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A Sign Of Weakness
Smitten with Seetha, Ravana was killed.
Smitten with Juliet, Romeo laid his life.
Smitten with suspicion, Othello killed his wife.
Is to be smitten a passion or weakness?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Smitten
Who must I be for you to love me
Endlessly, hopelessly, like I, do you
And where do I touch, when I need to so much
In a rush, wish you trust like I do
And I have tried to please her (oh, yeah)
Much to my demise
Please say somethin' to ease my mind
She gets quiet every time
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Yeah, yeah
Tricked by her smile, she needs me for a while
And I yearn, in return I am burned
Confess, I'm a mess, and there ain't too much left
But if she asked for it I'd give it in a minute (ah, yeah)
And I have tried to please her (yes, I am)
Much to my demise
Please, please say somethin' to ease my achin' mind
She gets quiet every time
Every time
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less (now listen)
I'm the one with quiet anger in oblivion
Tear tracks smear the smile on my face
And I am deep in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, y'all
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less (care less, care less, care less)
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Care less (oh, yes)
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Yeah, she, she couldn't care less
She couldn't care less
There ain't nothin' I can do about it
No, no, no, no, no
There ain't nothin' I can do about it
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A military man can scarcely pride himself on having smitten a sleeping enemy; it is more a matter of shame, simply, for the one smitten.
quote by Isoroku Yamamoto
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Today... 'God's Fellow
The sword of Jehovah smote the Shepherd
and all the sheep of the fold were scattered.
The Good Shepherd was smitten by His God
when the pathway to Calvary He trod.
For our iniquities He was smitten
fulfilling what Zechariah had written.
By his stripes the price for our sins He paid
when our transgression upon Him were laid.
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Crush With Eyeliner
I know you
I know youve seen her
Shes a sad tomato
Shes three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her?
Shes a real woman-child
Oh my kiss breath turpentine
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
Have you seen her come around?
My crush with eyeliner
Im imbibed
Im infatuated
Its all too much passion
Shes all that I can take
What position should I wear?
Cop an attitude? (fake her)
How can I convince her? (fake her)
That Im invented too, yeah
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
We all invent ourselves
And you know me
Yeah, shes a sad tomato
Shes three miles of bad road
Shes her own invention (shes her own invention)
That gets me in the throat
What can I make myself be?
Life is strange, yeah (life is strange)
What can I make myself be (fake her)
To make her mine?
I am smitten
Ill do anything (Ill do anything)
A kiss breath turpentine,
My crush with eyeliner
I am smitten
You know me (yeah, you know me)
I could be your frankenstein
My crush with eyeliner
I am smitten
Im the real thing (Im the real thing)
Wont you be my valentine?
My crush with eyeliner
song performed by by REM
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Today... 'The Fellow Of The Lord of Hosts
The shepherd is smitten and the sheep have fled
It happened just as the Lord of Hosts had said
'A sword will strike the man that is my fellow'
And from His wounded side crimson blood shall flow
The deep wounds that He bore came from God's great wrath
From the land of the living He was cut off
And for our transgressions He was crucified
When there upon the cross He was pierced and died.
For smitten and acquainted with grief was He
As he hung there on Calvary's cross for me
The price for my sins He was willing to pay
To bring back this lost sheep that had gone astray
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Cuckoo
You stand like a rock, on top of the mountain
Run like a river, fall like a fountain
The grass still is growing, the wind still is blowing, about you
Reels like a strain, drinks like a scholar
Drown in this town, you can feel for one dollar
Since when were you bitten, where were you smitten
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a date, but seems like your brother
Seems like your father, your sister, your mother
Threw out in chains, wildhood and childhood, cuckoo
Drinks like a rogue, looks like no other
Looks like a dream, one you'll discover
Seems like its bitten, whence were you smitten, cuckoo
Cuckoo X4
Looks like a saint, drinks like a scholar
Dreams in this town you can buy for one dollar
Whence were you smitten, where were you bitten, cuckoo
Wrench like a chain(?), looks like no other
Your father, your mother, your sister, your brother
Have all since long gone, all since long gone
Cuckoo X4
Stand like a rock
You stand like a rock
Cuckoo, Cuckoo
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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When I get smitten, I stay smut.
quote by Charlie McCarthy
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the street musician
a smitten heart tinkles
into his hat
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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Minute(small) To Minute(time)
Mites
take little bites
smitten
to admire(love)
smite
as in strike.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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When I was young, I were caught [2]
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When I was young, I were caught
When I was young, I were caught
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and I were smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek,
I believed in your beauty and nobility,
I was like a brother, but more than in love
by your dark brown hair, your deep dark eyes
and you were the most beautiful of all women to me
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep.
I was like a brother, but more than in love
and whatever you did you were pure like a flower
and I knew that you were wonderful
with a beauty coming from somewhere deep
and sometimes I longed for you.
When I was young, I were caught
and I knew that you were wonderful
and I was smitten by your smile and the dimple in your cheek.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Luring, Being Away
I’ve been obsessed with heroines on screen.
They remain green as not seen in person.
I’ve been smitten with women in contact.
They stay intact as not made on contract.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Crocodile hunter
(A Terzanelle for Steve Irwin)
You walked into my heart
a man dedicated to humans and animals alike
and of it I felt part
of every trip, every hike
as if you came out of Africa, but you fitted in anywhere
a man dedicated to humans and animals alike
and you antics with crocodiles and wild beasts was broadcasted everywhere,
the image of the man in kaki shorts stays with me
as if you came out of Africa, but you fitted in anywhere
making your Australia great, your spirit remains free
and you paid the cost of this destiny driven life
the image of the man in kaki shorts stays with me
and like your beloved dog, child and wife
I am smitten down by your death
and you paid the cost of this destiny driven life
and with every breath
you walked into my heart
I am smitten down by your death
and of it I felt part.
poem by Gert Strydom
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SHARP tongued tempest
SHARP tongued tempest,
smitten with lust, a
wide eye spider with
a vacant smile, and a
antique full of shackles,
and broken clockes.
poem by David Gerardino
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I was immediately smitten with an attraction to this culture, not in the sense of high culture but of the basic way people behaved towards one another.
quote by Harry Mathews
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The dread god
When the dread god
rode to war
on his flaming chariot
and went right through the stars
and tried to take
the other angels with him,
he wanted to rise above
the Most High
and establish his throne
above the only God,
but fell out of the heaven
like a lightning bolt from the sky
and were smitten down
on to the earth.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Today... 'Man of Sorrows
Who has heard and believed the prophets word?
Who has ever seen the arm of the Lord?
You were stricken and smitten of Your God
both pierced and beaten by His awful rod.
For there You were crushed for our iniquities
and carried our sorrows and infirmities.
As by Your wounds each of us were made whole
when You suffered such wrath to save our soul.
No beauty or majesty to inspire
You'd an appearance no one would desire.
There in the dry ground You established root
and grew up before us like a tender shoot.
A man of sorrows acquainted with grief
and through Your oppression found no relief.
You were despised by men and rejected
Stricken and smitten of God and afflicted.
Surely You took up our infirmities
and You were crushed for our iniquities.
As there You were pierced for our transgression
and bore out affliction and aggression.
For all of us like sheep had gone astray
each one of us had turned to our own way.
But You, Lord, Who had done no violence,
bearing all our shame in complete silence.
As a sheep before its shearers is dumb
You kept silent and to death did succumb.
By oppression and judgement taken away
Cut off from the land of the living that day
But You will see of the travail of Your soul
see the multitudes that You have made whole.
For there You had poured out Your life in death
Saving your people in Your final breath.
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