Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
quote by Lord Chesterfield
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Delia: XXXI (1592 version): Look, Delia, how we 'steem the
XXXI (
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Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown rose,
The image of thy blush and summer's honour,
Whilst in her tender green she doth enclose
That pure sweet beauty time bestows upon her.
No sooner spreads her glory in the air
But straight her full-blown pride is in declining;
She then is scorn'd that late adorn'd the fair:
So clouds thy beauty after fairest shining.
No April can revive thy wither'd flowers,
Whose blooming grace adorns thy beauty now;
Swift speedy time, feather'd with flying hours,
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
O let not then such riches waste in vain,
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Sonnet XXXIX: Look, Delia
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown Rose,
The image of thy blush and Summer's honor,
Whilst in her tender green she doth enclose
That pure sweet Beauty Time bestows upon her.
No sooner spreads her glory in the air,
But straight her full-blown pride is in declining;
She then is scorn'd that late adorn'd the Fair;
So clouds thy beauty after fairest shining.
No April can revive thy wither'd flowers,
Whose blooming grace adorns thy glory now;
Swift speedy Time, feather'd with flying hours,
Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
O let not then such riches waste in vain,
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing.
For we, which now behold these present days,
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Fairest
thou art the fairest of all
thou art my beauty at the mall
thy picture always painted on the wall
thy beauty is always as i might recall
thy beauty shant fade away
all thy sad tears i've swiped away
all thy beauty are not for play
for every beauty is not for waste
thy beautifull smile so heavenly
always every beaty shops landlady
thou art qualified as milady
always fair always thy heart fairy
thou art my favourite episode
your black beauty describes my ode
always lovely when thou art in the mood
thy ancient beauty never growing old
thou art my fairest
thy smell of thy perfume the loveliest.
poem by Umoh Cyril
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Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets.
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy course untainted do allow,
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Speedy Marie
Had a bit part
An endless reel
It always played in slo-mo
But now its fast
A spinning wheel
I know the dynamo
My heart
Is cast
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Oh, yes indeed
I said to me
And so I sing this romaunt
Its not enough
My liberty
There is a thing I want
I need
I love
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Juxtaposed in each moments sight
Everything that I ever saw
And my one delight
Nothing can strike me in such awe
Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks
Is the size of each sculpted tooth
Each lip and each eye
Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
And softest neck where always do i
Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art
Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart
song performed by by Frank Black
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Time Is Not Our Cage (Gabry Ponte Power Cut)
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Children of eternity
Always searching for a faster race
Defeating what time wants to be
There's no king
In this place
Like a star that belongs to the sky
And the times are our names in your mind
Our souls are the wings as we fly
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Just like an old song that's playing a tune
That revives what seems lost in the past
With dignity fighting for whom
In a way
Wants to last
Like a friendship of 10 years ago
That is frozen inside of a picture
That tomorrow can cancel and go
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
Free as a soul is
Far beyond all the boundries of time
Its you mark that lives on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be as I am now
Against my love shall be as I am now
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring:
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Flight Delays (Life Poem)
Sympathyless disbelief when I complain again,
Delays are the balance for the glamour of flying.
Nine hours in Sao Paulo while the ATC strike,
Eight hours in Vienna while new wheel flies in,
Seven sins would be justified by this purgatory,
Six times six hours from CBB to DUB last week,
Five hours sweating in Port au Prince plastic chair,
Four hours for rain in Miami seems not so bad,
Three hours in Shannon for bomb threat search,
Two hours sitting in Seattle with mad dash in Kennedy.
One would be happier walking, swimming or driving.
poem by Ian Beckett
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My Surrender
A time to cry, put aside
Locked up in my eternity's void
I will cry another day
When I can handle this madness better
Under insane words I hide
Knives in my soul, love in my rhythm
My sanity mocks my existence
I fall apart as my divinity claims all
I smell the lotuses
And witness beauty seduce everything…
Everything melts, every cell lights up
The power of beauty, the seducer, the spiritual…
Turn around Time, its your hour to go
No more linear hours to pile up morality
Your rules will fall apart, stumble and disappear
Disintegrate to shake these centuries off
Rituals - Dance when you get there
Its your call, your last move at camouflage…
Everything dissolves as the spiral speeds up
Lives and hopes, wishes and visions…
Ah! My breath, wont you rush too?
Don't rasp their rhythm, play traitor to life
Am I the witness, or, the victim?
On the spiral's edge, surrendering… moving on…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Ode To A special Friend
Fairest daughter of Diana
dainty a belle thou art
effulgent ineffable Cinderella
if only I could be thy Charming
thy beauty bespeaks splendour
in utmost could be a grandeur
thy poutness
enchants me to hypnosis
diring for a taste of angelic kiss
I'm mesmerized in obssessive admiration
of the fairest of human beauties beyond imagination
from whose crown to sole
not a spot exists
Thou art venus
luminous than the stars and moon
the lilly of my heart
the fairest rose in life's orchard
O! ravishing one
Angel in bodily form
sonorious, sounds thy voice
melting my heart to love
blessed be unto tis day
a goddess peregrinated my way
whose beauty
left me poetising...
poem by Clinton Ekeh
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Beauty Of Fools
Cake your face
Watch as it flakes
Was it worth it?
Did you gain beauty?
Show the little girl
About the fake world
Where image rules
Beauty of fools
Spend hours at the mirror
Perfecting every error
Apply it all the time
For beauty divine
I don't agree
And when you look at me
See my perfections
The bumps and the wrinkles
At the same time natural beauty
poem by Mariam de Haan
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Nature's Feathered Gipsies
I envy them their unrestricted freedom they spend most of their time in the sky
Above the flatlands and valleys and mountains with so little effort they fly
All species of swallows are similar and they can be seen almost Worldwide
They can be seen above Villages, rural and coastal Towns and Cities and flying above the countryside
They glide through the sky with little effort in pusuit of their flying insect prey
To and fro and often in circles they travel hundreds of miles every day
From the cup shaped mud nest they were born in distance they do migrate far
For hours on end through the sky they travel at the average speed of a motor car
As an ally against aerial predators their speed happens to be their friend
And unlike many other bird species they do not have borders to defend
To watch them high above the valley their glossy dark wings gleaming in the sunlight
Is something that is fascinating one can say a marvellous sight
They are Nature's wild feathered gipsies they spend most of their short lives in the sky
And above oceans, mountains and valleys from Country to Country they fly.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Flying
Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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I see Time Flying By
Standing on a hill of misery,
I see time flying by
A time which once was
of hope and of bliss
I see time flying by
Static amid torment
of whizzing time,
I bow to amass fragments
of a future so fancied
I see time flying by.
Agonizing motion of time
bereaving me of space
nudging me into a deep
naked singularity
I see time flying by.
Waiting for deliverance
none in sight,
I grapple with the darkness
only to sink deeper
I see time flyingy by.
(01-06-2011, delhi) .
poem by Dhananjay Kumar Singh
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At a Hasty Wedding
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Making The Song Simple To Understand
alright, so there is
this wing
growing at the
side of your body
and it grows so
big and then
it spreads itself
and then
it is flying high
in the sky
and then
you do not
see it
it dissolves
in space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flying Crooked
The butterfly, the cabbage white,
(His honest idiocy of flight)
Will never now, it is too late,
Master the art of flying straight,
Yet has — who knows so well as I? —
A just sense of how not to fly:
He lurches here and here by guess
And God and hope and hopelessness.
Even the aerobatic swift
Has not his flying-crooked gift.
poem by Robert Graves
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