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Man Gratuliert Mir
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Seit jenem Sonntag, da ich mich in dich verliebt
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Weil's Girls wie dich nur alle Jubeljahre gibt
Wie du mir zrtlich sagst, my little Cassanova
Der Flirt mit Jane und Pat und Mary-Ann, that's over
Und auch im Club da lsst du Jack und Johnny steh'n
Dass sie seh'n du gehrst zu mir
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Seit jenem Sonntag, da ich mich in dich verliebt
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Weil's Girls wie dich nur alle Jubeljahre gibt
Ich hatte Angst du liebst nur meinen tollen Wagen
Und wollte dir schon das auf 'bye bye, darling' sagen
Nun bleibst du ewig fr mein Leben unentbehrlich
Und das ist ehrlich und ist keine Schau
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Seit jenem Sonntag, da ich mich in dich verliebt
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Weil's Girls wie dich nur alle Jubeljahre gibt
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Seit jenem Sonntag, da ich mich in dich verliebt
Man gratuliert mir und applaudiert mir
Weil's Girls wie dich nur alle Jubeljahre gibt
Weil's Girls wie dich nur alle Jubeljahre gibt
song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Weeds
In the backyard
Of my heart
I put some seed of love
But weeds grew too fast
Though I used herbicide
But they know how to survive
I threw out the rose, now I love
The weeds for their survival instinct
And power to grow everywhere
Without following any row
My mind follows the heart
And grows too fast like weeds
To pervade to hover
The minds and souls
Of people all over.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Kuess Mich
Sie haelt immer still
Weil sie gefingert werden will
Blaeht sich auf im duerren Gras
Das feuchte Aeugelein wird nass
Gefangen in der Finsternis
Sieht sie nie das Licht der Sonne
Vor Geilheit zuckend fleht sie dann
Die Zunge in dem Manne an
Kuess mich
Sie beisst sich in jeder Zunge fest
Weil sie sich gerne lecken laesst
Doch weil es etwas bitter schmeckt
Wird sie selten nur gekuesst
Gefangen in ...
Kuess mich
Die Zunge kriecht jetzt aus dem Mund
Und schlaegt ihr wild und in Extase
Mehrmals heftig ins Gesicht
Sie blutet schrecklich aus der Nase
Gefangen in ...
Kuess mich
Auf meine feuchten Lippen
Kuess mich
Auch wenn es bitter schmeckt
Kuess mich
song performed by by Rammstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At The Tide's Will
WHEN the tide came surging in
To the beach it bore
Drift-wood and brown weeds —
These — and nothing more!
As the stranded weeds and wood
Borne by the sea,
Tossed at the wind's will,
Even so are we!
When the tide went out again
From the beach, it bore
Drift-wood and brown weeds —
These — and nothing more!
Little peace is ours indeed,
Little rest we know —
Weeds at the Tide's will
Tossed to and fro!
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Women.
Alas! we women are the fools of you:
You mould us and you mar us — we are yours,
And ever have been since the birth of love,
Flowers cherished for a while, soon to be cast
As weeds away; and yet as weeds in the mire
Our fading hues breathe to the last of you.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Flowers Of Tomorrow
Forget unkind words and deeds
For life is a ground of weeds
Where you have to sow the seeds
Of happiness to get rid of weeds
With the weeds of pain and sorrow
And hope for the flowers for tomorrow
That will bloom evenin narrow
Path of joy to bring you tomorrow
A bright tomorrow where will shine
The sun of joy all for mine
That will spread the joy of wine
To bring joy to thee and mine.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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An envious man waxes lean with the fatness of his neighbour.
The coral waxes, the palm grows, but man departs.
But while success and failure depend on conditions, the mind neither waxes nor wanes.
quote by Bodhidharma
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Der Meister
Lauft!
Weil der Meister uns gesandt
verk├╝nden wir den Untergang
der Reiter der Boshaftigkeit
f├╝ttert sein Geschw├╝r aus Neid
Die Wahrheit ist wie ein Gewitter
es kommt zu dir du kannst es h├╢ren
es kund zu tun ist ach so bitter
es kommt zu dir um zu zerst├╢ren
Weil die Nacht im Sterben lag
verk├╝nden wir den j├╝ngsten Tag
es wird kein Erbarmen geben
lauft
song performed by by Rammstein
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Lift Me Up Like You've Plucked a Buttercup
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Many in fits can't handle what they get.
And they seek partnerships...
That end in arguments,
Gone ballistic.
Left in realistic lethal pieces.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
Just leave don't mention...
Any attitude you've got,
That's dropped you mopin'!
Take a little whiff of me I'll free you easy.
I'm that destiny you need.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
When you come around finding you have found,
You've settled down.
With slowed jets ready to quit your lippin'
And prepared to sit and begin to listen'...
You've done shifted from a drifter position.
And it's there to be gripped!
All that life has blessed you with!
ooo-ooo
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
ooo-ooo
Just Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been sneezing.
Lift me up!
Like you've plucked a buttercup,
From your weaving...
Through the weeds you've been breathing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I can, therefore I am.
quote by Simone Weil
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet- God's The Weed-puller
Despite my sweat and toil with pen and hoe;
My rose-filled garden grows recurrent weeds;
God plans to give me roses all the more;
A small reward for my good thoughts and deeds.
This time, God picks the weeds in His own style;
Each one by Hand with intact roots and stem;
And burns them all thoroughly in a pile;
And plans to give to me the diadem.
The ways of God are strange but never fail;
With woeful hearts, He pines for righteous souls;
I need not fight hereafter by e-mail;
God is plugging the Rodent, Snake, Fox holes.
No more, my garden can grow lethal weeds;
God will provide His honest people's needs.
poem by John Celes
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The Garden
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying,
Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow,
Yet shone your smile there, with your soft breath sighing:
'Have patience, for some day the flowers will grow.'
Some weeds you killed, you made a plot and tilled it;
'My plot,' you said, 'rich harvest yet shall give,'
With sun-warmed seeds of hope your dear hands filled it,
With rain-soft tears of pity bade them live.
So, weak among the weeds that had withstood you,
One little pure white flower grew by-and-by;
You could not pluck my flower--alas! how should you?
You sowed the seed, but let the blossom die.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Burning The Weeds
we take pride today
in burning all the weeds
those dry weeds
with all their screams
to the fire
we make
huge fire
we feel that hell in there
big smoke rising to
the skies
we look at the skies
seemingly
God smiles
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fibonacci - Water (Variation 1)
Water
Water forms
Weeds in water
Weeds in water form patterns
Patterns form of weeds in water over stones
Over stones and weeds water forms patterns reflecting
sunlight and soul of water
©2009 Forrest Hainline
poem by Forrest Hainline
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