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Srivastav
Electric,
Fornsic,
Genetic;
I know that you are very brilliant and,
I need your muse!
And like the sweet muse of your love.
The serpent,
Carried away!
But, the earth opened her mouth and swallowed the flood;
And the inhabitants didi watch.
Your love is so delicious to me!
Your act is so sweet to me,
Your muse is so lovely to me,
But, i am Srivastav with the muse of love;
And, i have some jobs for you to take care of.
So nice and so delicious! !
My works,
My words,
Your works,
Your words,
His works,
His words,
Her works,
Her words;
And like the sweet muse of love!
But the new ones are like a welcome message to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Conceited Mistake
Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it
It couldn't bear
To see itself to hear of itself
It invented all manner of things
Just to prove
that it didn't really exist
It invented space
To put its proofs in
And time to keep its proofs
And the world to see its proofs
All it invented
Was not so silly
Nor so small
But was of course mistaken
Could it have been otherwise
Trans. Anne Pennington
Anonymous submission.
poem by Vasko Popa
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Your Works Of Art
Your new works,
Your new love,
Your new art,
Your new words,
Your new book;
Imagine holding it for the first time!
For your works of art depicts your emotions;
But one day, many will come to the understanding of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When You Say You Love Me You Need Not Mean It
when you say you love me you need not mean it
i do not demand that the love i get be pure
nothing about its sanctity is a condition of my flesh
i always understand how this world works
how each creature finds a way to survive
that is why i do not really demand much
i do not even pay attention
i do not weigh words
because words are just words
and sometimes they hurt
purposely
i do not demand that you mean it
for there were many times when i also say them
without any meaning at all
let me tell once again: what 's love got to do with 'it'?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Love Thee
I love thee—I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say;—
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day;
The very echo of my heart,
The blessing when I pray:
I love thee—I love thee!
Is all that I can say.
I love thee—I love thee!
Is ever on my tongue;
In all my proudest poesy
That chorus still is sung;
It is the verdict of my eyes,
Amidst the gay and young:
I love thee—I love thee!
A thousand maids among.
I love thee—I love thee!
Thy bright hazel glance,
The mellow lute upon those lips,
Whose tender tones entrance;
But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs
That still these words enhance,
I love thee—I love thee!
Whatever be thy chance.
poem by Thomas Hood
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There are so many clues and feelings in the world that it makes a mystery and a mystery means there's a puzzle to be solved. Once you think like that you're hooked on probably finding a meaning, and there're many avenues in life where we're given little indications that the mystery can one day be solved. We get little proofs, — not the big proof — but the little proofs that keep us searching.
quote by David Lynch
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The End of Good Works
Many souls religious at their best, will surely fail their final test,
A test that man created friend, where good works are their end,
Ignoring The Words of The Son, God’s Only, True Chosen One,
Christ’s very words, “It is finished”; His Salvation is diminished.
Religion is man’s way to God, from down upon the earth’s sod,
In their works, they add to faith, ignoring Christ’s Saving Grace,
Letting religion guide their way, ignoring what Christ has to say,
Final words spoken by The Son, words from Him, for everyone.
Every religion is created by man; a salvation, not of God’s plan,
Led by the one who lied to Eve, so the religious, he will deceive,
Creating religions formed by men, of which, God shall condemn,
When Christ judges every nation, not by works but His salvation.
God, from above, sent His Lamb, Jesus Christ, The Great “I Am”.
To bring salvation to every land, Truth, all men must understand,
The Lord, who died on a tree, finishing salvation for you and me,
As Christ alone is the only way, no matter what religion does say.
All, who ignore the words of Christ, shall never enter Eternal Life,
As Christ alone paid the price, so that man could enter Paradise,
Good works won’t work friend, as many shall see come the end,
Ignoring Christ’s words on Calvary, will only bring wrath eternally.
(08/2011)
The Very Wise Woman
The very wise woman she said to her son
If you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone
With what she said I for one cannot disagree
She does seem a very wise person to me
The truth in her words I have come to realize
For one in her early thirties she does seem so wise
She said to her son your love of self to love of others expand
Of how love works she is one who does understand
Wisdom does not have an age to it as we have been told
A marvellous insight from a young mother to her nine year old
And since self love is a sibling of compassion and ruth
Her words to her son in them have the beauty of truth
If you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone
The very wise woman she said to her son.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Chaela
I love your works,
I love your muse,
I love your mind;
And, love is simple and true! !
