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Iva
Arm yourself for war!
For the end is at hand;
And, how shall i make a mends to you?
For the end is at hand.
One belt is for a warrior like Absalom's Statue,
But Yahweh is worthy to be praised;
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six fingers on each hand;
But you are not to be intoxicated with wine!
Iva, life is like a gigantic man with six toes on each foot;
And merciful and compassionate like,
The god (el) of gold in this war!
But you have the sweet-smelling cinnamon around you,
So arm yourself for war! !
Iva, you have the sweet-smelling cane around you too;
And the end is at hand for all of us but,
Those who sin always are unconfortable with righteousness.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Elias' Room
Come into Elias' room,
Of a sweet smelling aroma;
With things well arranged to keep you at bay.
It is just like the wedding of two cultures,
It is just like the love of two birds,
It is just like real faces of two lovers,
It is just like the talented youth with two dreams,
It is just like Slaha and Makola markets with two phases,
So come into Elias' room!
There you will see the Lebanese beauty.
Come into Elias' room,
Of a sweet smelling aroma;
But the Lebanese beauty will keep you at bay.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A good name is better than precious ointment.
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
quote by Jean Paul Richter
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What not sweet?
Drops are sweet; dews are sweet.
Tears are too when in love.
Words are sweet, heard or said.
Silence is too when in love.
I see you; you see me;
I see myself when in love.
Laughs are good; smiles are good;
Sulks are too when in love.
Hair is sweet; lips are sweet;
Sweats are too when in love.
Wits are good, talks are good;
Nonsense is too when in love.
To pursue and to pine are
Alike I like when in love.
What not sweet or good
When I am in love with you?
21.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Holiday
Holiday
Holiday
Hold it here boy is that your bag
In a small sneak and youve just been had
Is that your scene bin, been what have I seen
Well take a seat, feet, get your feet a seat
Put circle round this this and a circle round that
You put one in the front, and one in the back
Would you show it to your mother or share it with another
Slow down bitch
Oh bitch slow down
Im so good, Im so good, Im so good, man Ive been so good
Im so nice, Im so nice, Im so nice, man Im so nice
Holiday
Holiday
Im here to harass you, I want your pills and your grass you
You dont look first class you
Let me look up your ass you
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
I smell dope, I smell dope, I smell dope, I am smelling dope
Holiday
Were so good, were so good, were so good, man weve never been so good
Were so nice, were so nice, were so nice, man weve never been so nice
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Your naked beauty
Your naked beauty
Is like a sweet smelling rose
It drives me crazy
poem by Asif Andalib
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There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
quote by Don DeLillo
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O' Poverty
O' poverty, thou art but smelling
And thy pollution dangerous to life
And the living wailing and crying
Wishing you never existed in the world
As they have no healthy gas for survival
Thou maketh men wander about
For gas, for repast, and for shelter
With no sweet repose in their eyes
With bare footed in the streets
And with no apparels for their mortals
Unprotected they're in the perilous night
And in the light very little hope of survival
Their society looks upon them scornfully
And took you from them the zeal to inhale further
O' poverty, thou art but smelling
For thou hath poisoned many a mortal
And may ruin bedeck thy number of days
As thou art cruel and fiend O' poverty.
poem by Lightcheerful Briggs
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Wild Honey
B. wilson
Mama Im tellin you as sure as Im standin here
Shes my girl and thats the way Im keepin it my mama dear
No good will it do you to stand there and frown at me
The girls got my heart and my loves comin down on me
Last time I met her since I got a taste of wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
You know shes got the sweetness of the honey bee
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Honey, (sweet, sweet, my honey bee) she got me all and stung me good, oh, yesiree
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Before he even stung bees buzzin around her hive
She singled me out, single handed took me alive
Im gonna take her home and spend my life
Eatin up the wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Oh mama shes sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter, sweeter
Yaaaa, honey (sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
Let me tell you how she really got to my soul (sweet,sweet my honey)
It aint funny, (sweet, sweet, my honey bee) the way she made me want to sing a little rock and
Roll (sweet, sweet, my honey)
Theres nothing quite as good as the taste of wild honey
Break my back workin just to save me some money
I can spend my life with her eatin up her wild honey
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
Oh honey shes sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter (sweeter) and sweeter, sweeter
Now
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
(sweet, sweet, my honey bee)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some gimme some
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some gimme some(shes the one)
(sweet, sweet, my honey)
Gimme some wild honey
Gimme some gimme some..........
song performed by by Nazareth
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If I splurge on anything, it's cologne. I love smelling good.
Shoals
On shore I like to sit
Entranced by the evergreen algae
That someday became erect
And gained self-awareness;
The time it took stretched to the bottom of the sea.
The time on the order of billions,
When even the sun will give out.
Alas.
But I must,
Because of the hour today,
Hurry within,
For I hunger for shrimp,
Smelling it's nearly done,
Smelling it's my turn.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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You are a rose
You are a rose
Your rosy lips
Like a pair of petals
Eloquent, pink
Sweet smelling
And your thorns
Are my yearning
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Blue Smoke
The flame of my life burns low
Under the cluttered days,
Like a fire of leaves.
But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke
Goes up to God.
poem by Karle Wilson Baker
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A Late Good Night
My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!
My solitary room I gain.
A single star makes incomplete
The blackness of the window pane.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!
Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,
And ere my head the pillows meet,
My lids are fain themselves to close.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!
My lips no other words can say,
But still they murmur and repeat
To you, who slumber far away,
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Amor Umbratilis
A gift of Silence, sweet!
Who may not ever hear:
To lay down at your unobservant feet,
Is all the gift I bear.
I have no songs to sing,
That you should heed or know:
I have no lilies, in full hands, to fling
Across the path you go.
I cast my flowers away,
Blossoms unmeet for you!
The garland I have gathered in my day:
My rosemary and rue.
I watch you pass and pass,
Serene and cold: I lay
My lips upon your trodden, daisied grass,
And turn my life away.
Yea, for I cast you, sweet!
This one gift, you shall take:
Like ointment, on your unobservant feet,
My silence, for your sake.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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A rose has beauty,
But sweet smelling rose you seek,
Either, thorns that prick.
haiku by Mas Fazlin Mohamad Jailaini
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Pure Admiration
I never get tired of admiring you,
Your body your beauty is to good to be true.
I love your sweet smelling fragrance,
It is like you never left because your smell still lingers.
I LOVE YOU is an understatement.
I get fedup of saying it do not get me wrong my words are real,
But it undermines hw i truly feel.
I love you with every beat in my heart,
Time would not tear us apart.
It makes us stronger,
Better prepared for now and thereafter.
When you open you mouth,
More than words come out.
You have a scholastic vision,
And to me there is no comparison.
So splendiferous......
Just one of your many features illustrating your difference.
You are more than original,
With no hint of fabrication.
I always say I love you for you,
And up to this day I still do.
I just wanted to tell you what I see,
Not just your good looks but your introspective and amazing personality.
It is late yes look at the time,
Just felt like telling you whats on my mind.
Better late than ever,
Love you always forever and ever.
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Having no ointment and box why do you pose as hairdresser.