From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
A Rare Flower Blooms Only Once In a Blue Moon!
Just as Nature is an inspiration to spirit
Poetry is an inspiration to the heart ever!
Musical poems full of meaning delight all
Like the freshly blossomed flowers do to all!
Poems delight heart, inspire mind and
Elevate spirit to higher level ever in bliss!
Poems mean inspiration and delight to heart
That remain in mind ever to inspire soul ever!
Nature and poetry are reality and reflection
As Shakespeare did with his art of poems
Reflecting human life in all its totality ever
As rare flowers alive for all to enjoy ever!
Poems of such kind are flowers of rare variety
Such flowers bloom only once in a blue moon!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Fountain of Your Heart
My love for you is always
abounding with drops of tears
falling on the fountain of your heart.
Our two souls need to reach out
to soak up these drops of tears
from the fountain of your heart.
Words speak I to you
do not reach your mind
or the fountain of your heart.
Our two souls need to reach out
before our love is gone completly
from the fountain of your heart.
Fountain Of Love
(words & music by giant - lewis)
One thought of you,
My heart begins churning
I feel return
To a fountain of love
My lips and eyes,
They ache to be near you
To hold you here
In my fountain of love
Never be blue
Should your world start sinking
Just come and drink
From my fountain of love
Well build a new world off
On a high mountain
Well live
On our fountain of love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Like A Fountain Of Water
Like a fountain of water
Kissing you throughout
You will like the latter
What it is all about.
Like a fountain of water
Flowing endlessly
Like a waterfall in a far away site
What is its whereabouts?
Like a fountain of water
I dream of you
Forever flowing in my mind
A hand touching my heart.
Like a fountain of water
Expunging the errs in my life
Waiting for fate to strike
It all changes my mind.
poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos
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Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
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Squirm worm - for CJ
Can you remember
when you were, oh, five,
and something just more perfect than
whatever that word meant then
and more delightful than
delight
just made you squirm, it was so - well, that? just - right?
today I squirmed
and I'm great-grandfather's age.
I wonder how many others there are
around the fountain of life
squirming with delight
like a wriggly mass of
white
cherubic
maggots
at poetry
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Twas Summer
'Twas summer,-- through the opening grass
The joyous flowers upsprang,
The birds in all their different tribes
Loud in the woodlands sang:
Then forth I went, and wandered far
The wide green meadow o'er;
Where cool and clear the fountain play'd,
There strayed I in that hour.
Roaming on, the nightingale
Sang sweetly in my ear;
And, by the greenwood's shady side,
A dream came to me there;
Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers
Of sparkling hue we see,
Close sheltered from the summer heat,
That vision came to me.
All care was banished, and repose
Came o'er my wearied breast;
And kingdoms seemed to wait on me,
For I was with the blest.
Yet, while it seemed as if away
My spirit soared on high,
And in the boundless joys of heaven
Was wrapt in ecstacy,
E'en then, my body revelled still
In earth's festivity;
And surely never was a dream
So sweet as this to me.
Thus I dream'd on, and might have dwelt
Still on that rapturous dream,
When, hark! a raven's luckless note
(Sooth, 'twas a direful scream,)
Broke up the vision of delight,
Instant my joy was past:
O, had a stone but met my hand,
That hour had been his last....
poem by Walther von der Vogelweide
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Delight
Anytime that you fall asleep
I'm wide awake
Anytime that you leave your house
I'm waiting at the gate
I'm not angry anymore
Come on and show your soul
I'd love to hang it on the wall
Framed for me
Anytime that you smile
I know that's really you
Anytime that you laugh you know that
I'll be laughing too
But it's not funny anymore
Come on now where's your soul
Is that it crumpled on the floor
Is this blame on me
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Anytime now you'll talk at least I hope you will
Anytime now you'll speak and you know
I'll be listening still
But we don't say much anymore
Come on tell it from your soul
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Won't be coming in
Delight Delight
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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To John Forbes, Esq.
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, AND
WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF
AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR
ORIGINAL BEAUTY.
SWEET spoils of consecrated bowers,
How dear to me these chosen flowers!
I love the simplest bud that blows,
I love the meanest weed that grows:
Symbols of nature--every form
That speaks of her this heart can warm;
But ye, delicious flowers, assume
In fancy's eye a brighter bloom;
A dearer pleasure ye diffuse,
Cull'd by the fountain of Vaucluse!
