I am now in Gibraltar. It is a large place and there does not seem to be room in this letter, in which to express my feelings about Moors in bare legs and six thousand Red-coats and to hear Englishmen speak again.
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Diary
There is someone who is there.
Someone who is near me.
And that is my Diary.
I can write my feelings through words.
I can express my thoughts,
Whenever I see my Diary.
I feel like writing not reading.
Starting from day and ending in night.
Whenever I get time.I will write.
Diary starts with letter D.
Feelings starts with letter F.
IF I bring this together.
It will be Deep feelings.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Take and be prepared for my friend C.P
The desert plains of ice and snow are not a place I’d choose to go.
Nor sandy wastes under the sun dry deserts don’t suit everyone.
The high plateaus of the Andes; I can assure you will not please.
Perhaps I’m choosy but I find such desert places most unkind.
I much prefer the moors I roam which welcome me. I feel at home.
Although they’re barren, wild and bleak I find the solitude I seek.
Each to his own I must suppose. My own high moors are what I chose.
I listen when they speak to me, I understand them easily.
They can be dangerous it’s true. You can take risks if you choose to.
I don’t take risks I know the rules. The high moors have no time for fools.
I have been sometimes weather bound by sudden mists which cloak the ground.
I have sufficient sense to see my moors are merely testing me.
Mistakes the moors will not forgive, I am prepared so I survive.
A wise man gives the moors respect but fools don not but they expect.
Tolerance for their carelessness their stupid unpreparedness.
The moors are not the enemy they judge all men impartially.
Some learn by hard experience there’s limits to their tolerance.
But others pay the penalty. Killed by their own stupidity.
06/09/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Letter to Hilary
Oh Hilary, dear Hilary;
you must not think ill of me,
though this letter be tardy,
it is mercifully short.
Oh Hilary, dear Hilary;
no metaphor or simile,
can express in mere words,
my true feelings and thoughts!
Oh Hilary, dear Hilary;
this I say, verily,
the distance between us
must not temper my view.
If I might speak of Hilary,
and of nothing ancillary:
as every day passes
I'm thinking of you!
For my love, my dear Hilary,
pumps through vein and capillary,
as my heart thumps out
it's horrible beat.
For love, my dear Hilary,
is the liqueur and distillery,
mellow, mature;
an intoxicant neat!
But if you, my dear Hilary,
would condemn me, and pillory,
a dissembler of words
and execrable verse;
then I, my dear Hilary,
would submit to your devilry,
and bravely bare up
under your terrible curse.
For love comes, my dear Hilary,
like the drum of artillery,
though it too can be vanquished
in bloody defeat.
Love comes, my dear Hilary,
not as the White Knight of chivalry,
but as a war of emotions,
both bitter and sweet.
But if, my dear Hilary,
I speak a tad too familiarly,
then you have my permission
to tear up this page.
For it is your choice, my dear Hilary,
to dismiss this as villainy,
or the ramblings of a mind
grown feeble with age!
For you, my dear Hilary,
should be paid a large salary,
to compensate truly,
for reading this tripe.
For alas, my dear Hilary,
I can only tender apology,
the worthless coin and the currency,
for this twaddle and hype!
poem by David SmithWhite
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The Letter...2
That goodbye letter
That empty room,
That bare table
So much pain to endure.
Years have passed
My hair turned grey,
A letter under my door
It's from her,
'I still love you,
May I come home.
poem by Ken e Hall
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The Men In White Coats Are Coming To Get Me
I'm cracking at my seems
The men in white coats are coming to get me
Don't let them take me
I'm not medicated
I haven't taken them little yellow pills
In a couple of months
They tell me i'm crazy
Well maybe clinically insane
But who cares
Not me of course
Pain goes shooting through my body.
What are they putting in my veins?
They tell me i'm too stressed out
What do they know?
They're just men
In white coats
I hear them talking
They say it's a breakdown
The girl has gone mad
It's a wonder she didn't off herself last monday
I say all men in white coats
Are my enemy!
They should be destroyed at once!
They're a menace to society!
Sorry people i'm not all
You thought i was
It's ok you must have
Mistaken me for someone else
Tears pour down my face
As they put me in restrains
They say i'm a danger to myself and others
What do they know
They're just men in white coats
Noooooooooo
Don't let them lock me up
People told me once you go in there
You never come out
I hear them coming down the hall
Im never going to see the light of day again
Cause the men in white coats have got me
(12-28-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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Right across the country from me
(after Dorothy Parker, for A)
Right across the country from me
is the place that you call home,
a place where my spirit at times roam,
where you live in a kind of tranquillity.
Sometimes I do not know
how to put my feelings in words, to express
my utter loneliness
and at break of day and its end the horizon glows
in the place where you dwell
and under others skies
the day begins and dies
while of my thoughts I want you to tell
but maybe it's much better
not to say anything,
not even to make your telephone ring
and never to write a letter.
[Reference: "Hearthside" by Dorothy Parker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Everywhere I searched for the words
Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
I could not express how much I wanted you here,
I could not give depth to feelings of dearness,
I could not even lay my soul bare at your feet,
still you were in my deepest thoughts,
in days and nights that I was missing you;
you are in my joy and sadness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Everywhere I searched for the words [1]
Everywhere I searched for the words
to express the depth of my true love to you
and nowhere could I find it in a book,
I could not even say the right words,
I could not express how much I wanted you here,
I could not give depth to feelings of dearness,
I could not even lay my soul bare at your feet,
still you were in my deepest thoughts,
in days and nights that I was missing you;
you are in my joy and sadness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Love Letter
A love letter from me,
To you;
To say something important.
