At 8, I made a pact with God.
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I think you have a pact with an audience in every picture, and I think the pact is to try and be truthful and to be real.
quote by James L. Brooks
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The Love Pact
(2/28/12)
A pact was made between two lovers
That they would never hurt each other
They both had been hurt before
As they saw their loved ones walk out the door.
So much hurt, so much pain
So many lives that have changed
Like everything in life it's a two way street
And for true love you must compete.
People searching everywhere
While others may find it, but they just don't care.
They saw that when you was needed, you was not there
And their pain they could not share.
But their searches were no in vain
For when they found each other
That spark became a flame.
Now their pact and love is strengthened every day
And they will not have it no other way.
poem by Louis Rams
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I've made a kind of pact with myself where I said, It doesn't matter what it is as long as I'm acting.
quote by Dan Castellaneta
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I made a pact with myself a long time ago: Never watch anything stupider than you. It's helped me a lot.
quote by Bette Midler
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Sometimes in June
Last season, it gave me a reason to hope.
Last time it made me wish for you.
Now i wish i didnt respond.
we would have been at stage 0.
Never, will i forget that july i am in and it turn sour every july.
Sometimes in june, we made a pact but now: i dont feel a thing for you.
poem by Stella Omoregie
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Water Closet
We are in the water closet
adjacent perpendicular mirrors
you sink ninety degrees on vertical
teeth brushing body bent axis horizontal
Mmmhhhh...
yes
oral hygiene stimulate arousal cleansing
You are bending brushing bristling
backside tattoo target inviting
I behind you lust limb salivating
stalk to sweep fine bristles beating
scrubbing swaying brushing
I sweep swayed toward for following
Your call mating instincts answer
spring pounce prey posterior
as I the deviant disciplinarian to wallop
my wonderful water closet trollop
How I so delight sight anticpatory
you bracing administration's imagining
whoop-wallop deviant deliciously
spontaneous training demented delivery
Pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Such a sweetest slapping rapping
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Over the sink we are synching
gasping grinding sighing singing
punishing pummeling scrubbing stinging
squirming stealing squealings
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Our eyes are fixed to mirror's pivot
gyro reflecting rocking reflex
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Numb as our mouths' my hand toothbrushings'
friction bristling frenetic brush bumping
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Your back buttocks beauteous bending
knee knock belligerent buckling
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
You ride me stride desultory commanding
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Our mouths froth delicious furious foaming
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
We spit fit delirious demented
delightful delicious expectorate
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Furious rinse ripe infuriate flouridic
panting pasty milken manic
manna expelling cleansing frantic
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack
MMMmmmm... caressing...
Our strings sing for seconds' flossing
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh
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Anna Nicole
Anna Nicole
was a very young soul.
This lifetime
she didn’t want
to get old.
She did not
incarnate here a lot,
So she made a pact
to speed it up.
Now she has the simple
life on the other side,
no more gossip mags
ruining her name
with pride.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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A Relationship That Lasts
the stone and the sun
made a pact
that everyday they must see
each other eye to eye
without blinking whatever
the truth may be
the grasses have nothing to say
on this enduring fidelity
the brooks still flowed without
an obstruction
the flowers are smiling and the
trees are interested
one is too hot while the other is too numb
of course, it lasted
happiness is not the issue anyway
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fixed To Stick On Idle
And I...
Made a pact.
To get my life,
Back...
On track.
And still you,
Chewed me away.
And I...
Took all of that back,
To feel dismayed...
And from you I stayed.
To give you space.
And 'then' you appear,
Wanting me near...
Again.
But I'm not feeling it.
And 'then' you appear,
Just to let me...
See your tears.
Dripping with words,
Of missing me.
But my heart's now fixed on idle.
Without a throttle there,
To begin...
A re-starting.
Yes my heart's now fixed to stick,
On idle.
With hopes that someone else...
Will come,
With an interest to ignite...
My love.
And I...
Made a pact.
To get my life,
Back...
On track.
And still you,
Chewed me away.
And I...
Took all of that back,
To feel dismayed...
And from you I stayed.
To give you space.
But my heart's now fixed on idle.
Without a throttle there,
To begin...
A re-starting.
Yes my heart's now fixed to stick,
On idle.
With hopes that someone else...
Will come,
With an interest to ignite...
My love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time-travel
at that fateful moment
when my first breath set
ripples in the river of time
i made an invisible pact
with the unseen time
the gentleman's agreement
also included:
floods
whirlpools
by-passes
locks
the keys of which
are never to be found
10nov2010
14.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Anna Nicole
Anna Nicole
was a very young soul.
This lifetime
she didn't want
to get old.
