Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
quote by Georges Bernanos
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Summer flowers
Flowers so colourful and bright,
In their glory in the sun's light,
At home amid the summer's heat,
Giving out a perfume so sweet,
The summer flowers are perfect,
In near enough every aspect,
So effortlessly they distract,
As one's attention they attract,
Countless different kinds carve their mark,
Throughout every meadow and park,
There for us to enjoy and pick,
As we waste our days and frolic,
Such beautiful gifts flowers make,
Though not when sentiments are fake,
They prevent scenes from seeming bleak,
When they're absent they're what we seek.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Early Morning Breeze
I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
Closing it behind me and away I do run
To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
In the meadow I go walking in the early morning breeze
I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
Freeing it I watch it as it flies away from me
To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
Chorus:
Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breeze
Misty-eyed I look about the meadow where I stray
For its there I find the courage to greet the coming day
For there among the flowers I kneel gently to my knees
To have a word with God in the early mornig breeze
2nd chorus:
A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breez
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Last Night I Dreamt Your Perfume
Last night I dreamt your perfume
While I held you in my hand
Last night I dreamt your perfume
You will never understand
The way you make me feel
The promise that you give
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Lost in those dreams I live
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Arched fingers cupped your breast
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Felt your warm breath brush my chest
With gel coat slide I gripped you
Sensation through my veins
Last night I dreamt your perfume
She who bears no name
Last night I dreamt your perfume
Your body meshed with mine
Last night I dreamt your perfume
A guilty pleasure, sweet, sublime
Quiet by my pillow
Your touch I never feel
Last night I dreamt your perfume
This morning, wished you real
poem by Bill Smith
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Sonnet: Man Must Do The Will Of God
When clouds give rain and Sun gives warmth and light,
When trees give shade and flowers, fruits, perfume,
When God gives sleep and food gives muscle-might,
Why can't men sweat at work; not fret and fume?
When birds sing songs to glorify Nature,
When wind blows cool from sea to land as breeze,
When air gives breath and skies at night rapture;
Why men curse God and dwell on earth sans peace?
When God gave time so precious and fleeting,
When things of worth all men can surely do,
When brain works well, heart always keeps beating,
Why should most souls on earth the demons woo?
When Nature works as per the Will of God;
Why can't all human beings, made from clod?
poem by John Celes
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Danny Boy
The valley is hushed
The flowers are all dying
The meadow is white with the winter snow
Lord as I stand at the place where daddies lying
I say a silent prayer and somehow I know
He hears me there, though soft I tread above him
So now he sleeps in peace
His danny boys come home
................. the pipes the pipe are calling
From glen to glen and down the moutainside
The summers gone and all the leaves are falling
Its you, its you must go and I must bide
O come ye back when the sun shines on the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
For Ill be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh danny boy, oh danny boy I love you so
I close my eyes and still I can see
Him standing there on the hill
Tears filled his eyes as he waved goodbye to me
I cant forget, I guess I never will
He said, the valley is hushed
The flowers are all dying
The meadow is white with the winter snow
Come find the place
Where you know that Ill be lying
Say a silent prayer
So Ill know
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Give Peace A Chance
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"ah, this is what we came for really...
It's, eh...'give peace a chance' so sing along with it.
I've forgotten all the bits in between but i know the chorus so..."
Ein, schwei, ein, schwei, drei, vier!
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Bagism and dragism and bagism and shagism-ism,
That-ism, prisonism, ism, ism.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
Castration, united nations, congratulation,
Maybe, maybe.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
John and yoko, eric clapton, klaus voorman,
Penny lane, roosevelt, nixon, tommy jones and
Tommy cooper, that's all there.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Give Peace A Chance
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-"ah, this is what we came for really...
It's, eh...'give peace a chance' so sing along with it.
I've forgotten all the bits in between but i know the chorus so..."
Ein, schwei, ein, schwei, drei, vier!
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Bagism and dragism and bagism and shagism-ism,
That-ism, prisonism, ism, ism.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
Castration, united nations, congratulation,
Maybe, maybe.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout:
John and yoko, eric clapton, klaus voorman,
Penny lane, roosevelt, nixon, tommy jones and
Tommy cooper, that's all there.
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Perfume 'A La Larissa
“A La Larissa” perfume has appeared!
The fragrance of it is great and neared.
It’s just for your elegance and intelligence.