For ye were nurtur'd on the sod
Where PETRARCH mourn'd, and LAURA trod;
Ye grew on that inspiring ground
Where love has shed enchantment round;
Where still the tear of passion flows,
Fond tribute to a poet's woes!
Yet, cherish'd flowers, with love and fame
This wreath entwines a milder name;
Friendship, who better knows than they
The spells that smooth our length'ning way,--
Friendship the blooming off'ring brought;
When FORBES the classic fountain sought,
For me he cull'd the fresh-blown flowers,
And fix'd their hues with potent powers;
Their pliant forms with skilful care
He seized, and stamp'd duration there;
His gift shall ever glad the eye,--
Nor, like my verse is born to die.
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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Lewd object
you make my heart boil
like water looking for the bitterness of
tea
the temperature on my head
rises to the
level of the desert and i become
the Bedouin
racing with my black horse
looking for
oasis
there is water around me now
there are sweet dates and grapes within the mighty hold
of my hands
i must be cursed
i am never satisfied
this thirst and hunger
this difference
they are always
insatiable
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Easter Flower Gift
O dearest bloom the seasons know,
Flowers of the Resurrection blow,
Our hope and faith restore;
And through the bitterness of death
And loss and sorrow, breathe a breath
Of life forevermore!
The thought of Love Immortal blends
With fond remembrances of friends;
In you, O sacred flowers,
By human love made doubly sweet,
The heavenly and the earthly meet,
The heart of Christ and ours!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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An apology for sadness
When, in the miser's eager gaze,
His countless treasures lie,
Then most his coward spirit sinks,
With dread of poverty.
And when I felt within my grasp,
The treasure of thy love;
The insatiate avarice of the heart
Fierce with my spirit strove.
It troubled the clear fountain where
My thirsting soul had quaffed,
And mingled tears of bitterness
With the delicious draft.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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In The Seven Woods
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away
The unavailing outcries and the old bitterness
That empty the heart. I have forgot awhile
Tara uprooted, and new commonness
Upon the throne and crying about the streets
And hanging its paper flowers from post to post,
Because it is alone of all things happy.
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer,
Who but awaits His hour to shoot, still hangs
A cloudy quiver over Pairc-na-lee.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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Sun rises and all wake up
The Sun rises and all wake up
And engaged in their works
The Sun rises and knowledge spread
Smile entire creation
The Sun rises and eyes opened
The sun rises and sucks water
To return the same in multiple colors
The sun is the soul of entire world.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.
quote by Michelangelo
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Bed Of Flowers
i found myself in a bed of flowers
looking up towards the sky
i laid there inhaling the sweet
fragrances of the flowers
and thinking of you and i.
the fragrances tickled my nostrils
and the memories flooded back in
thinking of all the joys we had
and all the things we did.
every feature of your face
the color of your eyes
the way your hair fell upon your shoulders
and how you could hypnotize.
i felt your arms around me
the tenderness of your embrace
your soft tender kisses
kissing my neck
kissing my face
taking me back to another world,
another time
another place.
you had captured my heart with all that i saw
and in my heart live there
now and forever more.
i smell the fragrance of your body
and it fills me with delight.
i feel your presence near me
although you're not in sight.
all my five senses are reaching out to you
but you're not there
and i don't know what to do.
so i'll lie in this bed of flowers
until you finally arrive
and in my heart i know
that our hearts will both entwine.
poem by Louis Rams
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Flowers
(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Rivers, Waters Of A Variety
Left to us is a lake of anxiety,
Understand them, see how the liquids roar.
Water is an ornament of details,
It is the hearth and heart of some troubles.
A sea works fine with someone,
I am fine and fair with the sea.
It has walls, walls too magnificent,
O Medium of the heavy rain,
Bless us anyway to make much too much ruin,
Inside the chamber of horrific water.
Water is the holy blessing of deeds,
The fountain is near, my friend.
I observe from my flowers in the head,
And tiny drops are unleashed by the millions
As one single magnificent, marvellous fountain.
Jagged and muddy so clean is this true monument
That is worthy of anointing me.
This is the gargantuan fountain of hearts restored.
Next, we trek and see ahead the path
And its journey to live among the river
Of Eternity.
The river has never kept a blood
Or a sport so fine as Me.
O Medium so great, do discover my soul.
So then there appears a Waterfall,
So slothful and hard at worry.
The peace and tranquillity finally emerges larger,
It is larger than the fountain, heavier.
The way of the river is angrier,
But we shall descend as a waterfall.
poem by Naveed Akram
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