At home in Paris I take a milk bath two times a week, but here on the road it is more difficult. I miss them.
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poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Rain Bath
Clouds was happly
Crying....
Smiley earth was
Take bath...!
If you are ready
At home put inside
Dresses...
To take rain bath
Rain bath
Reduse the body pain
And minor mentel
Dis order...
Some time given
Cold and running nose
With also free...
But don't miss
The rain bath
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Shaver...tap...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wednesday
To everyone else Wednesday is nothing more than
the middle of the week. But to me Wednesday is
much more than three days to Saturday. See to
me Wednesday is like Christmas, my birthday,
and Valentines Day all rolled up in to one.
For every Wednesday my love and I take time out
for one another. We run a warm bath with milk
rose bubble bath and light candles. As we soak
we gently caress and hold one another. Then
after the bath we dry off, and go sit by the
fire. Meanwhile, as Kenny G. plays on the
stereo we snuggle. Now as we snuggle I watch
the reflection of the crackling fire in my
lover's eyes, and it makes me fall in love with
my lover all over again. Now, after about an
hour of snuggling by the fire we both drift off
to sleep in each others arms. Only to be
awaken by Thursday morning's sunlight.
This is why Wednesday is much more
than just the middle of the week to me.
I Miss The Road
I miss the road to school
I miss the innocence
I left somewhere on the road to school
I want my innocence back
but the road to work
never crosses the road to school
I miss the sweet home
I miss the peace
I left somehwhere in my sweet home
I want my peace back
but the growth has changed
the place i used to know as my sweet home
This makes me sad
but i know that innocence and peace
were not because of the outer world
They are within us
only the road to the
inner home is to be found.
poem by Narender Singh Bansal
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When I look at the road
When I look at the road
Besides my house
I remember you
I miss you, but I am
unable to find you
I miss the scene when
You cross this road
with my heart lingering
where are you?
seeing the road, I miss you
more! I need you
please come to me soon
without you! the road
seems bare lifeless
I don't want to look there
If you are listening to me
Then come to me soon
As I miss you mine
when I look at the road.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Cleopatra the Queen of Beauty
Cleopatra the queen of beauty
had the softest of skin,
Enticing Anthony
into a lovers spin
Alas a rash suddenly
covered her slinky body
A physician cried
‘Oh my God the only cure is a bath of milk
To bring your skin
back to the feel of silk
A servant set off
on a fast camel train
With milk galore his trip
was not in vain
The bath was prepared,
“Your majesty I have your milk
did you want it pasteurised? ”
“No up to my chin will do”
poem by Ken e Hall
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Paris, Please Accept Me, As A Human Refugee
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.
poem by Ahmed Khaled
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Home II
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm I've got to go home
Let me come home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
Its like I just stepped outside when everything was going right
And I know why you could not come with me
But this was not your dream but you always believed in me
Another winter day has come and gone away and even Paris and Rome and I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by a million people
I still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
poem by Christina Conseco
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Land of Dreams
Oh my darling, can I call you so
You enlighten my spirits as you go
You have touched the core of my heart
And I would never want to ever part
To grow and nature a happy life
One has to do it with his wife
We may act like kids at times
That's O.K., it'll just be fine
So let me frolic like a child
I will then drive you all so wild
In bed like lover do
Making out just me and you
I'll be your Cleopatra
So bathe me well
Milk bath bubble bath till I swell
Life is so beautiful just it seems
Now take me to the land of dreams....
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Everything That 'Is' Has Its Limits
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to grow,
Around many who fear the doing of it.
While they choose to sit and reminisce,
The times they miss and wish to revisit.
It is difficult to agonize through change.
Or to let go of those comforts,
Knowing the familiar will not be the same.
It is difficult to witness,
Seasons come and go.
But everything that 'is' has its limits.
No matter who denies that this is so.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miss Me but let me go
When I finally come to the end of my road
T|he stars set for me
I want no gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
My soul was burdened.
And my life was my prison.
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
This was somethinG I had to do.
I needed to be free.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take each must go alone.
I had to end my pain.
So my life I did now take.
A step on the road to home where at last life dont nother me.
Sing no sad songs for me.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go
|so when im gone miss me yes.
Cry for me no.
I am free now at last my soul is at peace.
