It was a very emotional dinner... Everyone shared personal stories about her and gave her words of encouragement and inspiration. Everyone tried to remain positive.
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Her love is my inspiration
Her love is my inspiration
Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch hers,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear her whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join hers forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have hers,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear her words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for her,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak her truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon her first,
For she is the inspiration for my Love.
Nathaniel Cole Buddington
poem by Nathan Buddington
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I had a great first year and Mr. MacDonald was my biggest supporter. He gave me the encouragement I needed that first year to get my career started on a positive note.
What She Ask?
she asked me today do u write
things tat r put up on ur wall r original?
what shd i say how shd i react
ur d inspiration u dont even know tat fact
how cud i answer, when she was d inspiration
how cud i tell my feelings through witing :)
my words, my whispers, and even my tears...
how shd i tell her how much she means,
how shd i tell my love was true not a fling,
how shd i make her believe i genuinely liked her,
how shd i convince her i am not opportunistic
the writer in me was always der
u brought it out
my poems always had charm
but u gave them a magic wand
u gave them persona
u gave them life
i dont know to thank u or to kick u
but mind u whenever u need me
i will be der for u :)
Personal
Anything you want from me
Ill do
But first
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you
Were sittin havin dinner at your parents home
Some of the finest food Ive ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it aint a type of sugar oh no
So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I dont care
Wheres the bedroom
(its upstairs)
Ill meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get
Lets get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Lets get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you
Im behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your t-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, cant be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or theyll hear
Feel the tremblin all down your leg
Id love to head to your bed
So that we can get
Personal
Shhh
Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah
Lets get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Lets get personal (when you rub and youre close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that youre touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you
Oh I want to
Make love to you
So lets
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
Youre all
I need oh girl
Lets get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (its like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when Im right when Im back next to you)
Personal (girl I dont give a damn about)
Personal (whos that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
song performed by by Craig David
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Burden Bearer
Shared Joy is double joy,
It keeps on multiplying.
Shared Sorrow is half a sorrow
In time will be decreasing.
Shared Hope is flaming hope
Ignites our inspiration
Shared prayer is sure answer
For God's our Burden Bearer.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Gone Is Inspiration
A thought!
A blurry thought in my head
and my pen is full of ink
I am dry,
I am sore
I can't channel my soul
before the words of my heart
would seep right through my
fingers
and possess my pen
but now I am blank
I am dry,
I am empty again
I hate the times when
my mind is still
and still I cannot channel
the artistry in me
the flame of inspiration
has died out
I am cold
I am stuck
my brain is paused
why is this so?
Pages beg
to be written on
keys plead for me to type
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot
I am frozen
and so are my words
so is the rhythm
the rhyme
the floetry
of my poetry
has flown off into
the sky
and with the birds
go my words
And I am here,
I am dry
Gone is inspiration!
poem by Upile Chisala
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Once Again I Write...
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
I write to save my sanity.
I write to ease my heart.
I write to cleanse my soul.
I write to feel alive.
I write to keep my mind strong and my thoughts clear.
I write my words of sorrow, despair, pain, and love, as well as words of wisdom.
I write so that one day someone will truly know me.
This paper, this pen is once again my inspiration.
It is the inspiration to what I see.
It is the inspiration to what I hear.
It is the inspiration to what I feel.
It is the inspiration to the art I create.
It is the inspiration to what I draw.
It is the inspiration to the love for my daughter.
It is the inspiration to the love for my husband.
This pen, this paper is once again my savior.
Once again I write to say thank you my timeless friends.
Thank you for saving me time and time again.
poem by Sara Jo Andrews
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What I Think.....
actually we like that some words are
better be unsaid,
that some nuggets remain in
their natural state
like diamond unpolished
like gold that remains united
one with the rocks and deep underground
nothing about mercurial segregation
or nitric acid detachments
to make them more pleasing
and yet too
artificial
their value so enhanced
that people soon begin to kill
one another
actually things are better
if they remain buried forever
in fact that is what grasses take pride
that is what volcanic eruptions with their hot lava
after having cooled in time
achieve with hidden dignity
no one remembers the horrors of the past
no one recalls the cruelty of
those who were very much ahead of us
actually it would have been better
if we have not met even once
had that talk and drink and shared those stories
i guess, my life would have been much better (off)
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I need inspiration
I need inspiration like rolling hills and roaring thunder
I need inspiration like humanity's fatal blunder
I need inspiration of the purest kind
Where both the dark and the light are defined
I need inspiration to spark the flame of imagination
I need inspiration that could rouse an entire nation
I need inspiration like a roaring fire
The kind of inspiration of which I'll never tire
Please love be my inspiration
You love, are the light of my imagination
With those emerald eyes that are so serene
Your tempting words which set the scene
Your candied lips and gentle breath
That soul of yours with its endless depth
Come my love, explore with me
There is so much we've yet to see
On our journey we shall inspire that dullest of imaginations
And your love will be my eternal inspiration
poem by Jade Hymora
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A Word For The Broken Hearted?
who stopped spoke to the broken hearted
gave them their scarf gloves coat in cold
inhospitable weather homeless starve in?
a minute or two of time brief fails
to warm cold flesh already shivering
'bless you' in name of Christ fails
to feed empty growling homeless bellies
and when Jesus asks when you fed
his poor will you tell stories ten thousand
plate dinner you ego shared with Obama
could have feed a few thousand homeless
instead feeding capitalist exploitation egos?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Inspiration..
Inspiration comes and goes.
I write it down or I’ll forget while searching for a pen.
Inspiration comes and goes.
