A desire to be observed, considered, esteemed, praised, beloved, and admired by his fellows is one of the earliest as well as the keenest dispositions discovered in the heart of man.
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
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poem by David Knox
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Relentless
You wanna be this.
You wanna be that.
You wanna be considered,
As a fed big fat cat.
You want to be admired,
To inspire dreams and hopes.
You wanna be more...
Than average folk.
You wanna insist persistence lifts.
And it can!
And it will.
Since you are not one to stand still!
To wish for a want,
You know you can fulfill!
And the power of your 'will'...
Delivers your wants to feed a feast!
Increased by a relentless release of desire!
Scorching a path,
Burning and admired!
And I choose to remain...
Sizzling,
In the ceasless heat of your fire!
My heart yearns to share your constant flame!
Undaunted by the swiftness licked...
Envisioned by the goal that's aimed!
And soaring to spiral even higher.
I am dripping wet...
And there enjoying this sweat I love!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sorrow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved son
What's next to follow
No one knows
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved daughter
What's next to follow
His heart is hollow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved husband
What's next to follow
She is now a widow
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved wife
What's next to follow
His desire for life is renounced to zero
In sorrow
They mourn the passing of a dear friend
Someone they wished to be there tomorrow
It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends
And we know and I know
Sorrow returns not the life's it borrows
Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow
Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow
Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors
Therefore my dear fellows
In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow
In sorrow
I have closed on her all my doors and windows
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A real peace
I consoled and preferred to live at ease
There was never a comfort and peace
I was definitely a close friend but never in race
I wore beautiful smile with nice dress
Why do I feel so dejected?
I was never admired or rejected?
At no point of time I was even objected
Still in funny way I had acted
I wished happy days for them
What made them to think then?
I did not like to have loose or permanent joint
I was never attached at any point
I wished them all the best
I followed the routine as rest
It was to have smooth sailing
I believed in chance availing
You have failed to steal
I never tried to conceal
I never felt in fact as real
It had no approval or seal
I can blame no one
But you were not the someone
You imagined your role as beloved
You were never a reality and were removed
I can't entertain foolish idea
There complete mismatch in plea
It failed me to impress or appeal
As it was not at all perfect deal
I might have considered or consented
I sensed its futility and resented
It was never an idea to go for bond
I was never at ease or fond
You expressed your desire
I did not agree or went on to admire
It was tale of desperation
I did not find any reason or relation
You may think of impossibility
I need not bear its responsibility
You may rest your head anywhere
I was never before and will not be there
Did you notice my displeasure?
I never admired or reassured
You were totally in illusory world
You may certainly feel very cold
I know how to maintain pace
I have for others limited space
I know what can be my fate
Thought it may be realized very late
I believe in time and destiny
It might have been realized by many
I was little pink rose
But I preferred not to pose
I shall be considered as arrogant
It was more or less very important
I will have to shape or think in my own way
I can't keep quite and stay away
One has to be very brave and bold
Our conscience should not be termed as sold
It is definitely clear choice to be followed
No one should attempt or try to to be swallowed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hanover Winter Song
Ho, a song by the fire;
Pass the pipes, pass the bowl.
Ho, a song by the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Ho, a song by the fire;
Pass the pipes with a skoal,
For the wolf-wind is wailing at the doorways,
And the snow drifts deep along the road,
And the ice gnomes are marching from their Norways,
And the great white cold walks abroad.
But, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here, we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows;
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship.
Oh, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha, we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows.
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship,
Of fellowship
Pile the logs on the fire;
Fill the pipes, pass the bowl.
Pile the logs on the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Pile the logs on the fire;
Fill the pipes with a skoal,
For the fire goblins flicker on the ceiling,
And the wine witch glitters in the glass,
And the smoke wraiths are drifting, curling, reeling,
And the sleigh bells jingle as they pass.
But, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here, we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows;
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship.