It’s not for the masses!
It’s for the women in the evening dresses.
It’s for the ladies of extra classes.
This perfume is an explosion of warmth,
It gives you real sexual storms.
It gives you the enveloping notes,
It rises up your best emotes,
It’s a heady memorable ode,
It’s the mode of a highly sort of perfume.
You’ll feel comfortable with it at any ballroom.
It’s eccentric smell will make you feel so well.
When you are in the evening gown,
It will turn all heads on its own.
This perfume is really the best.
The best and… out of the rest!
Just a dropp of it and…you are on the top.
And a dropp and …you’ll be for sure the pop.
What a prestige! What a delight!
Magic perfume “ A La Larissa”! ! !
You can only hear men’s whisper:
She is a vanquisher!
Is she a princess from Saragossa?
Oh, no! This aroma is from Odessa!
It has the smell of the Black Sea.
It has the fragrance of an acacia tree.
“A La Larissa’ perfume is just fantastic!
It’s so poetic and esthetic!
It smells the rain, it smells the snow!
The world of all flowers it shows!
With “A La Larissa” you’ll understand
What real art is on our land.
Using “A La Larissa”
You’ll get the ocean of sensation.
You’ll get your impersa
And…it will cause a poet’s inspiration.
It will give you the best charm,
It will give you the tenderness alarm.
You’ll be out of masses an exception!
You’ll be … The Lady Perfection!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 5th of October,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Prayer To St. Peter
Let them in peter for they are very tired give them couches where the angels sleep and light those fires let them wake whole again to brand new dawns fired by the sun not war-times
Dy guns may their peace be deep remember where the broken bodies lie god knows how young they were to have to die give them things they like let them make some noise give dance hal
Ds not golden harps to these our boys let them love peter for they've had no time they should have bird songs and trees and hills to climb the taste of summer and a ripened pear
Irls sweet as meadow wind and flowing hair and tell them how they are missed but say not to fear it's gonna be all right with us down here
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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A Prayer To St. Peter
Let them in peter for they are very tired give them couches where the angels sleep and light those fires let them wake whole again to brand new dawns fired by the sun not war-times
Dy guns may their peace be deep remember where the broken bodies lie god knows how young they were to have to die give them things they like let them make some noise give dance hal
Ds not golden harps to these our boys let them love peter for they've had no time they should have bird songs and trees and hills to climb the taste of summer and a ripened pear
Irls sweet as meadow wind and flowing hair and tell them how they are missed but say not to fear it's gonna be all right with us down here
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Little Things
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Been around the whole world, still aint seen
Nothin like my neighborhood
And of all the fancy satin and silk
My white cotton feels so good
Searched high and low for a place
Where I can lay my burdens down
Aint nothin in the whole wide world
Like the piece that I have found
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring
(the little things) its the little things
And joy they bring
As simple as a phone call just to make it known
That youre gonna be a little late
Pure as a kiss on a cheek in a word
That everything will be okay
Call in the mornin from my little sister
Singin to me, happy birthday
In the quest for fortune and fame
Dont forget about the simple things
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring, yeah
(the little things) its the little things
And joy
Give me some roomful, give me seclusion
Give me some peace of mind
Bring me some sunshine, bring me some blue sky
Runnin round in circles, lost my focus
Lost sight of my goal
I do this for the love of music
Not for the glitter and gold
Got everything that I pray for
Even a little more
When I ask to learn humility
This is what I was told
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring, its the little things
(the little things) its the little things
Oh...hee...
Give me my guitar, bring me a bright star
Give me new clothes, give me some cute shoes
Give me a ladder, give me some matter
Bring me my peace of mind
Give me some stevie, give me some donny
Give me my daddy, give me my mommy
Pour me some sweet tea, spoonful of honey
I dont need no hollywood
song performed by by India Arie
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I Cannot See
I cannot see the flowers
if you're not with me.
I cannot even smell them.
Their perfume is lost on me.
I cannot see the birds fly
if you're not with me.
Their wingless flight escapes
along with their melody.
I cannot see the butterflies
if you're not with me.
The beauty of their colors
are only a memory
of when I saw all these things
and love was in full bloom
when the flowers, birds and butterflies
lifted my lonely gloom.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Across the Meadow
Across the meadow
Across the sea
Their life is brighter
Their life you should see
Across the meadow
Across the sea
Their leader so sagacious
To there, why don't we flee?
