We speak them fairest when thoughts are falsest and wile the wisest of hearts.
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Elderly Women Behind The Counter In A Small Town
i seem to recognize your face
haunting, familiar, yet i can't seem to place it
cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
lifetimes are catching up with me
all these changes taking place, i wish i'd seen the place
but no one's ever taken me
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
i swear i recognize your breath
memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldn't recall, for i'm not my former
it's hard when, you're stuck upon the shelf
i changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
perhaps that's what no one wants to see
i just want to scream...hello...
my god its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
but now here you are, and here i am
hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...away...
hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
hearts and thoughts they fade...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Fragile Heroes
writing writing writing in agitated states
until the truth comes out.
shivering, weeping with a heart that leaps
past obstacles. see the lonely boy-
lonely boys are everywhere.
if you are a boy and you are lonely,
you feel quite nobel you know?
your thoughts are somewhere you were
in your early days, and somewhere they
will return.
lonely boys can wander anywhere, because
their thoughts and dreams are assailed
by interminable thoughts of family, the world
seems hostile for a while, then the lonely
boys eventually find some way of
carrying their family thoughts
on the outside, and then they become
fragile heroes.
afraid to speak, but with impetuous
sparks in their hearts.
if you ever feel this way be sure
to let me know and we could speak
for days.
poem by Jorgen Doyle
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Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Mirror Minds
Mirror Mirror in my hand;
who is the fairest in the land?
Who is the one of whom all love to speak;
from nobility, rich famous stars, to lowly meek?
Who is the one all love to see
fairest of them all, all do agree?
It’s me It’s me It’s me
screams all self reflections, themselves, like to see.
Me Me Me Me;
shouts supreme legendary, vanity, with youthful glee.
New ego appointee, vanity recruit, adoptee;
future improvisers extraordinaire; hustling butt, we can guarantee.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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And to say that society ought to be governed by the opinion of the wisest and best, though true, is useless. Whose opinion is to decide who are the wisest and best?
quote by Thomas Babington
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English Manners
English people
say hello.
Drizzled smiles
captivate hearts.
Innocent looks
speak aloud
elegant thoughts.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Further Afric Echoes
By gar! I tell-a you, t'ings don't stop
Since da war he come wit' a rush,
When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fish shop,
He sack-a Black Sam, da slush.
I tella you how Nick t'row Sam out
An' say for to notta come back;
An' I tella how Sam play turn about
An' launch-a da count' attack.
Well, t'ings dey move like da grease-a-da-light.
Nick speak-a to four, five friend,
An' he say: 'We make-a raid tonight
An' bringa dis war for end.'
So dey find-a where Sam an' his friends hang out,
An' dey snap-a da fing' at da law
When dey make-a da plan for da midnight rout
An' da dirty sock-a-da-jaw.
But Sammo he got da spy in da camp,
An' he catch-a da hint what drp,
So he spill-a da tale of Nicka da scamp
In da ear of da corner-a cop.
Den da cop meet Nick an' his friends dat night
An' make t'rcat for the runnin' dem in
But Nick say: 'Call-a you'seluf da white
For proteck black Abb-da-sin?'
Say da cop: 'Datta be about all from you.
More bettra you buzz off, lad,
Or you cool-a da heel, an' you cobber, too.'
Den Nicko he wile like-a mad.
An' he say: 'Do dey smash-a my shop, by gar,
An' I catch-a no compensaish'?
Santa da Luce! What you t'inkin' you are
Da bloom-a League-a-da-Naish?'
Den Nick get wile, an' his frien's get wile,
An' da cop get wile like 'ell;
An' da lingua dey use, so you hear for a mile,
It not-a for me to tell,
But da cop he cool off by by an'-a by,
An' he say: 'Cut-a out da swank!
You make-a da peace, or me, I apply
Da eco-da-nomic sanc'.'
'Now I tells da boys (da cop he say)
From da ironwork out-a da back,
An' da girls from da jam-fac' over da way
To declare-a you' fry-fish black!
What-a you do den, Mista Musso-da-lin?
Datta food for t'ink, ole quince.'
But Nicko, he grinnin' da sickly grin;
An' he t'ink hard ever-a since.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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A Book of Wordsworth
Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
Are woven into my unworthy past.
The fragments of thy thoughts my memory yields
Grow dim at times, and yet they seem to last.
