The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.
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Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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I also said, men are like curling irons, they never get out of your hair. And they are like government bonds, they take so long to mature.
quote by Kabir Bedi
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Chains
Who chained the humans Sir?
With bracelets, anklets and tassels
Made of gold, gold and all gold
Studded with precious jewels
Who chained the humans Sir?
With love, desires and lust
Bonds, bonds and all kinds of bonds
Of blood, flesh and hearts
Who chained the humans Sir?
With lands, kingdoms and scepters
Wants, wants, everlasting wants
Of greed, anger and power
Who can break the chains Sir?
You, the man, man and man!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Lives Tied In New Family Bonds
bonding is lives tied in family bonds
marriage union ties faith strong loyalties
new bonds consummated born ties
bonding is lives tied in firm family bonds
new bonds consummated born birth ties
marriage celebrations ties strong loyalties
marriage union ties bloodline loyalties
bonding is lives tied new life perpetuates
new bonds regenerate legacy possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lust Love and Infatuation
Just as any teen
on relationship matters I was so keen
flip-flopping the pages
there I was
Time to build my vocabulary,
I realized.
Bonds! people form bonds?
not the bonds of chemistry,
stronger than these it sounds
It last for years
if not lifetime
no other reaction can break it.
The aftermath of infatuation
(going by the dictionary,)
to Love its contrary
the hunky-parky is hell
Its more than a piercing blade.
The (pre-pain) is wonderful
Not my spherical dictionary
no the little figures can explain
superb, perfect, splendid, ...
Am sorry I cannot put it well.
It calls it infatuation
If you like it say lust
not enough? then use 'love'.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Hope For Him
O friend! Hope for Him whilst you live!
If your bonds are but an emptiness
Understand the prose of your Maker;
If you break the bonds of slavery
This day shall be mankind’s slaughter;
For in life we know this loves me
As I am a friend who bellows forth
Echoes in the valley of your desire.
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall
Have union with Him
Because it has passed from the body.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Other side of dream
all precious bonds
so precious till become
my memories, my life, my love
that's part of me
I have a name and you call my name
and my name return to me and become me
all that precious bonds
so when one by one
shining pearls falling
I'm too shock to hold it
I think you smiled clumsy
no, maybe you didn't give any expression
ah, actually I'm not sure
memory can be deviated
and the past always bright and beautiful
I can't imagine your tears
because you always laughed and shined
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Texture
It is not important,
What it does.
How it does it.
Or if it is viable,
To those who deem it as a need.
If it feels good.
And the texture of it is right...
It will be made to be in demand.
Felt and caressed between one's hands...
Before the stock market is closed!
With the booting of buns.
Whether they are tightly held or not!
'You mean 'bonds'? '
Buns, bonds, balls...
Whatever.
This is about texture!
The feel and the description of it!
Not what they are called.
But how they feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To The Summer Sun (Collins Sestets)
Her sheer loveliness is incomparable,
her close presence is so very able
to outstrip the pain, darkness of the soul,
daily she brings great joy, she makes me whole
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
Her voice is extremely musical
bringing joy at times that is critical
as she enters with a shadowed footfall
draws shapes and are present on the wall
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
She comes like the notes of a lost song
with a kind of beauty that brings no wrong,
making birds and insects utter their joy
while only great goodness she does employ
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Love Story
it came, and i was blinded
with so much lovely light,
when i was already bound
to the bonds of matrimony,
but i want it, and i call it a new
home, but i do not want to
destroy an old home, where
i have invested so much of
myself, where pain and
pleasure mated, but this
is a very nice feeling, taking
me back to an age of sixteen,
i whistle the tune of a lover
like a bird on a tryst somewhere
in a forest tree, where there is
complete secrecy, this is it,
another form of love, another
encounter, back to a new line,
i am myself again, full of life,
but retaining a duality of
two homes, old and new,
in one self, with you with her
with us: trois!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Hearts Fused As One
When reality becomes stranger than fiction
two hearts marinate in the joy
of bonds formed unbreakable
under any tempest storm.
No dark clouds of threatening thunder
can break the chains that bind
two hearts fused as one.
No forward path are ever easy
obstacles always have to be overcome.
Joys may elate everything
with no remorse for what has gone.
The bonds once formed can
withhold the strains of pain
and the tears that fall like rain.
There are no weak links where fragility may snap
under pressures yet unseen.
Two hearts fused as one
can feel not subterfuge
of outside influences to grasp hold.
They remain tightly knitted
through the years that turn young to old.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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My Baby And I
Together, my man and I
Lie together to join my baby and I.
The gracious Lord, how can this be?
God's creation bonds my baby and I.
Time is awaiting those tiny eyes,
Forming my fetus, my baby and I.
My man, so tense at times, Tanya, don't stress
Yourself out with our baby, you see.
What a joy when my little one arrives
Into this cold, scary, confused world.
My baby and I . . . I will teach my baby well
To understand this scary world.
Life is our baby and my man.
Tis is our first, don't you see—
Time awaits my baby and I.
so excited that this man of mine is holding me closely
Each night after a long day at my busiest job.
My baby, my man, and I,
Our beautiful baby will be born soon.
This bonds us closer, my man and I.
My mother . . . his mother as proud as can be for him,
And me, my mom, my baby, and me, Tanya . . .
Thank you, God's blessing to you.
Peace be unto you, your man, and your unborn child.
poem by Sharee Ann McMullen
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Am I an Angel?
am i an angel
sent here to save many lives
but i'm on the edge of suicide
am i an angel
whose mission is it to cure earthly ailments
when i feel so attached to heavenly elements
am i an angel
who strings together the bonds of love and friendship
yet i can't step foot through Cupid's door
am i an angel
full of unexperienced wisdom and intelligence to pass on
failing to transition to maturity all the while
am i an angel
present for others to benefit from
giving my soul to who i see deserves extra living
am i an angel
losing himself, his wings, and eternity
for bonds of the heart, friendship and mortality
or was i an angel
bored in heaven
seeking emotions to fell
now i suffer and hurt
now i love and care
i'm no angel
i'm just human
poem by Michael J.M. Barber
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Lover's Gifts LII: Tired of Waiting
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before
the winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached your
wayside watch, and you rushed out running and panting, impulsive
jasmines, troops of riotous roses.
You were the first to march to the breach of death, your
clamour of colour and perfume troubled the air. You laughed and
pressed and pushed each other, bared your breast and dropped in
heaps.
The Summer will come in its time, sailing in the flood-tide
of the south wind. But you never counted slow moments to be sure
of him. You recklessly spent your all in the road, in the terrible
joy of faith.
You heard his footsteps from afar, and flung your mantle of
death for him to tread upon. Your bonds break even before the
rescuer is seen, you make him your own ere he can come and claim
you.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Baseball is just my job.
quote by Barry Bonds
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I like to be against the odds.
quote by Barry Bonds
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I don't know what my future is.
quote by Barry Bonds
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Love - Mad And Mature
Mad love leads to terrorism
Mature love gets to Gandhism
Mad love makes one wicked
Mature love makes life sublime
Mad love kindles body
Mature love ennobles the soul
Mad love binds the spirit
Mature love releases the bond
Mad loves brings pain
Mature love provides pleasure
Mad love breeds acrimony
Mature love brings harmony
Mad love hinders progress
Mature love helps success
Discard mad love, develop mature love
Make life pleasant and world a happy house!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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I'm not afraid to be lonely at the top.
quote by Barry Bonds
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