In hawks, hounds, arms, and love, for one pleasure a thousand pains.
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In war, hunting, and love you suffer a thousand pains for one pleasure.
The Hounds Howl At Night (Reprise)
The hounds howl at night
Because evil is here
The hounds howl at night
For the terror that will soon begin
The hounds howl at night
For the blackness of the night
The hounds howl at night
For their love of the crescent moon
Even though it's shrouded in fog
poem by Justin Gildow
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Our Cupid
Beautiful faces
All around the place
Sweet voices
From lovely persons
But what are they to me
While deep in me
I need a face and voice
Some are in company
Some are lonely
Some hate the company
Some jealous of the lonely
Do you long for hawks? Yes, hawks!
Lonely in thought for hawks
Better be lonely
Than be ripped apart
Sucked like orange
And dumped as garbage
One day will be your strike from the cupid
poem by Izuoma Ibe
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Too Much Pains
there are too much pains...
pains within the heart..
the heart that beats not
for love but wars..
there are too much pains
pains within the soul
the soul that does'nt know God
there are too much pains
pains within the troubled minds
minds who not care for ideas..
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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An Old Man Medicates His Pains Away
AN OLD MAN MEDICATES HIS PAINS AWAY
An old man medicates his pains away
He wants to live in his mind
As if his body can be temporarily forgotten-
He tries to be as he once was
Easy in the skin of himself -
But the pains the pains the pains
They come from different directions
They interrupt they remind they dismay
The pains the pains
They may go away for a time
But they don’t forget to sharpen again-
An old man does not want to think of his body as his enemy
He is no pure mind and does not dream to be
But the pains
When so many come at once
And when no medication can really put a stop to them-
They will defeat him -
Drugged into restless sleep
He will not be able to die without them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Prosperity
Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms ;
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
Meet me mid the wreathing bowers,
Greet me in the citron grove,
Where I saw the belle of flowers
Dealing with the blooms of love.
Hark! the lowly dove of Sharon,
Bids thee rise and come away,
From a vale both dry and barren,
Come to one where life is gay.
Come, thou queen of all the forest,
Fair Feronia, mountain glee,
Lovelier than the garden florist,
Or the goddess of the bee.
Come, Sterculus, and with pleasure,
Fertilize the teeming field;
From thy straw, dissolved at leisure,
Bid the lea her bounty yield.
Come, thou queen of every creature,
Nature calls thee to her arms;
Love sits gay on every feature,
Teeming with a thousand charms.
poem by George Moses Horton
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All In Green My Love Went Riding
All in green my love went riding, four lean hounds
crouched low and smiling; riding upon a great gold
horse into the silver dawn. She ventured far ahead, an amazon
princess, flanking four lean hounds; my love struck the path.
She wished to rid herself of me. All in green
my love kept riding, without me; into the silver dawn.
Till I heard the whine of a horse and the bark of the hounds.
I abandoned all caution, raced atop the high peaks
into the silver sawn, to find the Golden Horse
with no rider. Four lean hounds, crouched low and silent
Where a motionless figure lay on the path;
All in green, my heart fell dead before.
poem by Ryan C. Walker
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The Heart Too Asks For Pleasure
do not underestimate the heart
it too shall take pleasure
it is not pure love
as gentle as the softness of the
cloud that merely drifts
upon the orders of the wind
it also know what pleasure is
so appease it with the wildness
of your love: crush it with the strength
of your loving arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In war, hunting, and love, for one pleasure a hundred pains.
Difficult Issues
Life is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Where we get a chance
To collect valuable treasures
Tresures that include
Sympathy, help and love
For that is what we all
Want and deserve
And remember whenever
You encounter a difficult issue
Try to solve it with
The patience tissue
And offer your love
Your hand and your smile
For that is what will go
With you long miles
And know that all those
Aches and pains
Comes from God Almighty
To test your gains
And if you're strong
And help others in test
Then you'll be rewarded
With joy and zest
And all your troubles
And your pains and tears
Will be healed with
Infinite peace layer.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Til' The Last Drop
My pen has only a little ink before it is dry, but my heart still has many more words to say. So I will write until my heart has no more words to say or ’til the last drop.
