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How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

quote by Edmund Waller
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Song: Go, lovely rose!

Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

poem by Edmund Waller
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Go, lovely rose!

Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired;
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

poem by Edmund Waller
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Well, It Worked For Me

First thing I say each night
is
I am my own Lover;
my own best friend.

At first it was words
I did not mean
but over time
I could fill in detail
from little things
that happened each day.

Something positive to celebrate
no matter how small
a smile
a thing small but done
a sincere feeling
given and received.

Busy, I was
saying to my self
each night
building
the person
I want to become.

I added to this
just a small dream list
and acted as though
part of it was true
or coming true
and I found
done each night
my part wish
part recognition
of my small things day
could make part
of my small dreams
also come true.

So over time
I could become
not only Someone
but I could be
the kind of person
I was looking for.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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O sweet and fair! These words are mine to use

O sweet and fair! These words are mine to use.
O sweet and fair! A year ago I'ld choose
Some better words of praise
Than sweet and fair.
O sweet and fair, and weak, and most untrue!
O sweet and fair! I still may speak of you
After my year of pain
As sweet and fair.

poem by Lesbia Harford
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Country Fair

We stood and watched the river flow
We were too young to really know
In the country fair
Oh, in the country fair
We laid out in the long green grass
And never thought that it would pass
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old rainshine open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
We counted pebbles in the sand
Sand like time slippin through our hand
In the country fair
In the country fair
On an old, on an old open day
On an old raintrack open day
In the country fair
In the cool night air
In sweet summer time
Hmmm mmmm
On an old open day
On an old
Pinecone open day

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Art of Share

Food of soul, wave of smile
Kiss of dream, fire of will
Cry of happiness, feather of hope
Share a part of your emotion

To family, to stranger
To lover, to flamer
To the superstar, to the poor
Share a part of your affection

Bedtime story, respect recipe
Hidden plea, open sea
Living fantasy, world sympathy
Share a part of your thought

With sincerity, with motivation
With sacrifice, with self proof
With energy, with goody
Share a part of your own

Long experience, piece of friendship
Faith support, courageous words
Inspiration window, freedom way
Share a part of your action

From similarity, from difference
From the joy, from the pain
From your favor, from your lack
Share a part of your strength

Because we need somebody else
Because we want to make them happy
Because we could learn to be better
O parent, teach kindness to the children well!

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Alimony Apart

Sometimes love dies.No one’s to blame
but it is painful just the same.
To lose the love that once you knew
but there is little you can do

When you mature at different rates.
One pressing on one hesitates,
the rift develops so slowly.
It takes a while before you see.

The love you shared has truly gone
and you are ready to move on.
The time has come for you to part
Which you accept with heavy heart.

Some couples find that when love ends
it’s possible to part as friends
but only if they both agree
to share their assets equally.

Most couples don’t they cannot see
there’s no need for acrimony.
They can’t regain what they have lost.
Its only fair they share the cost.

25-Jun-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You Can Make The World To Live In

You Can make the World to live in a far better place
Not for yourself alone but for the whole human race
By treating everyone as your equal if you look you will find
That those different to you in their ways good and kind.

Racism born of ignorance that does seem fair to say
And racists seem out of place in the World of today
In a multicultural World they do not fit in
If you do not show respect then respect you cannot win.

Some people in their small ways are so very small
They believe on a fair go for their own kind but not on a fair go for all
In a multicultural society they have no part to play
They are self defeatist it does seem that way.

We are what we think we are and it does seem to me
That our reflective mirror in others we see
If the spirit of egalatarianism and the fair go for all we embrace
The World for us living in it is a much better place.

poem by Francis Duggan
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County Fair

Twenty bucks buys ten coupons
Two ears of corn and one ride on
The tilt-a-whirl with your favorite girl
Keep on walking down the midway
Three-eyed goats and games to play
Step right up, Carney says try your luck
You can tell the sweet smell of summer in the air
Whole town shuts down, everybody's gonna be there
Down at the county fair
Big time, big top, big crowds, big hair
There's nothing bigger all around
This country anywhere
Than the county fair
Judging pigs and judging pies
Fighting for the first place prize
And have you seen this year's queen
4-H Club and FFA working toward a better day
And a petting zoo, yeah, they got that too
And eight o'clock rolls around, everybody knows
The grandstands open up and it's time for the big show
Down at the county fair
Big time, big top, big crowds, big hair
There's nothing bigger
In small towns everywhere
Than the county fair

song performed by by Lonestar
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Sonnet 105

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.

poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Sami

Your love is shared with the passions of its muse and,
I will bring you the sweet fruits of my love for you always;
For your mind shared on this love is like,
The bird and the nectar up high on a tree top.
Churches and Assembles are around you like war!
And like the Passover Feast of the unleavened bread;
But blessed are your eyes on this sweet love,
For you are all that the muse of this sweet river brought to me.
The legacy of life and time is like you and i on this river,
Enjoying the stimulations of the drama that it takes;
And like the legacy of the care of one's love!
For the flume brickbats are with riposted acts and,
The heart of the poet is very complex to understand at times.
Share this tradition and share this view of mine,
And like the beautiful mind of love on a coast like this;
But with gift of Sami to gladden my heart,
And you are always part of the share from this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whether you have a million shares or one share,
You share in life’s the same.
You share some of its benefits
As well as some of its blame.
The real difference for you is if you share your share.
That will decide if your life really has been fair.
Be it a million shares or one share, your responsibility
Is to find here on earth where you can share
For your share of eternity.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Fruit Of Love's Desire.

