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This girl of mine
This girl of mine
Shes so kind and sweet
Fills my heart with cheer
Fills it to the brim
This girl of mine
Shes so mysterious
Fills my head with thought
Fills it with such easy
This girl of mine
Oh so honest and real
Always fills my sight
Never again to be blind
In good
In bad
In best
In worst
In rich
In poor
In happiness
In sadness
In anger
In confusion
No mater what happens
She shall forever remain
This girl of mine.
(not like most of my poems, but it was 3 am in the morning and I wrote it for our 18 month anniversary.)
poem by Justin Jones
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Quhen a man is full of lust, his wemb is full of leasing.
The Haymakers’ Song
HERE’S to him that grows it,
Drink, lads, drink!
That lays it in and mows it,
Clink, jugs, clink!
To him that mows and makes it,
That scatters it and shakes it,
That turns, and teds, and rakes it,
Clink, jugs, clink!
Now here ’s to him that stacks it,
Drink, lads, drink!
That thrashes and that tacks it,
Clink, jugs, clink!
That cuts it out for eating,
When March-dropp’d lambs are bleating,
And the slate-blue clouds are sleeting,
Drink, lads, drink!
And here ’s to thane and yeoman,
Drink, lads, drink!
To horseman and to bowman,
Clink, jugs, clink!
To lofty and to low man,
Who bears a grudge to no man,
But flinches from no foeman,
Drink, lads, drink!
poem by Alfred Austin
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The death scythe never mows grass.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Oxford Cheese Ode
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.
And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to fill their mows,
Both wheat and barley, oats and peas
But still their greatest boast is cheese.
And you must careful fill your mows
With good provender for your cows,
And in the winter keep them warm,
Protect them safe all time from harm,
For cows do dearly love their ease,
Which doth insure best grade of cheese.
To us it is a glorious theme
To sing of milk and curds and cream,
Were it collected it could float
On its bosom, small steam boat,
Cows numerous as swarm of bees
Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.
poem by James McIntyre
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Music Fills Our Souls
Music fills our souls,
so we can keep dancing,
out win the devils steps,
out dance him once and for all,
Music fills our souls,
the notes that are applied,
the sounds they project,
refill our hope, strength and desire,
so we may dance on,
this crazy marathon,
Music fills our souls,
it give us cause to rejoice,
a reason to keep the steps in stride,
a feeling of serenity,
a vital component to survive,
Music fills our souls,
we know we could not do this alone,
so we asked our gifted friends,
to help us in our quest,
Music fills our souls,
our friends came along,
put the melody in the air,
the passion in our souls,
Music fills our souls,
by the love and grace,
our friends have shown,
Music fills our souls,
Debbie Nicholson copyright@2009
poem by Debbie Nicholson
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Holes get filled
Holes in skills, the voice fills them.
Holes in voice, the skill fills them.
Holes in both, the tune fills them.
Holes in all, the figure fills them
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Darkness
the darkness fills the air
i dream yet i do not feel
i see yet i am blind
what is this life i ask
i do not know
i do not know
i feel yet i am numb
i see your smile
i see your pretty face
my heart beats for you
this i know this i know
i can not tell you this
i know i know yes i know
i dream yet i cannot see
a world of darkness
fills the air that i breathe
why must it be this way
i don`t know i don`t know
i cannot see i cannot see
the darkness fills my heart
the darkness fills my life
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Singing
If the words are good and true,
it’s as if the centre of all things
fires and fills; informs the heart;
the heart, the chest and lungs;
the lungs, the unhesitating throat;
space fills the head and voice:
and then, no longer pupil,
but the teacher of the world;
hearing from the centre of that sound
that sound itself may bring about all things.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Good Morning
As the sun rises
and its rays gleam off
the morning dew.
As the birds began
to chirp a new day
tune.
The aroma
of hot java
fills the air.
I open my eyes
and see another
one of God’s days.
I just got say
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning.
To My Heart
Love is water mild
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With pleasure
As it flows.
Love is fire tender
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With delight
As it burns.
Love is air gentle
To my heart;
It fills my heart
With gladness
As it goes.
poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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Even on the drum level, it's all about stating your theme, going back to certain things that need to be emphasized, not doing fills for the sake of doing fills.
Then I became a mother and it just fills every space, that isn't filled with something else important. It's just like this incredible balloon that blows up and fills life up.
quote by Thandie Newton
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This Pain Fills Me
This pain fills me
this pain of emptiness
a pain that doesn't go away
a pain of longing for
what I don't have
having what I don't want
a pain of the past
and also the future
a pain that nobody cares I have
a pain that I have every day
this pain fills me
from the soles of my feet
to the top of my head
I am filled
my soul is dim
the pain is a killer
it wants to take over
I fight
with what might I have left
I fight this pain
I just want this burden
to be gone
so I may be free
I just want this pain
that fills me
gone
poem by Amber Kangas
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Without You
I am so gentle when she is around
Her eyes like a blue sky surround
Calm breeze blows like perfume
She smiles like a rising moon
She brings out the finest stars
Fills the winter with flowers
When she calls joy fills my day
When she goes life seems far away
Some seek the world and its gold
Without you the garden has no soul
God sees me on my knees
Without you I am so incomplete
All this beauty fills the world
So much love to let unfurl
What am I without your kiss?
Oh! If I could have one wish
It would be that you love me
Forever and ever you love me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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She Makes My Day
I feel so lucky loving her
Tell me what else is magic for
She thinks its better left unsaid
She makes her mind up at a glance
It really made a difference
I seem to be unconditionally hers
Shes like a new girl every day
And all the rest dont bother me
Im far too busy lovin her
Ill never be lonely now I know her
(she
Now I know her
She fills my heart with joy
(thats in our best interest. she makes my day)
She just has to smile to blow my cares away
(she
She just has to touch my hand to make me stay
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Our love was unintentional
She says were not responsible
She thinks with her chin up
She always makes uncommon sense
Always knows just what to say
She always takes me unawares
In less time than it takes to fall down here
And there you are
We never fought it anyway
Ill never be lonely now I know her
(she
She fills my heart with joy
(thats in our best interest. she makes my day)
She just has to smile to blow my cares away
(
She just has to touch my hand to make me stay
I feel so lucky loving her
Tell me what else is magic for
She thinks its better left unsaid
She makes her mind up at a glance
It really made a difference
I seem to be unconditionally hers
Shes like a new girl every day
And all the rest dont bother me
Im far too busy lovin her
Ill never be lonely now I know her
(she
She fills my heart with joy
(thats in our best interest. she makes my day)
She just has to smile to blow my cares away
(
She just has to touch my hand to make me stay
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
Shes all good lovin at once
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Sanctuary
Poetry is my sanctuary,
To which I withdraw
Very quietly,
When the madness
Outside and within,
Fills me with distress.
The act of writing,
Works like meditation
When, the very awareness of breathing,
Each inhalation and exhalation,
Fills me
With a lightness of being.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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