Across the meadow
Across the sea
Life is greener on the other side
Same goes for the village
Across the meadow and across the sea
Close your eyes, and then you will see
poem by Solomon Crane
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Flowers in Meadows
A meadow with flower bed a breath taking sight
giving feeling of
nature is still there to give awesome feeling of our life
taking away all stress,
air there is as fresh as dew drops on flower bed,
green leaves move to sing a song to be heard as well.
butterfly in flowers filling if anything left for sight,
lucky to have,
moments precious to be treasured for life time,
A meadow with flower bed is itself a world knowing true meaning of goodness and best.
poem by Hemu Gupta
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Autumn Crocuses
The meadow is poisonous but pretty in the autumn
The cows that graze there are slowly poisoned
Meadow-saffron the colour of lilac and of shadows
Under the eyes grows there your eyes are like those flowers
Mauve as their shadows and mauve as this autumn
And for your eyes' sake my life is slowly poisoned
Children from school come with their commotion
Dressed in smocks and playing the mouth-organ
Picking autumn crocuses which are like their mothers
Daughters of their daughters and the colour of your eyelids
Which flutter like flowers in the mad breeze blown
The cowherd sings softly to himself all alone
While slow moving lowing the cows leave behind them
Forever this great meadow ill flowered by autumn
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Departed
In the balcony where you used to stand
The sun reflects vacantly
You are in a distant land.
The flowers your hands plucked
Blossom and wilt without your touch
They miss you so much.
The winds that brought your smell
Now moan dull odorless
They can't touch your face.
From the grief-laden sky
Drops as tears the morning dew
With them all I miss you!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Cow
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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0010 A day, a meadow, a miracle
This is the meadow.
It slopes from bright South
down to the West and North
from the primroses in the southern hedge
down through the violets, sometimes white,
in the western hedge tipping down
to the rabbit warren and
down to the wild garlic
in perpetual shadow in the northern ditch
shouting among the nettles
this is where, each morning in May,
the world is made anew;
there are more wild flowers in this meadow
than you’ll ever see together –
cowslips, oxslips, pink mayflowers,
wild orchids, red scabious,
yellow celandines, clover, cuckoo-pint...
and as the sun curves slowly round,
and the shadow moves aside,
the flowers, saturated with the morning dew,
shine each with a crystal drop
and it’s not until you step among them
and a small cloud of moths and butterflies rise up,
that you see the meadow is so full of life,
sipping its daily bread of dew
and in an hour or so, pollen, honey;
every day this meadow
invites, invents anew
words fresh as dew –
joy, constancy, innocence,
love, freedom, rest,
wonder, praise, and gratitude –
if every day this miracle,
what of tomorrow
and the heart?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dearest Mother
When I was a child, you showed me a meadow of flowers.
You told me their names and we stayed there for hours.
Buttercups glistened as they drank the sun's rays
Amongst bluebells that glowed in their majestic ways.
I played in the meadow, but loved holding your hand.
You taught me about life and helped me understand
That love, like these flowers, though silent, can voice
A splendiferous message when it's my choice,
To express love with actions like forgive and forget;
To greet all with a smile and be glad that we've met;
To lead a colorful, bountiful life and have fun,
Praising the heavens as do flowers the sun.
This selfless love that you've forever shown me
Has opened my eyes so that I'll always see
The softness that buttercups and bluebells display
With their colors and scents that can lighten life's way.
Thank you, dearest mother, for your hand from the start.
Though flowers will fade, your love lives deep in my heart.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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To Mommio
When I was a child, you showed me a meadow of flowers.
You told me their names and we stayed there for hours.
Buttercups glistened as they drank the sun’s rays
Amongst bluebells that glowed in their majestic ways.
I played in the meadow, but loved holding your hand.
You taught me about life and helped me understand
That love, like these flowers, though silent, can voice
A splendiferous message when it’s my choice,
To express love with actions like forgive and forget;
To greet all with a smile and be glad that we’ve met;
To lead a colorful, bountiful life and have fun,
Praising the heavens as do flowers the sun.
This selfless love that you’ve forever shown me
Has opened my eyes so that I’ll always see
The softness that buttercups and bluebells display
With their colors and scents that can lighten life’s way.
Thank you, dearest mother, for your hand from the start.
Though flowers will fade, your love lives deep in my heart.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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