So miss me but let me go
This was not written by me but it sums up a lot in my life
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Home
Take me home
Send me on a ship
My life leaves me
Homesick
Home
I forget myself
Home
I cant let myself
Let myself go
Miss my baby bones
I know the way they felt
Ive been aching
For mothers milk
Home
I forget myself
Home
I cant let myself
Let myself go
And I wanna be only bereft
And I wanna get smartest in my heart
Somebody to cut what I cant chew
Fill me up like it fills the room
Got my big girl
Body and shoes
Sometimes lately
Its hard to choose
Home (cant let myself go)
I forget myself
Home (cant let myself go)
I cant let myself go
Home (cant let myself go)
I forget myself
Home (cant let myself go)
I cant let myself
Let myself
Let myself
Let myself
Let myself go.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Tell Mama
TELL MAMA"
Tell Mama why I just come and go
Tell her that I'm just looking for
Some other faces, other names
And that if I'm cold it's not the rain
It's not the rain
CHORUS
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
I hide my face, beyond my tears
I'd never thought I could miss you dear
It seems to feel so ...
My face near the window dreams far away
What should I do against this pain?
Against this pain?
CHORUS 2x
Tell Mama that time goes by and by
Like the summer rain you'll meet sometimes
So close your eyes and let it rain
Tell her, after sunshine you'll meet the rain
You'll meet the rain
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
Tell Mama, tell her, tell her I feel cold
(I --- feel cold ---)
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
When I feel cold, when I feel cold
I miss my home, I miss my home
I miss my home.
song performed by by Wonderwall
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I don't really think they saw anything in me, except the fact that I was interested in it. Some of the kids would miss a week here and miss a week there, I think they could see that I really enjoyed it.
quote by Dorothy Hamill
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I miss u
I miss u in the mirror as it does not reflect u in my eyes
I miss u in my arm when I feel I am alone in the shades
I miss u when a girl shys
I miss u when a bird flies
I miss u when rain starts toopur toopur
I miss u when I heard leafs mutter
I miss u seeing a purple saree
I miss u seeing a talking eye
I miss u in a pic standing like a queen
I miss u serving a chat for u and me
I miss u in my arms
I miss u in my nights
I miss u when oggy runs after cockroaches
I miss u when bacardi and bear flashes
I miss u in the late night thinking of the old times
I miss u searching for help on new reciepies
I miss u when I see the phone ringing but its not a call of yours
I miss u when I try to call u but cut it as u r busy in urs
I miss u in facebook
I miss u in every book
poem by Rajnish Jena
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Little Miss Fortune
Little Miss Fortune, hit me and I'm down
Little Miss Understanding, ran me out of town
Little Miss Take, she don't understand I'm in a bad situation,
standing at the station,
Turning around, round, round, yeah,
And facing home, yeah.
Little Miss Dealing, set you back a
while Little Miss Freedom, is bound
to bring a smile
Little Miss-ery, got to come and go
I'm in a bad situation, standing at
the station,
Turning around, round, round,
yeah, and facing home,
Yeah, facing home.
I want to get back home, down this long road,
The way I'm going, I hope to see you before too long,
Time is passing; time is gone, oh,
oh, oh.
Gettin' on home,
I said yeah, yeah, yeah,
Little Miss Fortune, hit me and I'm down
Miss Understanding, ran me out
of town
Little Miss Take, you don't even understand,
I'm in a bad situation, standing at
the station,
Turning around, round, yeah.
I'm facing home; I'm facing home,
I'm driving home tonight, just to
see my baby,
I'm home, I love my baby, my baby loves,
Me little Miss Fortune, now won't
you leave me alone.
song performed by by Bad Company
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When I come to the end of my road.
When I come to the end of my road.
Miss me For a little while but forever.
Please don't let your heart hold any fears.
Let your eyes shed no tears.
For why cry now.
When my toutured soul has been set free.
I know My suicide musst be difficult to understand.
But hopefully you'll see that I am free.
One day we all have to take the journey of death.
And on this day I breathe my last breath.
I'm ready to take the last jouney home.
Please please don't cry for me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Farewell
(r. stewart / m. quittenton)
Fare thee well my brother
Please dont stand in my way
Im going down to that dirty town
No matter what you say
You fooled me and you ruled me
And you played in every part
I gotta go, its no use me stayin home
Goodbye my sister
Please dont let me see you cry
Gonna be a star some day
No matter what they say
And when you hear the crowds
All callin and shouting out my name
Until then, my little friend, Ill be unsatisfied
So long sweet melinda
Dont forget that youre my girl
Gonna dress you fine
And if you give me time
Make you proud like I said I would
And if the champs elysees no fallacy
If I find the world looks like it should
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars
Then I could stay a while
Well I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And Ill miss you all
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
Farewell all my family
Dont you know I mean you so well
Please appreciate I must make a break
Just to see what I can do
The stage is set so understand
I cant hide in the wings no more
Ive got to go now its no use me staying home
All I can say is I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And I think Im always gonna miss you
And I love you always
I think Im always gonna miss ya
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
And I love you and I miss you
If you dont get no mail you know Im in jail
But I love you and I miss you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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