A love letter from me,
To tell a love story,
About you and me.
A love letter about friendship,
To strengthen our relationship,
And express our special feelship.
A love letter about love,
Love of life partnership,
Love of life friendship.
A love letter from you,
To say that;
You always miss me.
A love letter from you,
To tell that;
You always think of me.
A love letter written
For You, my love,
On this day.
A love letter written,
Sealed With kisses, and
Hug and Smile.
A love letter sends
By hand and
with much Heartfelt.
A love letter to
Say “I love You”;
Say “ I Miss you”;
Say “I think of you”.
A Love letter seals,
With a lot of love, and
Heartfelt.
A love letter written,
About love poem written,
In Remembrance of our sweet memory.
© Lawrence Hiung, January 2012.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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An Old Coat Rack
There is an old coat rack
that stands in the hall
and I’ve often wondered
whose coat once hung there.
It is much older than it looks,
probably a hundred years or more.
Many coats have hung on it
by people large and small.
I did hear that at one time
the coat rack belonged to Buffalo Bill,
so it is possible that Wild Bill Hickok
and Annie Oakley hung their coats
on it at sometime.
One will never know,
but now this little coat rack
with some history
belongs to only me.
11 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Shouts Of The Maddening Crowd
on this day i hear them
the maddening crowd shouting inside
an enclosure of the town
betting on who wins this time
the winner that takes it all
and the loser
who cries alone
it is the same crowd who tells you who you must be
what to do
what to be
to be just like one of them in greed and gamble
they have a thousand eyes and their mouths speak to you
in unison
dare not run against their wishes
lest you be an outcast with all you possess stripped away from you
your name your past and if you stay a little longer
your future
today, it is all over, i am planning my escape
to the place of my silence
where i can speak and hear what i am speaking
where i can be brave where at last i can just be myself
there i am an island that even you cannot touch
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Love Alone
I memorize the words I want to say
I practice every move Ill make
I polay the scene like you were here
And I feel every breath you take
But all my plans just seem to melt away
The moment you walk in the room
I try to speak but words wont come
Till Im alone again
Im leaving my heart on the shelf
Sleep is a place I only cry myself
And dream by myself
(*) Im not in love alone
We put our two hearts together
Just like Ive always known
Once we begin were forever
And I will never spend a long night
Without you again
So now you know what Ive been going through
Now all I really need to know
Is why your eyes look so surprised
Oh no! this cant be true
Would you have let me walk away?
Why have you kept your feelings locked away?
Did I hear you say?
Repeat (*)
song performed by by Carpenters
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Music sings
Music sings
The songs of a thousand – words –
Cannot express the feelings of the universe –
Yet – Music – can
Say – express – everything
Only Symphonies – choruses – Tones –
Say with fervency – passion – the Heartache
What none else can convey –
The Music – the universal
Language that Everyone speaks -
People singing – wanting – Loving –
Grasping – searching – Probing
For the glimpse of Heaven none can get
Except through Love – Death -
Or Music.
poem by Melissa Northrup
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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
Tuesday,15 November 2011
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Virginia Wolf
some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
(all right)
life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
(all right)
though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right
(it'll be all right)
words and music emily saliers
copyright 1992 bmi virgin music inc and godhap music (bmi
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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I think American men are more conscious of putting up a good impression. There's more of an earthiness to Englishmen. But Americans aren't afraid to come up and say, 'Hi, I'd like to go out with you.' Englishmen are far more sheepish about it.
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Virginia Woolf
Some will strut and some will fret
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but theyll sweat
In their hopelessness and their rage
Were all the same the men of anger
And women of the page
They published your diary
And thats how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And heres a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
So I know Im all right
Life will come and life will go
Still I feel its all right
Cause I just got a letter to my soul
And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You say each life has its place
The hatches were battened
The thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm
Of cruel mortality
A hundred years later Im sitting here living proof
So you know youre all right
(all right)
Life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say each life has its place
The place where you hold me
Dark in a pocket of truth
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
And so it was for you
When the river eclipsed your life
And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
And it was my rebirth
So we know were all right
(all right)
Though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
Then you know youre all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
Then you feel youre all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
And your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And its all right
(itll be all right)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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To the girl in the red overcoat
Quietly I have sat here across the room
Nursing my drink and admiring your beauty
Yours is a smile of a thousand suns
Or any such other poetic simile
I am not as strong of character I admit
So introducing myself is beyond question
Steadfast I shall sit here alone and in thought
Perhaps I may catch your eyes a glance
Across this crowded room we both sit in
More likely we shall both depart alone
As much as we did enter this room
The noise of chatter and laughter is filling
But does not drown out my thought
Could I pen you a letter in the hope its read
Or let this thought this notion be forgotten
You are as many others I have seen
A beautiful woman in all you own right
And across the room I look but do not stare
In silent admiration of one I shall know
As the girl in the red overcoat
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Words of Our Love
How can i allow
words to express how i feel
when word of my love
cant even be spoken
I lay awake late night
only because you're on my mind
I remember your love, your kiss
and your warm lips as i wait
to see and hear from you again
I put into writing my feelings
for you and still have a million to say
all because it's so hard to express them
I guess what am trying to say is
I LOVE YOU
poem by Robert Roberts
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In A Thousand Words
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU MY FEELINGS.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU I'M WILLING.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD EXPLAIN MY PERSONA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TALK LIKE MY MAMA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SING YOU A LYRIC.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SELL YOU A GIMMICK.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU IT ALL.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
poem by LaQuandra Baskin
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