My dear sweet love;
It has been several years since my eyes have had the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face, or my arms the pleasure of feeling your warm embrace.
But I’d like you to know ‘til the last tear dropp falls
from my eyes, in my heart your love will lie.
‘Til the last dropp of love leaves my heart, you and I will never part.
‘Til the last dropp of compassion is drained from my soul, in my arms you I will forever hold.
It has been several years since you been out my life, and even through you’re in heaven you’re still my wife.
Well, my love the words are starting to fade, but not because my heart has no more to say, but my pen is going dry.
But before the last dropp I’d like you to know I will love you ‘til the day I die.
Sonnet XXIV
Do not reproach me, Ladies, if I've loved
And felt a thousand torches burn my veins,
A thousand griefs, a thousand biting pains
And all my days to bitter tears dissolved.
Thus, Ladies, do not denigrate my name.
If I did wrong, the pain and punishment
Are now. Don't file their daggers to a point.
You must know, Love is master of the game:
No need of Vulcan to explain your fire,
Nor of Adonis to excuse your desire,
But with less cause and far less occasion,
As the whim takes her, idly she can curse
You with a stronger and stranger passion.
But take care your suffering is not worse !
poem by Louise Labe
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Sad & Suicidal
It pains me to see you this way
To see you so sad and suicidal
If i could only kiss you
and make your problems fade away
I would.
I would die a thousand times
Before i could ever forget about you
I love you and i won't find anyone like you!
So why search for someone
When i know they could never
Compare to you!
I'll only be happy if i'm with you!
I can't stand
To see you so sad and suicidal
It rips me apart at the seems
and i unravel in front of the whole world
They stared an walked on!
Cause no one cares but you and i!
and it's only for us to handle!
I cried when i'd seen her sitting there
What a razor in her hand
and tears streaming down her face
She's so sad and suicidal
I sat up all night holding her in my arms
Singing 'you are my sunshine'
She has a lot to live for, but she doesn't care
She's so sad and suicidal
When she told me i deserve someone better
I told her you are my only love
and that will never change
She's so sad and suicidal
(6-27-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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The Hounds Of Winter
Mercury falling
I rise from my bed
Collect my thoughts together
I have to hold my head
It seems that shes gone
And somehow I am pinned by
The hounds of winter
Howling in the wind
I walk through the day
My coat around my ears
I look for my companion
I have to dry my tears
It seems that shes gone
Leaving me too soon
Im as dark as december
Im as cold as the man in the moon
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
Its easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
I cant make up the fire
The way that she could
I spend all my days
In the search for dry wood
Board all the windows and close the front door
I cant believe she wont be here anymore
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
Its easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They follow me down
A season for joy
A season for sorrow
Where shes gone
I will surely, surely follow
She brightened my day
She warmed the coldest night
The hounds of winter
They got me in their sights
I still see her face
As beautiful as day
Its easy to remember
Remember my love that way
All I hear is that lonesome, lonesome sound
The hounds of winter
They harry me down
song performed by by Sting
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Love is a pleasure
Pursuit of love is a pleasure.
Pining of love is a pleasure.
Pain of love is a pleasure.
Failure of love too is so.
Any stage of love is a pleasure.
30.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is The Bait
Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.
Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soldier Of Love
Lay down your arms of love
And surrender to me.
Lay down your arms of love
And love me peacefully, yeah.
Use your arms for loving me,
Baby that's the way it's got to be.
There ain't no reason for you to be bad
For you're the woman and i love you so.
So forget the other boys, 'cos my love is real,
Come off your battlefield.
Lay down your arms of love,
And love me peacefully.
Lay down your arms of love
And love me tenderly, yeah.
Use your arms for hold me tight,
Baby i don't want to fight no more
The weapons you're using
Are hurting me bad,
And someday you're gonna see,
'cos my love for you baby,
Is the truest you've ever had.
A soldier of love is hard to be.
Lay down your arms of love,
And let the peacefully.
Lay down your arms of love
And surrender to me, yeah.
Use your arms for squeezing,
And please the one that you want to hold.
Soldier of love,
Baby lay down your arms,
Soldier of love,
Baby lay down your arms.
song performed by by Beatles
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