is in the Fear of the Lord
and in Him dwelt all the wisdom of God.
For He will not judge by just what He sees
and neither will he seek all men to please.
Righteousness He will wear as a belt
and the Rod of His mouth will then be felt.
On Him the Spirit of the Lord will rest
with Divine understanding He is blessed.
Spirit of counsel and power endeared
filled with the power of the Lord He feared.
The fruit of the Spirit this Branch shall bear
and Faithfulness as a sash He will wear.
with breath from His lips the wicked He slays
and righteousness shall be His belt always.
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A New leaf
There’s a new leaf upon the Tree
A thousand, thousand have been before
In the life of this great tree
Yet, the Tree rejoices, and is glad
For there is a New Leaf upon the tree
The roots are deep, and hidden
Tis one tree from root to branch
And lives in and through each leaf
The hearts’ smile resurrected
Through the New leaf upon the tree
Like the stars of heaven
New leaves have been many
And so they all are One
For they all share the same root
Bless the New leaf upon the tree
Perfection in the Blessing
Joy released in tears of love
The strength in life will comfort
From root to God above
A New leaf upon the tree
Beauty, Truth, and life
Complete from root to branch
When life’s cycle turns
Leaves fall to nourish roots
And behold, a New leaf upon the tree
poem by Adrian Wait
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Women’s Individuality
Spirit of woman is dearer to sons
Than to daughters; sons feel great
loss.
Women are root systems and men
Branches.
A root will not weep for the root of the
other.
26.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Gary likes a girls tight black pants
Larry knows he doesnt stand a chance
Carl says hurry up and order it quick
Dave gets out to chase that chick
Dennis wonders whats under the hood
A big chrome tach and it sounds real good
I go down to the root beer stand
And drink up all that I can
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Brians still glued to the radio
Louies lookin out the rear window
Guys got around to orderin fries
But root beers my best buy
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Give me some root beer (chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chug-a-lug)
Cold beer, root beer
Here a mug, there a mug, everybody chug-a-lug
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
Root beer, need another mug now
Root beer, chug-a-lug-a-lug now
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Neglect not meditation
Do exercise; Branches are strong.
Do hatha yoga; Trunk is strong.
Do breathing; Root is strong.
Branch-less, trunk-less,
By root alone too can live a tree.
11.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Tree And The Branch
the tree looks
upon a branch
where a ripe
fruit is hanging
the tree says
it is mine
the branch say
i am holding it
the tree says
the branch too
belongs to it
angry about the
tree's greed
the branch lets go off
the ripe fruit
a hungry child
picks it up
and goes home
with a happy heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Jew is a devil in human form. It is fitting that he be exterminated root and branch.
quote by Julius Streicher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Leaf
I, like a leaf I breath,
I absorber the sun light, into me,
then bring into the tree,
The root is it's heart,
soaking, the water with in,
of the tree where,
the branch I live upon,
the wind wafts as the sun sets,
I will die brown no longer green,
in this leaf is me.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Sleeping With The Dog
Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night.
Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right.
Sometimes I do.
Shes got a tongue like a viper, but she can whisper like a dove.
Soft touch like brushed velvet: till she hits you from above.
And sometimes she does.
She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log.
Just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog.
And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog.
I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul.
Guess when the time seems right
To make a broken spirit whole
And that time is due. cmon.
She leaves me breathing: down like a fallen log
And just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog.
And it goes: (woof) sleeping with the dog.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The executive branch has grown too strong, the judicial branch too arrogant and the legislative branch too stupid.
quote by Lyn Nofziger
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Gave My Heart To A Woman
I gave my heart to a woman –
I gave it her, branch and root.
She bruised, she wrung, she tortured,
She cast it under foot.
Under her feet she cast it,
She trampled it where it fell,
She broke it all to pieces,
And each was a clot of hell.
There in the rain and the sunshine
They lay and smouldered long;
And each, when again she viewed them,
Had turned to a living song.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Ad Astra
My father died millennia ago.
Yet the hunters are not dead
they are only sleeping.