This little book of verses, covered red,
A gift to me, a gift of quiet rest,
Is filled with soothing words that thou hast said;
Some chosen thoughts, the wisest and the best;-
Sweet songs and gleanings from that inward eye;
The noise of bees the wind in daffodils;
The splendour of the sea and of the sky;
And Nature standing on the silent hills.
They words, thy thoughts, for me can never cease
To have that flavour of eternal peace.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Never Ending
I try to speak but I can only hear silence...
I say no words for that is how I feel... nothing
Only my thoughts can speak but only I can hear their low whispers...
They surround me at night speaking of you...
I try to shut them out...
but those never ending voices only speak louder...
Tormenting my heart until they get what they want...
I lay there and cry myself to sleep only to dream of your face...
Never ending thoughts;
Never ending voices;
Never ending dreams...
poem by Adela Myers
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All Over The World
With a pet at my side
God in the sky
Snow falling down
Freeze my body to the ground
I cant ride
But one more time
I will ride
All over the world
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different fround
You cant live easily
You cant even speak
But all of them speak
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Washed over the side
Top of the sky
Slow diver down
Two feet land on a different ground
You cant live easily
You cant even speak
Fish all of them speak
All over the world
A plain with no herd
Not even a bird
When one side is hot
The other side of the moon is not
Its just like a ride
Maybe some time
Theyll make it a ride
All over the world
I will meet you over there
I am going to meet you over there
Time is an arrangement
Time is an arranger
I am a derangement
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
I am all what Im taught
Better call the ranger
Got a train derailments
Better call the ranger
What Im taught
All I am are my thoughts
All my thoughts
All I am are my thoughts
What Im not
song performed by by Pixies
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The Winning Combination
How do people speak in the positive sense?
Their minds are offset by the ridiculousness in the mouth,
The speech uttered from above is to the heart
As thoughts are connected to other thoughts
To make a winning combination, a game has been suffered.
My sense is superior and believable by the outstanding men,
Understand me as I speak of the world and its pleasures.
The world flowers from its shoulders,
Bringing a war or two in the positive sense.
My people speak due to old age,
A maxim is too hard when remembered.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When my love did what I would not, what I would not
When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not.
Love is blind!"
When my love said what I say not, what I say not,
With a joyous laugh he quieted my fears,
Whispering, "Fairest, hearken not, for hear you may not.
Hath Love ears?"
When my love said, "Will you longer let me seek it?
Blind and deaf is she that doth not bid me come!"
All my heart said murmuring, "Dearest, can I speak it?
Love is dumb!
poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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Romance of Dunois
It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine,
But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary's shrine:
'And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,' was still the Soldier’s prayer;
'That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.'
His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword,
And followed to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;
Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry filled the air,
'Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair.'
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his Liege–Lord said,
'The heart that has for honour beat by bliss must be repaid.-—
My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.'
And then they bound the holy knot before Saint Mary's shrine,
That makes a paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine;
And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there
Cried, 'Honoured be the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair!'
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Voices From Amongst The Trees
Around me fall the autumn leaves
Within our hearts the future breathes
Voices from amongst the trees
Tell of freedom un-foretold.
Around me breaks the winter lake
Within our hearts old loves awake
Voices from beyond the gate
Tell of freedom from the shade.
Around me rise the springtime blooms
Below an reborn maiden moon
Voices speak of light from gloom
They speak of romance old.
Around me glows a summers green
Within our hearts the future dreams
All of nature grows, it gleams
Speaking words to never fade.
poem by David Lacey
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Beyond All Reason
I love you beyond all reason
My love, my sweet, my soul devout
For you are all that is beautiful
To the eye of my hearts mind
And what more could make me feel
Such pining and longing as you
When I look upon your smile
These eyes windows to my soul
Look inside and see your reflection
For all I choose to see is you my love
You who I call all beautiful
Of the fairest heart and gentle nature
You are the love personified in verse
As near perfect as I dare to speak
And what reason or understanding exists
In the throws of such unrelenting thought
No, there is none I know of
All that there is, is an exclamation
I love you beyond all reason
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Open Speech
Good friend of mine, you feel with me—
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Sonnet XII: My Spotless Love
My spotless love hovers with white wings
About the temple of the proudest frame,
Where blaze those lights fairest of earthly things
Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.
M'ambitious thoughts confined in her face
Affect no honor, but what she can give me;
My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;
I weigh no comfort unless she relieve me.
For she that can my heart imparadize
Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is:
My Fortune's wheel, the circle of her eyes,
Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.
All my life's sweet consists in her alone,
So much I love the most unloving one.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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