A bath refreshes the body, tea refreshes the mind.
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Birth Images Etched Into Conscious Beings
thoughts are instant born
upon pages of mind art
gifted onto screens of life
painted into love joy swift
images knowing create
beauty in mind refreshes
as art embraces skill art
in appreciation we shall paint
together write birth images
etched into conscious beings
Original complete version of the poems ‘Pages Of Mind Art’, ‘Beauty In Mind Refreshes’ and ‘In Appreciation We Shall Paint’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beauty In Mind Refreshes
images knowing create
beauty in mind refreshes
as art embraces skill art
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
quote by Gaston Bachelard
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Washing Away Mind Cobwebs
luxury shower shave
skin stimulates refreshes
harmonic focus saves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The winds
The winds of each ending year,
Scatter the string of glassy hopes,
The next refreshes my courage, faith,
Invites to walk on suspended ropes.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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What You Will Say Does Not Matter Anymore.....
WHAT you will say
does not matter anymore to me
you are
what matters to me
the winds come
and refreshes me
i am not listening
to its howls
the dogs bark
with so much noise
i mind the tail
that waggles for
my presence
you do not listen
to the sound of the spray
when the perfume
lands on your
neck
we do not care
in the same manner
the dying silence of the
night
neither do we notice
the idiosyncrasies of
our moans
we did what we did
we all moaned for nothing
but love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tongue Bath
Yeah, (ohhh), we got the hood rats in the house right
(Would you like a tongue bath babe)
They say they like tongue bath (from the back)
So, uh, we went and got Methron
But of course, it's the Ying-Yang Twins
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that's the way I like it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Forget about that Summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
In the tongue bath world we was loving it up
I've been told by the eye we were holding each other
To the room, sexual, of the Isley Brothers
Sippin' Alazez and Hennessee, straight thug passion
Licking nipples, got you gigglin', so you started to laugh
And now it's getting so erotic baby
All of a sudden so I'm kissing on your body baby
Admit it babb
See baby a tongue bath is what I like
Lick me up, lick me down, curve my appetite
Let me open up my legs, show me what you got
The way you licking on my body's got me really hot
And I'm loving the way you lick me though
Do it little daddy, let your tongue take control
You got me shaking like hell when you're licking my toes
From the top to the bottom, make your tongue roll
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Anyway you want it, I'm with it
I just wanna get up in it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
A tongue bath, from the back
Oh yes, that'
song performed by by Ying Yang Twins
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Quiet
We all seek at times
a measure or two
of silken stillness
caught within the hustle bustle
of our daily lives.
The quiet that descends slowly
as summer sap oozing from a tree
to crystallize our moments
into tranquil harmony
that refreshes
our obliterating soul.
poem by David Harris
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A Love Of Love Of Love
Well, honey it is January
And soon it will be February
I know what it reminds me
To remember you in Valentine's Day
And I know what is that day for
And I know what it is for
The love of love for all love
The love of love for sweetheart of
But we been sweetheart since then
My love for you ain't been forgotten
Though we have this strands of silver hair
Valentine's Day is nothing for me as I always care
And my love is always fresh like the morning
With our love still blending and refreshing
And refreshes my mind everyday
Not only on Valentine's Day
poem by Ency Bearis
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Where heaven is
the way to heaven -
between the two mountains
and down to a cave
where spring water
refreshes and welcomes
your entry
the way to heaven
between the two trees
a secret orifice that spouts spring portion
for immortality
between the paths to both
the devil zealously sets his traps
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Murdering Ambition
it is an overgrowth
protruding on my forehead like a horn of a bull
its uglification of my being has become overt
and destructive
and so i have decided to cut it with a sharp saw
not to hurt myself
since its sharpness is inside the temple.
there is this content of the air
the one that drifts but for a time refreshes
the one that is with us when
the sun gets so hot
when the temperature rises
when the heat wave kills.
ambition, i am letting it go
since i still have many other good things to do
for you, my people.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Simple Blessing
3 p.m. we sit on a chair
the table has a tray of ripe guavas
four slices of toasted sandwich
two cups of coffee with cream
italian pasta and a nice conversation
lasting for a hour or more
the air from the sea blows and
refreshes our bodies and then
we try your new salad combination:
buco and durian chilled last night.
we gaze upon the passing of 12 years.
nothing changed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Direct And Decisive
It would be wonderful to awaken,
In an environment...
