He who treads the path of love walks a thousand meters as if it were only one.
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As We Tread Together
As she treads the path alone,
As she treads till the walk ends,
I too will stop not, it is my word.
Birds flying to Siberia stop not,
Then why should she and I?
As the boulders large slice her toes,
As the thorns sharp hurt her heels,
She fears not, and I am with her.
Fishermen venturing into deep seas fear not
Then why should we alone?
Every path has to end somewhere,
Every walk has to finish at one point,
We do not stop and fear nothing ever.
In the pains of these fleeting moments,
We must learn to have a dream,
She has dreams and I follow her suit.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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People always underestimate the impact of technology. To give you an example: In the 1970s the frontier for offshore development was 200 meters, today it is 4,000 meters.
quote by Daniel Yergin
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The Young Lover Of A Thousand Lovers
Curiously he walks up this steep path,
His life brought to an end he design
Embracing his true nature in error
And on the thread mill of life he spins continuously
Thinking profoundly of his greatest agony
Now he is forced to take a walk
With his pen in his hand like the mad man he insulted
Shattered like the glass out of the hand of a maiden
The young lover of a thousand lovers
Having to contend with the struggling oceans
He brought disaster upon himself
While he walks up that steep path
With his forehead embedded with the holy mark of confusing
Every stranger turns to gaze upon him and wish to know what he thinks
Such a sorrowful young lover,
The architect of his own pitiful fate
The tyranny of loves tenderness envelopes his soul
Such sweat sour emotions lies in his heart,
The management of a thousand lovers
Look at him, a young lover destroying himself of a thousand lovers
May the birds of nature despise him as he takes a walk
And let him find peace in his decision
Indeed his lovers destroys him only if he knows
Hanging his soul upside down like the washed cloth on Saturday hangers
Not one, not two, not three, not four and certainly not five.
Would they live in his heart, if he does not find a way to dispose them?
Causing such a tragedy to his future, the architect of his fate
Should he leave one, two, three, four and certainly not five.
He counts as his steps he takes
Should he entangle himself in loves sweetest abode?
And gain the experience in the art of love
Or should he be the designer of his own fate.
poem by Samuel Donkor
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From the biography of an unknown woman: II
She has chosen no path
She's simply put on one
Hazardous and full of
Pitfalls
Avalanches
Landslides
Tre nches
Pebbles and
Boulders too
Yet she walks on
Like a little girl on a treasure hunt
Still expecting to find a treasure
And
She walks on with cuts and bruises
Like a walking raw wound
She patiently walks on...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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O, Do Not Forsake Me
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, you think thats old
One thousand years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour Im talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, Id say thats old
One thousand years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends
Well be one thousand years old
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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O Do Not Forsake Me (Demo)
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure you think that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do you know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where
I go to defent misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Hero Of My Walks
am a hero of my walks
my path I have mastered
giving up will not allow
I seat here cooled by the chobe breeze
the land sky the island
how can I give up?
when the birds still survive
their calling glorious
giving up how?
when I have identified
the voice of my caller
am the hero of my walks
the prince of my plans
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K I M P: 16082011/1150hrs
extract from love is an art e-book; season 8 of 2011
poem by Segomotso Kandle Shamukuni
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There's A Dot
to begin the line
and there's the line to begin the movement
infinity is but imagined finite
and somewhere in this finite
it builds the sphere
geometry has nothing
nothing to do with either Gaia or meters
unless Gaia is Gaia hyper vision
and I believe it is
and meters are a handy sky rendered
to suit the senses
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Tapestry Of Emotion
The path that all life treads,
are a tapestry’s linen threads,
and the eye of the needle,
are the hearts of all the people,
woven in and out of each other,
so we are all sisters and brothers,
in the weave of life’s pattern,
from the moment of the rising sun,
to the time of the twinkling stars,
we’re imprisoned in life’s aging bars.
If you could what thread would you use?
Yes, what path would you choose?
One of passion, heat and glory,
or one of pristine and noble sobriety,
so stop, look and listen,
to life’s pneumatic system,
confusing you with its instructions,
whilst you seek its seduction,
for life is all about emotion,
entangled in the world’s commotion,
for life, love, fear, want and need,
all keep driving us to succeed.
poem by Dale Mullock
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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~a Thousand Times, A Thousand Ways~
Beloved…
I’ve expressed my love;
A thousand times
A thousand ways
In a thousand rhymes,
A thousand plays
My muse
My friend
My everything
Alive within my soul
Sewn into my very being
My love…
It is you that makes me whole
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Path Determines
On a steep track, one has to claim stooping.
On a muddy path, one has to walk balancing.
If it is a rope, one has to move writhing.
The ground is level, where one walks steadily.
One’s conducts depend on the path open.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
poem by William Shakespeare
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day
Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at ever turn.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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a Path to Take
A path can lead you in many directions like love or death.
So let the tears rain from the ones in pain
and yet he still walks a path filled with sorrow
so he trys to drink the pain away even his daughter stands in the back trying to save the one that gave her life.
Now she crys in pain while he drinks himself to death.
And all she can do is stand and whatch unless he changes
and lets go everything for the daughter that he once loved.
poem by Cody Christiansen
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One Hundred Thousand Marching
One hundred thousand marching
One hundred thousand men
One hundred thousand heading
To a place and a time when
One hundred thousand dying
One hundred thousand cold
One hundred thousand praying
Forever young and never old
One hundred thousand lives were lost
One hundred thousand felt the pain
One hundred thousand maimed and slaughtered
And yet those armies march again.
poem by David Keig
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South Dakota
In the Black Hills of South Dakota,
In the Black Hills of love;
But, the wise in heart will always obey the Laws of Yahweh.
A person who takes the crooked path will be made known!
And, a person who walks innocently walks with care;
So, be very wise to follow the right paths always in this life.
South Dakota! !
Upon me,
upon you,
Upon us,
Upon them;
May it be done to you as you do to others!
For, the lion has not eaten up the corpse nor mauled the donkey.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love Walks In
Touch some holy water
Confess your sins again
Cross yourself with imperfection
Break the rules - amend
Pick up the pieces
Hold them tight
now you feel redeemed
Try to take a step outside
Do what you disbelieve
[Chorus:]
Love walks in
Looking so devout
Love walks in
You walk out
Build a shrine, break down a wall
Run till you can't stop
On your knees inside your head
Your sanctuary now
[Chorus]
I don't know what you want
I don't know what you need
Tell me what you want
Speak to me, speak to me
Tangled up in disillusion
Swept up inthe flood
Drowning in uncertainty
No message from above
[Chorus]
Love walks in
Your world stats to fall apart
Love walks in
You walk out
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Up the Garden Path - 0877 - Acrostic
Up the garden path she led him,
Private joke she told herself,
To sacrifice his precious self
He, half blind went to the brim,
Enjoyed close shave, then cut it trim.
Garden path walks wily woman's whim!
(11 April 1998)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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