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Maths
Maths is fun but can be boring,
You never know when tests are due,
Sometimes hard,
Never know whats coming the next day,
Sometime on the top floor! ! ! !
Theres always Algebra, Numbers, Addition, Sums
Lots of them.
More and more homework everyday,
Either online or written,
Tables set out allover the place,
Table by table,
Sat alphabetically.
Numbers allover the place,
Loads of them! ! !
poem by Sophie Hanson
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Bashfulness is an ornament to youth, but a reproach to old age.
Poverty has no greater foe than bashfulness.
Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.
quote by Joseph Addison
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To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside Who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny'd.
quote by Thomas Herrick
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Your dressing table in the hall
In the house in fifth avenue
I put a small pink white marble table
below a mirror in the corridor
with a bowl with flowers standing on it
that acted as your dressing table
and as a place of display
where I saw your face smiling back at me
while you were doing your hair
teasing with curling tongs
or reflections of the rows of paintings
with the wood floor fading into the distance
and now that mirror and table
is probably still there,
but you are living alone
in that big house
and will never again
smile back into my face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Tale Of New Year
The table sits in darkened room
Its fare all spent its contents strewn
All use now ended, empty shell
A place where only thoughts now dwell
For this is last years empty table
Feasted on by all those able
Some who sat and joined the fest
Have left our mortal life to rest
Friends anew have stepped on board
As life continues rest assured
For in the light of room next door
The circle starts again once more
A brand new table full to flowing
What it holds not ours for knowing
Be sure this though safe from fear
To take your place for this New Year
Amongst the newly laid out feast
When hope and faith are all increased
Savour what this new year brings
As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings.
poem by Dave James
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Happy New Year?
The table sits in darkened room
Its fare all spent its contents strewn
All use now ended, empty shell
A place where only thoughts now dwell
For this is last years empty table
Feasted on by all those able
Some who sat and joined the fest
Have left our mortal life to rest
Friends anew have stepped on board
As life continues rest assured
For in the light of room next door
The circle starts again once more
A brand new table full to flowing
What it holds not ours for knowing
Be sure this though safe from fear
To take your place for this New Year
Amongst the newly laid out feast
When hope and faith are all increased
Savour what this new year brings
As midnight bells chime 12 strong rings.
poem by Dave James
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Not that I am ashamed of my mind or body, my birth or breeding, my actions or fortunes, for my bashfulness is in my nature, not for any crime.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Shame Vanishes
A woman conceals her feelings,
Emotions, bashfulness and shame.
All the reservations are laid bare
When passion gets her on the top.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Modesty Is a Strait
Modesty in exhibition
Conceals love, lust and passion,
Reveals shyness and bashfulness
And stands as a trait in women.
(17.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Place At My Table
And youll always have a place at my table
Hey dinners ready come on and eat
Get her done
This aint no Memphis soul songs
And Motown rhythm and blues
Or smoky broken soundtracks
Of my every childhood moves
Soothing are the cameras looking out at my back 40
Lord I dont know where Id be if not from Berigordi
See my story aint that simple and it dont stop here
Patsy Cline still echos through my younger years
I know you can hear me cause the music never stops
George Jone sang me to sleep whether he knows it or not
CHORUS
And Ill always lend a hand if Im able
And youll always have a place at my table
Ive been this whole world over with Detroit on my mind
But Ive got friends in Tennessee Atlanta and Caroline
We dont need no money and we dont want no grief
But if you came to give some youll be pickin up your teeth
REPEAT CHORUS
Thats your Uncle Kracker sittin back there on that back porch
And I think sittin back here I can see everything I need to see
I think back here I can see poor old Mr. Bradford fuelin up the Benz
Everything is truly everything
Thats all it can ever be
And that sure is good enough for me ha ha
(And Ill always give ya help if Im able
And youll always have a place at my table)
REPEAT CHORUS Get her done
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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A Table For Two!
Flash of dream overcome me
as I took slumber one night
I saw a romantic setting
lies a set of table for two
A bouquet of red roses
decorate at the center
where a bottle of red wine
completes the table for two
I saw you entered the haven
dressed in rainbow colored suit
your face so pretty with a smile
as we kissed at the table for two
Mesmerized by your countenance
I was filled with romantic stance
as we danced to the tune of love
such so divine at the table for two
Awaken at height of joy
I am filled with inspiration
as today it becomes a reality
a table for two on Valentines day
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Woman’s Climax
Woman’s climax is when her limbs go limp,
Eyes close, lips part, bashfulness disappears
And she takes him deeper inside her.
If man fails her he’ll feel shy to see her.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Teleportation
So many pages written about the end of the world,
thus there is no more spare room in the brain for them.
How would you approach it?
Hidden in a cathedral, surrounded by false believers?
With your folks, at home, sitting around the table?
In the porch swing, drinking costly wine?
It's original.
In no place and any place.
Alone, in a black hole.
Aha, it seems you've hidden before God.
What cheer!
Lamentably.
A sudden teleportation in a better place.
poem by Marzena Mackojc, translated by Dan Costinaş
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An Ode for David
Inspiration
From a lopsided table?
Words written down
Told as a fable
Strange request you have
My dear friend
Inspiration I will find
This I do intend
Wooden Table
Possess my tongue
Wintered table
Cry from my lungs
Pen striking paper
You shall be my muse
May the bleeding ink
Cry of your blues
Splintered skin
In a corner rest forgotten
Winding legs
You stand wild as cotton
Pen stroke slide
Across your lofty floor
Three legs you stand
When you should have four
Awkward table
You have no friend
Ancient table
You've reached your bitterend
Should my pen learn sea legs
I'd love you once more
But, on three legs you stand
When you should have four
poem by Kay Gardner
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My Mom Sets the Table
Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
they her finest china carefully stacked
her drink is the insurance bet
night after night 21 meals are servered
6 people share the meal with her
we her family eat alone
yet night after night my mom sets the table
the table of broken dreams and poisoned meals
night after night she countinues to eat
untill is consumed
Night after night my mom sets the table
night after night we her family shallow the bitter meal she makes
Night after night my mom sets the table.....
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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