She did not
incarnate here a lot,
So she made a pact
to speed it up.
Now she has the simple
life on the other side,
no more gossip mags
ruining her name
with pride.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 12,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Sonnet: The Beauty of God's Creation
The inflorescence of the grass seems great -
A spectacle of beauty to the eye:
A Maker's witness, we can't underrate:
A simply gorgeous thing under the sky!
Even the least of things is made so well;
A prying look reveals this truth and fact;
The worst of things on earth can't seem like hell;
Promise to man, God keeps always by pact!
Remember man, to never forget God;
Futile are things man-made and do not last;
But industriousness, God will applaud;
Let not engulf your heart, guilt of sins, past!
Mere human toil cannot sustain us much;
All things happen on earth by divine touch!
poem by John Celes
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Powerful Hurricane Sandy
Sandy gathered strength
from rivers and seas
flooding homes, fields,
markets and subways.
Sandy made a pact
with the strongest winds
knocking down trees,
buildings and other
man-made creations.
Sandy declared her power
over technological inventions
sending houses and streets
into days and nights
of darkness and cold.
Powerful Sandy
has just declared
her invincible power
over powerful humans!
_________________
October 30,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Radio Waves
From the transmitter, to the receiver.
Across the ether, out of your speaker.
Chorus:
Radio waves have life! radio waves have life!
Machines are living too, theyre working for me and you!
From the transmitter, to the receiver.
Across the ether, out of your speaker.
To the baltic fleet and atlantic fleet.
Faster than the breeze over stormy seas.
Repeat chorus (2)
Through america to albania.
Over reagans head, under moscows bed.
To the warsaw pact and the nato pact.
Down this cul de sac, never turning back.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Omd
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The Black Ships Were Low Laden
The black ships were low laden
And to portugal home bound
They rose with that deep ocean swell
Slowed by the riches they had found.
Those black ships were a portent
Of a far more deadly trade
Of human traffic taken
And transported as mere slaves.
Deep within those black ships' hulls
And flaming on their sails
A thousand souls were crying
Like a chorus in those gales.
The winds were blowing backward
Each venomous black boat
The weight inside each one of them
Fought against them being afloat.
God he blew storms of madness
And sought to turn them back
The sea churned like a mystery
With the sky a vicious black.
The captain stood amongst them
Standing firm upon his deck
He made a pact with Lucifer
With the devil and with death.
The cargo was a sacrifice
The holds were emptied till
The ships could sail full forward
And then the sea did still.
So fill your ships with slavery
But of our pact you must not tell
My mission on this earthly place
Is to create as many hells
As i can find by seeking
The weakness in men's souls
And the emptying of principles
Lies in man's keen quest for gold.
poem by David Keig
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On Emerging From Puddles Of Moonlight
we made a pact-
raka and i
that on every kartik purnima night
he will glow in your balcony
and in mine as well
and stealthily set ablaze
the distance between us
in one sweep
did he swoop down
and left a mark of whisper
behind my ear
on his way back
he carried away
a part of me
and laughed
teasingly at me
the laughter reverberating through
the moon-bitten sky
did you hear the laughter?
tonight at 22.40hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Tuesday in June
Many years before
They had made a pact
On a Tuesday in June
That should they
Both be alone
On this particular Tuesday in June
They would meet
At the same Antique store
As she walked through the doorway
She was pleasantly surprised
To find
An antique...
Very much to her liking
Dee Daffodil (HW) 25 January,2007
poem by Dee Daffodil
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Acrostic Declaration
(I promised I wouldn't say I loved her till we were face to face. This acrostic was my cheat on that. Acrostic? Read the first letter of each line down the page.)
I may not speak three words that tell all I feel for you:
Leaving me ball-and-chained in the race for your heart.
Or, if you will, hobbled and limping after you,
Virtually struck dumb by lack of other ways to say it:
Entirely at a loss for an alternative.
Yet, given chance and all that’s fair in love and war,
Our pact may be a little cheated with,
Under the seal of good intention.
Well, I must try it anyway and any way I can,
If sanity’s the thing I’d keep.
There is no other cure or medicine,
Help or remedy for what is bursting in me.
Ah, dear heart, be forgiving?
Lay law aside for now and
Let this poor heart have its say some way?
My Adrianna, who has cured so much in me,
You are the cause of this inflaming thought!
Help me, dearest one, to keep the pact
Every day until its term is ended.
And, if you will, forgive your servant,
Roy, who knows full well how much he
Trespasses upon your loving trust.
poem by Roy William Gotaas
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History is a pact between the dead, the living, and the yet unborn.
quote by Edmund Burke
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Make a pact with the devil until you have crossed the bridge.