Oh, here by the fire, we defy frost and storm;
Ha, ha, we are warm, and we have our heart's desire.
For here we're good fellows, and the beechwood and the bellows.
And the cup is at the lip in the pledge of fellowship,
Of fellowship
Oh, a God is the fire;
Pull the pipes, drain the bowl.
Oh, a God is the fire
With a skoal, with a skoal.
Oh, a God is the fire;
Pull the pipes with a skoal,
For the room has a spirit in the embers,
Tis a God and our fathers knew his name,
And they worship'd him in long-forgot Decembers,
And their hearts leap'd high with the flame.
poem by Richard Hovey
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Our Heart Desire Song
Our heart desire
Some peace
Our heart desire some love
Our heart desire some nourishment
Our heart desire
Some sleep
Our heart desire some sun
Our heart desire the healing touch of God
Our heart desired some prayers
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Who else thought of you?
When I sneezed while we were united,
She praised and blessed me for long life;
Later instantly she changed her mind
And cried, 'who else other than me
Thought of you and sneezed? '
(It is a common belief that if a loving person thinks of the beloved, the beloved gets sneeze)
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Passing Clouds
Those I admired in my teenage are no more.
Those I admired in my middle age are old.
Those I admired later are out of the screen.
The ones I admire now are in their teen age.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Home Baking And Scones
I didn't think women made scones
any more.
People still have tea and scones!
Home baking and scones
are memories remembered...
from the earliest childhood years...
when family was primary
and the housewife's role, was esteemed honoured.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In the Spirit of Rumi
I said to My Beloved
I love You
May I know You?
My Beloved said
I am unknown
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
May I see You?
My Beloved said
I am formless
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
Might I lose You?
My Beloved said
I am eternal
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
Might You leave me?
My Beloved said
I am always present
I said to My Beloved
I love You
My Beloved said
I am love itself
I said, O My Beloved
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Resistance To Its Existence
Only those who have discovered the truth,
For what it really is...
Can no longer submit to denial.
Or masquerade the experiencing of pain.
Pain has a way of making personal,
Its visitations...
When the prolonging of a resistance,
To its existence...
Is revealed in the feeling of it.
With an intended healing,
From all that had been delusioned.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
To willing participants,
Subdued...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Refusing the acceptance of truth...
Is observed subdued,
In a resistance to its existence.
And all that 'had' been delusioned,
Is observed still catering...
In a resistance to truth's existence.
While attempting to escape from its insistence.
Disregarding an urgency.
And...
The presence of it meant!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Politeness is a desire to be treated politely, and to be esteemed polite oneself.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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Heart From Eyes
Come back.
The beloved lives to be loved.
What becomes of the beloved
when love is no longer in being?
How does a heart and body turn two different ways?
The heart turns to the beloved.
The eyes turn away.
This tearing goes on.
Heart from eyes. Distance lengthens.
I know time will cure it.
But right now...
Heart from eyes, heart from eyes, heart from eyes.
poem by Meli Secret
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Further, Take heed that you faithfully perform the business you have to do in the world, from a regard to the commands of God; and not from an ambitious desire of being esteemed better than others.
quote by David Brainerd
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Sickened From Within
Why is he admired?
He is focused.
He is intelligent, young and fun.
Have you observed those in opposition?
Isn't it frightening what they have done?
And not one of them has a thought,
That is not connected to greed.
Look at them.
They have made themselves,
Sickened from within.
And appearing as if mental attention,
Is now a much needed requirement.
With a priority that should begin.
And...
'Agendatized.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I once knew a chap who had a system of just hanging the baby on the clothes line to dry and he was greatly admired by his fellow citizens for having discovered a wonderful innovation on changing a diaper.
quote by Damon Runyon
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One of my earliest memories... I knew three full verses of the Star Spangled Banner when I was seven or eight years old. And one of the nuns discovered this phenomenon and I was actually sent around from classroom to classroom to do the whole thing.
quote by Dave Van Ronk
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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