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Sweet Springtime
It was in the prime
Of the sweet springtime
In the linnet's throat
Trembled the love note,
And the love-stirred air
Thrilled the blossoms there.
Little shadows danced,
Each a tiny elf
Happy in large light
And the thinnest self.
It was but a minute
In a far-off spring,
But each gentle thing,
Sweetly wooing linnet,
Soft thrilled hawthorn tree,
Happy shadowy elf,
With the thinnest self,
Live on still in me.
It was in the prime
Of the past springtime!
poem by George Eliot
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Written in your name
Written in your name
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Your name breaks my heart
In the silent perfection of night
Where we lay together awake
Into the late hour of the day
The look in your eyes
That smile you greet me with
Those little things you do
All add up together in my heart
Sewing it together again
I find myself afraid
Frightened I may lose you
That each little thread you sewn
Will slowly come undone
I say your name and smile
Realising how much you mean to me
How much it all breaks my heart
I long to talk to you
To hear your voice
To hold you in my arms
I say your name and I love you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Old Army Blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
The soldier did not seem to care
Let the enemy try to take if he dare;
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
Driving rain or snow wearing his blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
Being a soldier he could expect no better fare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
His fight done, read over with a prayer
Wrapped in the old grey Army blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
He did his duty few could compare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
poem by Derrick Fernie
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He who is false to the present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and you will see the effect when the weaving of a life-time is unraveled.
quote by William Ellery Channing
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Children
Has time come? I’m fully ready.
If we’ve sinned – there’s no a chance…
We – to prisons, they – to gladness…
Give to children – sun and grass!
When one’s child – the life’s thread’s thinner,
Days are shorter in that age…
Do not scold a little ‘sinner’,
Pet a child without edge.
You’re a looser if whenever
Cannot understand your child,
Drew child’s whisper – what’s a shame there!
Bigger shame – to raise his fright!
But the sinless children’s tears
Can’t be dried, tho’ you confess,
‘Tis because they always bear
Jesus Christ in holly rays.
But they which live like in prisons,
Whose arms are the thinnest threads…
People! Brothers! Aren’t these reasons
Why our peace is only death?
poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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Broken Thread
Broken Thread
Waking early I hear myself breathing
Covered up in my hand me down hand me down
Hiding under my patchwork freezing
With my wedding dress calling me, calling me
I dress myself in dis-function
Do I drown you in sympathy, sympathy
You could be my winter messiah
Scarred around and around me....around me
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
I choose to set you on fire
No-more wearing and tearing me, tearing me
Your still my only desire
And now it seems like your leaving me, freeing me, healing me.
Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
And now want to hand me down again.....
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
On a broken thread
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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Nearer To Us
Run and run towards deliverance
And find and gather everything
Deliverance and riches
Run so quickly the thread breaks
With the sound a great bird makes
A flag always soared beyond
poem by Paul Eluard
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The rope will break where it is thinnest.
Netherlands Antillean proverbs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Single Thread
Life is but a single thread
that stretches into infinity.
If the thread is ever broken
life then drifts away,
lost to the eons of eternal night.
There is no mending the thread
that is once severed,
no going back to recover.
Gone forever the control
it drifts endlessly away
into a greater light
than the one we know.
26 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Soon As My Heart Breaks
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my mind starts telling me
That Ive had enough
That Ive given all Ive got to you
With nothing in return
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as my soul stops aching for you
Then Ill be alright
Maybe I can sleep the night
Knowing that Im free again
But how can I walk on knowing youre the only one I need
Cant you see me
Soon as my heart breaks
Soon as I hide the tears I cry
That youll will never know
Holding back the side of me
That longs to leave but cant let go
And how can I move on knowing your love is the one I need
Cant you see m
Cause if my heart breaks
Ill have to find the strength
To say the words goodbye
Soon as my heart breaks
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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While some of us may know than others about certain things, it is the thinnest slice of all that is, or could be known. In that sense, we are all profoundly ignorant.
quote by Charles Osgood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When Love Breaks Down
My love and I
We work well together
But often we're apart
Absence makes the
heart lose weight, yeah
'Til love breaks down,
love breaks down
Oh my, oh my
Have you seen the weather
The sweet September rain
Rain on me
like no other
Until I drown, until I drown
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We are boxing clever
He'll never crowd me out
Both be free as old confetti
And paint the town, paint the town
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When loves breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We were high and climbing
Into the sky of blue
Loud with colours
of a rainbow
A changing view
Changing view
When love breoks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On Lake Temiscamingue
A single dreary elm, that stands between
The sombre forest and the wan-lit lake,
Halves with its slim gray stem and pendent green
The shadowed point. Beyond it without break
Bold brows of pine-topped granite bend away,
Far to the southward, fading off in grand
Soft folds of looming purple. Cool and gray,
The point runs out, a blade of thinnest sand.
Two rivers meet beyond it: wild and clear,
Their deepening thunder breaks upon the ear-
The one descending from its forest home
By many an eddied pool and murmuring fall-
The other cloven through the mountain wall,
A race of tumbled rocks, a road of foam.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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The Soul Breaks
THE SOUL BREAKS
The soul breaks.
Time breaks.
Everything we are breaks.
Nothing is always as it should be forever.
God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Morning Breaks Out
the morning breaks out in beauty
and I say hello to the storms
to the clouds and the blue
to the shore to the sea
the morning breaks out in love
and I say hello to the hearts
to the faces and the smiles
to the hands and to the eyes
the morning breaks out in wonder
and I say hello to the child
to the young to the old
to the living and the dead
the morning breaks out in hope
and I say hello to the horizon line
drawing the instinct pre-nature soul
within whose wisdom I'll daily dwell
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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