I get is from dreams or experiences.
Inspiration comes and goes.
But tell me, what inspires you.
I’m inspired by beauty, love and lust.
Giving me words and thought I dare to trust.
It’s inspiration that separates me from the rest.
‘Cause when inspiration comes words fall into place.
And things are beginning to make sense.
Sometimes I’m inspired by sorrow.
When I’m waiting in my bed for tomorrow.
And words start to become sentences.
I will start to write just to understand.
And to make me feel better so I can go to bed again.
Sometimes I write because of a pain that runs so deep.
I write cryptic lyrics about the secrets I keep.
I express them in other words so no one will understand.
But they feel not knowing what I’m trying to tell.
It’s a just way to clear my conscience.
Sometimes I write how the world could be.
Or I write about the girl of my fantasy.
Then I’m inspired by a fragment of my imagination.
And now I told a few ways where I get my inspiration.
So now tell me what inspires you.
poem by Rick Adriolo
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Inspiration Be Damned
Very worried about my positive book, it
recommended inspiration – thinking about
how great it would feel to do jobs I dislike
first, not by motivating myself with fear for
negative consequences, but being inspired
by expectations of how good it would feel
when it was done
Did my Production Sheet first, explained my
life moment by moment, all inspired – just to
be met with disdain, NO positive feelings at
all – inspiration be damned, nothing came of
it; I have to do another one – not even cold
motivation can force me towards this one –
the book also says never try to fix
Something that’s broken, my relations with
siblings and parents are SO broken, it says do
not try to fix it, so I don’t, but I’m wondering
how independent I can stand to become...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Are You Still Mad?
are you still mad I kicked you out of bed?
are you still mad I gave you ultimatums?
are you still mad I compared you to all
my forty year old male friends?
are you still mad I shared our problems
with everybody?
are you still mad I had an emotional affair?
are you still mad I tried to mold you into
who I wanted you to be?
are you still mad I didn't trust your intentions?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad that I flirted wildly?
are you still mad I had a tendency to mother you?
are you still mad that I had one foot out of the door?
are you still mad that we slept together even after
we had ended it?
of course you are
of course you are
are you still mad I wore the pants most of the time?
are you still mad that I seemed to focus
only on your potential?
are you still mad that I threw in the towel?
are you still mad that I gave up long before you did?
of course you are
of course you are
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I don't like to share my personal life... it wouldn't be personal if I shared it.
quote by George Clooney
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Can You Hear Me?
Inspired by inspiration
A pen bleeds emotions ink
Saturating page in prose
As a parched palate, in need, have drink
Fluent, fluid, a liquid thought
Invisible until written free
Exposing itself in lettered form
Each line molding, what's soon to be?
Words oozing with vivid imagery
Capturing reader within its clasp
Eyes hearing, ears capturing site
A shared experience within words grasp
Inspired by Inspiration
A pen bleeds emotions ink
Drizzling, doodling, dripping
Ideas, can you hear me think?
poem by Wendy Bureau
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Cool Guy
Let the man in the mirror feel peace,
Feel the emotional problems as no other.
He fed on you to cast Himself adrift,
To ruin your Life, I say. To ruin it!
Yet the guys who win are ones cool,
They have won all hope and happiness if cool,
Remain cool, remain cool, remain cool.
It is all that needed in emotional history
As a worn fashion of height and respect and readiness.
Inside the choice of room within Rome,
I express the rules guarding the production of weight
And easier foundation, also clothes.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Chakra #3
color yellow
solar plexus
positive uses of
personal power.
digstion
manifest goals
gives us a sense
of personal power
in the world.
poem by Heather Burns
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An everyday hero's farewell
I don’t have words today
Just silence
As I sit here feeling
How much I will miss you
Everyday
I don’t have words today
To capture the million stories we’ve shared
Over laughter, and sadness
More than a little, madness
And each brought us to this day
I don’t have words today
That will hug your heart
Always, with love
So you’d know that I’m never
Far, from you
I don’t have words today
That convey how proud I am of you
Of your many acts of kindness
Of humour in the face of sadness
You are a hero, to me.
poem by Anita Atina
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Not to hurt
Take care not to hurt
Don’t take out anybody's shirt
That amounts to dishonor and insult
Everything undone already built
Speak words only if you are sure
Check its authenticity and ensure
This may save many embarrassments
Do nothing which may compel you take back statements
Speak less that may make you feel good
You may remain healthy if you take less food
This is universally recognized and agreed
From some of the bad habits you will be freed
Think less and deliver more
Use good words and adore
Don’t try to be rude and uncultured
That may be taken as sign of immature
If tongue remain tied
And words are not lied
Then there may surely be positive impact
Good response and respect in fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For Poems
Three reads for every one poem written
As if food for body is regularly taken
How ocean has rare species in its belt
Same way the presence of each poet is felt
If we can appreciate and read
They are the futures and to lead
With all their fancy and innovative views
We need to pay attention and dues
We got to swim if we are in
This is logic and trend has been
If we don’t read theirs
They want prove to us as their heirs
It is encouragement and positive drive
As it is must for them to survive
If we fail to recognize their talent
What is use to remain idle or to reserve the comment
Time and tide may come and go
Some of things we have to forgo
We may not have time for death
How can we expect for other people to come and lay the wreath
It will be nice if we remain loosely connected
Within nice ambit and convincingly pre-acted
They may come up with double of efforts
As people of board may cheer while reaching at ports
You m ay never find bank or shore
You got to think and positively explore
We have no time in this fast moving world
But hardly can we afford to remain complacent or cold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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