Where the people found it,
To the best of their interests...
To be direct and decisive.
With an elimination of being evasive.
To then uncover an honesty that refreshes,
The meaning of comprehension with understanding.
Instead of leaving assumptions,
As a basis of one's deluded reality.
Wouldn't it be great?
To awakened to realize this has been prioritized.
With truth as the utmost purpose one has to share.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music is Heaven
Music appeals,
it also heals.
Music cheers,
but also brings tears.
Music inspires,
it never tires.
Music serenades,
it reverberates.
Music incites,
it also excites.
Music exhilarates,
also illuminates.
Music refreshes,
it also revives.
Music mesmerizes,
and also mystifies.
Music is magic,
music is love,
music is life,
music is Heaven.
11 June 2010
7: 15 pm
poem by Gita Ashok
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Sun My Love
oh sun, sun wherefore art thou
you deny me your face
i am in company of despair
wish to no longer be here
rain- the one who refreshes
with his smile and sings us
gently and lovingly to sleep
with sweet lullabies
came to visit the castle
by the aqua blue sea
he brought his friends
grey cloud and grayest cloud
quickly
sunprincess made plans
to travel to a sunny tropical isle
to see her love-
the sun
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Water can sustain life (but not for him)
Water can sustain life, , but not for him,
Water took his life, he never learned to swim;
Too many children, too many early deaths,
Water claimed their souls and dying breaths.
A fraction of a second, is all it takes,
Pools, canals and man-made lakes.
The greatest loss, is to the very young,
Their songs are finished, and left unsung,
Water refreshes the body no more,
The spark of life has exited the final door.
Water can sustain life, but not your daughters,
There is no such thing as 'our safe waters.'
The greatest loss, is unfinished growing,
The biggest loss, is always knowing,
Knowing your boy or girl is dead,
Wishing it were you instead.
poem by David Lessard
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Rain Bath
Clouds was happly
Crying....
Smiley earth was
Take bath...!
If you are ready
At home put inside
Dresses...
To take rain bath
Rain bath
Reduse the body pain
And minor mentel
Dis order...
Some time given
Cold and running nose
With also free...
But don't miss
The rain bath
Enjoy the nature
Shaver...tap...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sleep To Rejuvenate lIfe!
Unconscious state of being is sleep;
Sleep refreshes mind, heart and soul.
While awake our activities are known
And while asleep no activity is known!
Dreams are common in sleep for all;
It fulfils the heart not possible otherwise!
First all starts as dreams and ends in action;
So, dream is consolation and inspiration!
Coming back to senses seems to be a magic!
If it does not take place one is concluded as dead!
In activities and sleep man's life goes on here;
But without good sleep no activity is bright!
Work while you work, play while play and also
Sleep while you sleep to rejuvenate your life!
poem by Ramesh T A
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In Vino Veritas (Life Poem)
Dos cervezas por favor in De K’ffe,
Cold bite of the first beer refreshes.
Una mas and workday fades to dull,
The night feels bright and hopeful,
The Palitos de pollo satisfies hunger.
Conversation flows to Cepas de Altura,
Three bottles later the stories repeat,
Groundhog day of interesting lives,
With eternal friendship in every bottle.
Six corks line up like truth bullets,
In an aggression of arguments,
Maybe he has just said too much,
Friendship of an unremembered hug,
Next day sorry and failings forgotten.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Actually Some Poems Are Not Meant To Be Understood
forgive me but my poems are not meant to be understood
they are simply meant to be felt
like silk to your hands
just let the feeling slide and it is complete
it is just like a description of something that suddenly passed
you think it is a ghost but it is not
it is just the hush of a wind and it is not driving any point at all
if it refreshes you without thinking of anything at all
and gives you a certain lightness
like you have wings yourself
then the poem has become a poem
it is not meant to be an idea just something
magical and please do not hold it
it is simply meant
to pass and not stay like the wind and the river and
my soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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