Their spirit is within me
destined to touch the stars.
I shall not go there.
But others
the sons of my sons
will journey there.
Primeval hunters are not dead
ancestors are only sleeping.
Ancestral spirit is within me.
The seed of the men
that forever seeks
flickering fires in flaming sky.
Through them
in limitless landscape of infinity.
My spirit will touch the stars.
Bounded by limitless horizons
we shall dream new dreams.
As we blaze across a timeless sky.
Ad Astra - Latin (to the stars)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bitterroot
tonight i'll be sleeping on the mountain top
i got a billion stars for my witness
in the morning i'll go down and the sun comes up
and i'll take a drink from the bitter root river
have you been lonely
(yes i've been lonely)
i've been lonely too
have you been lonely
(yes i've been lonely)
i've been lonely too
tonight i'll be sleeping on the mountain top
i got a billion stars for my witness
in the morning i'll go down and the sun comes up
i'll take a drink from the bitter root river
have you been travelin
(yes i've been travelin)
i've been travelin too
(that girl can play)
have you been travelin
(yes i've been travelin)
i've been travelin too
(lordy help me to play)
tonight i'll be sleeping on the mountain top
i got a billion stars for my witness
in the morning i'll go down and the sun comes up
i'll take a drink from the bitter root river
i'll take a drink from the bitter root river
i'll take a drink from the bitter root river
song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Oddfellowship in Woodstock
Well tell a tale, it shall be brief
It is of rise of Maple Leaf,
From noble Olive Branch it sprung,
And its good deeds shall yet be sung ;
This Encampment, though in its youth,
Glories in friendship, love, and truth
Of all our lodges yet the chief
May be this youthful Maple Leaf ;
Built of good timber, it doth launch
Well worthy of the Olive Branch,
And though it only is a shoot
We hope that it will take deep root,
And soon be vigorous Maple tree
In Canada so broad and free.
And may its usefulness ne'er cease
Sprung from the Olive Branch of peace,
But comfort brothers in distress,
Widows and orphans it will bless,
And console them in their grief,
Protected by the Maple Leaf.
Poor travellers in the wilderness
They oft do suffer great distress,
But may no pilgrim get rude shock
Sojourning here in Woodstock.
poem by James McIntyre
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The Robe
Each naked branch, the yellow leaf or brown,
The rugged rock, and death-deformed plain
Lie white beneath the winter's feathery down,
Nor doth a spot unsightly now remain;
On sheltering roof, on man himself it falls;
But him no robe, not spotless snow makes clean;
Beneath, his corse-like spirit ever calls,
That on it too may fall the heavenly screen;
But all in vain, its guilt can never hide
From the quick spirit's heart-deep searching eye,
There barren plains, and caverns yawning wide
Ever lie naked to the passer by;
Nor can one thought deformed the presence shun,
But to the spirit's gaze stands bright as in the sun.
poem by Jones Very
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Sleeping at last
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.
Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
poem by E.E. Cummings
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Branches In Time
A young tender
branch
is easily bent
into submission.
As time goes
by
maturity begins
to set in
the branch
grows stronger.
With each passing
day
she becomes able to
carry the leaves
attached
Until one day
raising her arms
high into the sky
a mature branch
emerges
refusing to bend
anymore.
poem by Heather Burns
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In children’s glory
The root toils and takes pride in its crown.
The crown beams but gives no credit to the root.
Birds and animals all admire the crown
For the fruits and the shades they obtain.
They attach least importance to the root.
The root still sticks to the vanity of its pride
As parents take pride in children’s glory.
05.07.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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On the Death of John Lennon
This world unravels, bit by bit
Each thread that binds
Is torn in rage,
And desolation stalks where wit
And beauty walked
On some lost page.
From light to darkness; life and art
And talent bleeds
At every loss,
Each shallow murder strikes the heart,
The root, the branch,
The Saviour’s Cross.
Now at the height, some furtive thief
Has stolen yet
Another strand,
And left in thrall unyielding grief
To wonder at
This bloodied hand.
10 December 1980
poem by David Lewis Paget
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