The fruit of love's desire is sweet
For any man and maid to eat.
However ripened in time's air,
No other can with it compare.
'Tis like those apples 'of such price,
No tree can ever bear them twice;'
And only two may share it, so
That they would all its sweetness know.
It is so fine and fair a thing
And eaten with such passioning,
The eaters seem themselves to be
Fed on each other's mystery;
And when they have the sweet thing ate
Sigh for the lack of all things yet,
For once 'tis bitten to the core
The dearest dream of life is o'er,
And man and maid within time's waste
Another such may never taste.

poem by Robert Crawford
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Departure

So long old friend,
It has been fun
But my work here is done.
To watch you grow
And get to know
The man you have become.

Wherever you walk
And whenever you talk
Part of me is there.
And wherever I go
You too should know
That a part of you I share.

The part of you that made me laugh
Through all the memories we have.
The things that made us mad
The pain that made us cry
Yet, alas, old friend
It is time for me to say goodbye.

Now, we part in separate ways
And with others spend our latter days.
Still in your wealthy memory
Let others see that part of me;
The part of me you'll always have,
The part of me that made you laugh.

Fate has made us one somehow,
It is she who separates us now.

In time you'll see, much of you is me
Our friendship thus was true
And before I go, the world will know
How much of me is you.

poem by Dipti Date Gokhale
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Titan

Everyone
must share own part of heaven.
He showed it,
when he lifted universe
on his arms.
He had perfect knowledge
about inward
and outward
structure and deep sence of limitles
and about tight integration
every soul
with the whole.
He knew,
everyone
must share own part of heaven.
from unfolding existence
after Great Big Ban.
Bur mankind
made from him goddess,
instead share
own part of heaven.

poem by Zamir Osorov
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Thomas Heywood: X

TOM, if they loved thee best who called thee Tom.
What else may all men call thee, seeing thus bright
Even yet the laughing and the weeping light
That still thy kind old eyes are kindled from?
Small care was thine to assail and overcome
Time and his child Oblivion: yet of right
Thy name has part with names of lordlier might
For English love and homely sense of home,
Whose fragrance keeps thy small sweet bayleaf young
And gives it place aloft among thy peers
Whence many a wreath once higher strong Time has hurled:
And this thy praise is sweet on Shakespeare’s tongue—
‘O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world!’

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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For Years I Thought Each Word And Sentence- Sacred

For years I thought each word and sentence - sacred
If I had written it down it must be saved-
Now the piles of pages lie mostly unread
They will never be seen by anyone
Most of what I have done will be
Time passed and unremembered-

Will I be able to save some small part of this
Select the best of it?

A small part has been published
And now I post more –

Will any of it be cared for?
Is another question-

Most of what I have done
Writing that is passing time
Forever to be unknown much less remembered-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Our Sweet Love

I thought about a summer day
And how the time just floats away
Pretty things like incense and flowers
I wanna make them part of
Our sweet love
Could last forever
(our sweet love)
Our sweet love
Could last forever
I thought about a winter night
And how Id like to hold you tight
Candlelight the warmth of a fire
We could make them part of
Our sweet love
Honey its heaven
(our sweet love)
Our sweet love
Could last forever
Sweet love sweet love
Like a child with his new toy
My heart is filled with joy for
Our sweet love
Honey its heaven
(our sweet love)
Our sweet love
Lord knows I love her so
I feel it down inside my soul
A precious love like this can flower
Theres nothing in this world like
Our sweet love
Should last forever
(our sweet love)
Our sweet love
Could last forever
Our sweet love
Could last forever
Our sweet love
Could last forever
(our sweet love)
Oh

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Local Outsider

To the local community he is not one of their own
And apart from them in every way he has grown
He does not share their interests of work, sports, small talk, drinking and football
In fact with them in common he has nothing at all.

He works in the big town some twenty miles away
But he returns to his home in the small town every day
Single in his mid twenties in the peak of his prime
And he does feel happy at least most of the time.

A spiritual person and an artist at heart
In community meetings and projects he never takes part
He draws and sketches at night and his art readily sell
And as a hobby artist he is doing well.

He was born in the small town but it does seem sad to say
That as a local outsider he is destined to stay
Even with those he grew up with little in common he share
He is an endangered species and his type are rare.

He is not a student of sports or football
And who won last year's Grand Final he does not recall
And though his praises none of the other locals do sing
He is his own man and he does his own thing.