So call in Chaela to listen to my words;
For, love hurts no one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Trouble With Never
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(tony martin/mark nesler)
If I never think about her, Ill never miss her at all
Never wonder what shes doin, never give her a call
Never see her again and Ill be free as a bird
But the trouble with never is never, never works
If I never bring her flowers, Ill never see her smile
If I never try to kiss her, shell never drive me wild
And Ill never feel the need to say those three little words
But the trouble with never is never, never works
I know how to stay carefree, let no one get a hold on me
But I cant keep my hands off her
Theres something different bout this girl
If I never let me love her, Ill never settle down
And Ill never put roots in this God forsaken town
And Ill never say I do or step foot in a church
But the trouble with never is never, never works
I know how to stay carefree, let no one put a hold on me
But I cant keep my hands off her
Theres something different bout this girl
If I never think about her, Ill never miss her at all
Never wonder what shes doin, never give her a call
Never see her again, and Ill be free as a bird
Oh, but the trouble with never is never, never works
Yeah, the trouble with never is never, never works
At least not with her
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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A Heartache In The Works
(chet biggers/melba montgomery)
This ole heart of mine
Is now showing signs
From the wear and tear of times
You have taken it and crushed it
Then came close to throwing it away
Holding on to someone who dont love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
Its a heartache in the works
Looking through my tears
Its hard to see you care
When I know that you dont hear
When I lie away beside you
And cry til I see the light of day
Holding on to someone who dont love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
Its a heartache in the works
Its hard to keep surviving
When love is slowly dying
And all the pain without keeps building up
Holding on to someone who dont love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
Its a heartache in the works
Holding on to someone who dont love the same way that you do
Always hits right where it hurts
Its a heartache in the works
Its a heartache in the works
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Friendship
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving
Thy strong regard for me,
Make me no vows. Lip-service is not loving;
Let thy faith speak for thee.
Swear not to me that nothing can divide us-
So little such oaths mean.
But when distrust and envy creep beside us
Let them not come between.
Say not to me the depths of thy devotion
Are deeper than the sea;
But watch, lest doubt or some unkind emotion
Embitter them for me.
Vow not to love me ever and for ever,
Words are such idle things;
But when we differ in opinions, never
Hurt me by little stings.
I'm sick of words: they are so lightly spoken,
And spoken, are but air.
I'd rather feel thy trust in me unbroken
Than list thy words so fair.
If all the little proofs of trust are heeded,
It thou are always kind,
No sacrifice, no promise will be needed
To satisfy my mind.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Vinod
Multicultural love,
Tell me why you are now crying?
Multicultural colours,
Tell me why you now worried?
Multicultural languages,
Tell me why you cannot break through? !
For, i am like an open door to you all;
So, come and enter in! !
And, let others know that, i do care for you all.
Read it out,
Words of love and works of peace;
For i am Vinod in the land of joy!
And, i do have my romantic words to satisfy you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wasted Works
For years I sat at my desk,
writing words no one wanted to hear.
Wasted works of love,
with each page overflowing
with sunshine and pain.
They made a lovely bonfire,
to keep me warm when winter came.
The flames licked at every word,
that my pen had written.
When fire was finished
I dug a hole, and put the ashes in.
Finally covering them with earth,
buried those wasted works within.
poem by David Harris
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Missionary zeal does not grow out of intellectual beliefs, nor out of theological arguments, but out of love. If I do not love a person I am not moved to help him by proofs that he is in need; if I do love him, I wait for no proof of a special need to urge me to help him.
quote by Roland Allen
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The Magic Of His Designs
The magic of His designs
all around us we see,
the working of His divine skill
nature continually displays
and in mysterious ways
His unending love
works selflessly
falling for evermore
like showers from above
and even if we do not want to admit
that He exists and judge His works
by our own feeble sense
make statements by our science
we still do err in incompetence
while His works persist,
His amazing grace and love stays boundless.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mintah William
Sieve, believe, grieve;
And like the muse of 'Mintah William' in the land of my birth;
Succeed, proceed, seed, creed, heed, weed, breed!
With words of love and works of peace;
But, my mind is still on you.
Greed, reed, freed, treed, peed, need, deed, feed!
Searching around and looking for you;
But, i do hope to meet you one day,
For the muse of this village is all about the works of your people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Works Of Love
Time is passing by
Now works of love to be done
No more words of love
poem by Asif Andalib
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A Fruitful Hill
Small works, Big City;
Big works, Small City;
Like the tale of two cities.
Here comes the Bride and the bridegroom,
True love is sweeter than honey;
I am on the fruitful hill with words.
Sauerkraut on my table,
true love is sweeter than the honeycomb;
Yes, a virtuous woman is a crown to her husband.
Apples of gold,
A kiss on the lips;
Beyond the River of Ethiopia.
Like the choicest vine,
Life on the fruitful hill;
The day of the wedding crowns it all.
The purple rain,
The purple cushion,
A fruit so sweet to my taste;
Refresh me with sweet apples.
The gold of Sheba,
The fruit of Lebanon,
Let the earth be glad around you;
Flaming fire,
Swarms of flies,
Let the heavens rejoice around you;
Big works, Small City;
Small works, Big City;
A tale of two cities with the love of a muse,
The humble shall see and rejoice always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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