I'm just passionately in love with my kids.
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Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!But for my
Lord, who will embrace me passionately?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
Today, dear, this harsh winter closes in
And scares the frail ones like me.
My frozen little body sets our being ablaze!
But for my love, who will slake me?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my love, who will embrace me passionately?
Every single moment of this night is aeon to me!
How futile is my empty bed,
I thank heavens that I met Narsaiyya's Lord,
For I attained the Nectar of Immortality!
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my Lord, who will embrace me passionately?
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Into The Tunnel Of Fantasy
to kill love, one must imagine the ugliness
of a capture
a bird in a cage unable to sing
a lion lying low a tiger moving to and fro
inside bars
i once thought about a gun, a hand that pulls a trigger
to kill a love wasted as it is unrequited
on the other hand, it is the blood that dances upon each vein
a tongue singing
a mouth salivating
a heart doing its pumping
a rush of adrenalin
which keeps us so alive and so
why should i murder it with a forgetting?
i shall take it
hide it, and at night i shall imagine it with me
passionately, passionately
the face of love that finds its way
back to the secret tunnel
of fantasy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kids
Kids - kids, Christmas i-is for kids
Look around and you will see
Kids from one to ninety-three
Laughin', lovin' life and bein' kids
Kids - ki-i-i-ids, Christmas i-is for kids
Kids like you and little brother
Aunts and uncles, dads and mothers
Grandma, grandpa an' all the other kids
Daddy runs the 'lectric train
While all the children wait in vain
To take their turn
At playin' engineer
Grandpa catches grandma's cheek
And all the family sneaks a peak
And suddenly
Their wrinkles disappear
Take a look at Betty Joe
Underneath the mistletoe
Pretending that
She doesn't know it's there
And in the front yard Uncle Mike
Just fell off brother's brand new bike
There's Christmas cheer
And laughter everywhere
Kids (kids) - ki-i-i-ids (kids)
Christmas i-is for kids
Christmas time is here again
And now it's when the fun begins
This time of year we all turn into kids...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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You Better Sit Down Kids
Better sit down kids
Ill tell you why, kids
You might not understand, kids
But give it a try, kids
Now how should I put this
Ive got something to say
You mother is staying
But Im going away
No, were not mad, kids
Its hard to say why
Your mother and i
Dont see eye to eye
Say your prayers before you go to bed
Make sure you get yourself to school on
Time
I know youll do the things your mother
Asks
Shes gonna need you most to stay in
Line
Keep in mind your mothers gonna need
Your help a whole lot more than she
Ever did before
No more fights over little things
Because
I wont be here to stop them anymore
I know you dont want this, neither do
We
But sometimes things happen
That we cant foresee
Now try to be calm, kids
And dont look so sad
Just cause I am leaving
Ill still be your dad
Just remember I love you
And though Im not here
Just call if you need me
And Ill always be near
(repeat chorus)
Well, I have to go now
So kiss me goodbye
My eyes are just red, kids
Im too big to cry
song performed by by Cher
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Villanelle Of Marguerite's
'A little, _passionately, not at all?_'
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!
Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall?
It is but playing, and she will not care,
A little, passionately, not at all!
She would not answer us if we should call
Across the years: her visions are too fair;
And what care we how many petals fall!
She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall
With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair,
A little, passionately, not at all!
Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall,
Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear:
And what care we how many petals fall!
We pass and go: but she shall not recall
What men we were, nor all she made us bear:
'_A little, passionately, not at all!_'
And what care we how many petals fall!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Could You Love Me?
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
Could you love me,
At night.
And feed my appetite.
Now could you do this,
With another...
And another.
Could you kiss me passionately?
Take risks and submit totally.
Could you do this,
With me...
And another?
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
I remember the mending.
After bending and consenting.
I went through all the suffering.
But I don't want that,
On my mind.
Knowing you might be sometimes,
With another.
And another,
Any another
Now could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Right now, I do not like kids at all. I mean, I love my fans and everything, but when you have kids following you around all day, it's like, ""Ugh, kids!"" Maybe that will change when I get older.
quote by Vanessa Hudgens
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Welcome to my casting couch, but read the small print first
Where is the one
I used to love so passionately –
and who, I thought,
loved me so passionately too…?
good question..
Two hot, cool chicks,
Ellen Berscheid and Elaine Walster,
told me that…
(OK, ‘Interpersonal attraction’,
Freeman, NY,1978 – that’s
even before your parents knew…)
that we should distinguish carefully
between passionate love
that’s too hhot-t-t... not to grow cold…
and companionate (the slippered) love…
Give it six months they say.
And if you’re still on speaking terms,
come back and tell us what you’ve found…
So goodbye, dear, and Amen…
here’s hoping we’ll think, now and then…
it could be for keeps…
and perhaps the perfect gift,
the romantic film, the bottle,
nose candy or the pills,
the getaway, just-each-other holiday,
white sand, sun, palm trees at
a brochure’s distance -
and the whole damn cycle could
start all over again…
but... you cutest butt...:
come live with me and be my love,
and wrong, we’ll all researchers prove…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A World Without Kids
a world without kids
no one to call your own
a world without kids
no one to care for
a world without kids
no one to tuck in at night
a world without kids
no one to watch grow up
a world with out kids
no noe to tell right form wrong
a world without kids
it would not be a world anymore
poem by Arielle Harvey
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Here's the thing - I'm single, I haven't been married, I don't have kids yet. If I do have kids I would be interested to see them in my life, so here's a movie for kids and I'm in there and I'm supposed to be kind of funny for kids.
quote by Garry Shandling
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My two boys were the same ages as the kids in the show. In real life or in between the breaks I was raising two kids off camera who were not unlike the two kids who were being paid to be my kids.
quote by Alan Thicke
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Poor Poor Kids
Be quiet! Don't make a sound!
Speak when you're spoken to!
What awful fearful bounds
Speaking only on cue
Poor poor kids
You can't go out and play today!
It's punishment, unfitting the crime
This parental power display
For kids, like serving hard-time
Poor poor kids
Adults wield such power
They must be listened to
They can their poor kids cower
As they dim their kids world view
Power seeds have been sown
Hopefully they'll not sprout
So when kids are fully grown
Their kids will not self doubt
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Thank God For Kids
If it weren't for kids have you ever thought
There wouldn't be no Santa Clause
Look what the store just brought
Thank God for Kids
We'd all live in a quiet house
Without Big Bird or a Mickey Mouse
And Kool-aid on the couch
Thank God for Kids
Thank God for kids there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think? or wonder why?
The dearest thing to Heaven is a child
Daddy how does this thing fly?
A hundred other where's and why's
You really don't know but we try
Thank God for Kids
When you look down in those trustin eyes
That look to you, you realize
Its love that you can't buy
Thank God for Kids
Thank God for there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think? or wonder why?
The dearest thing to Heaven is a child
When you get down on your knees tonight
To thank the Lord for his guiding light
And pray they turn out right
Thank God for Kids
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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On the one hand, people think they own kids; they feel that they have the right to tell the kids what to do. On the other hand, people envy kids. We'd like to be kids our whole lives. Kids get to do what they do. They live on their instincts.
quote by David Duchovny
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Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
quote by Dostoyevsky
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I love music passionately. And because I love it I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
quote by Claude Debussy
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I love music passionately. And because l love it, I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it.
quote by Claude Debussy
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I remember really bonding with the first generation kids, the Chinese Canadian kids, and in high school bonding with the Latin kids and the East Indian kids. It was very interesting because it made me open to lots of musical sounds.
quote by Nelly Furtado
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