Fatherly Love
Your face
rubbing my chest
with ice
out side
and In side
the heart
runs
a soothing
firing
love.
your smile
is a balm
on my hundred wounds
inflicted by the rough winds,
your naughty tits bits
is a bliss
in my life.
your appearance
ignites my eyes
with pleasure
and joy
as I win
all the battles
defeating all the defeats
turning all the struggles
into a stunning
sweet melodious victory.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Paths Of Victory
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
I shall walk.
The trail is dusty
And my road it might be rough,
But the better roads are waiting
And boys it aint far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
I walked down by the river,
I turned my head up high.
I saw that silver linin
That was hangin in the sky.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The evenin dusk was rollin,
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin
And it was blowin at my back.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The gravel road is bumpy,
Its a hard road to ride,
But theres a clearer road a-waitin
With the cinders on the side.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
That evening train was rollin,
The hummin of its wheels,
My eyes they saw a better day
As I looked across the fields.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
The trail is dusty,
The road it might be rough,
But the good road is a-waitin
And boys it aint far off.
Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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a possible explanation for the cause of chest pain
The pain is on the left side of my chest
And runs to the other half of my arm
Sometimes it settles in my hand
I think I know why
On the left side is the woman who lives
With me
On the other half of my arm
Is another one
She runs to my hand so I may hold her
For all the days of my life
But I can’t I just can’t,
It is not simply possible
But above all these
The pain lingers at the center
Of my heart
Because I have not offered
My heart
Like a ripe mango, my heart,
To the real one
Who deserves it because
She came first
Before I have known
The meaning of lust
Forever she will last
And the pain is never gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Possible Explanation For The Cause Of Chest Pain
The pain is on the left side of my chest
And runs to the other half of my arm
Sometimes it settles in my hand
I think I know why
On the left side is the woman who lives
With me
On the other half of my arm
Is another one
She runs to my hand so I may hold her
For all the days of my life
But I can’t I just can’t,
It is not simply possible
But above all these
The pain lingers at the center
Of my heart
Because I have not offered
My heart
Like a ripe mango, my heart,
To the real one
Who deserves it because
She came first
Before I have known
The meaning of lust
Forever she will last
And the pain is never gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Maggie's Rhymes
My Maggie has such honeyed lips
and such lovely eyes in bed
reality slips my slippery grip
to trip lightly from my head.
Her smile cares not for good repute
as she poses in positions
that bid me stray from virtue's route
to set course for sweet perdition.
Her body is gifted curves and bits
that make her sweetly buxom.
And though Meg's ‘bits' must rhyme with ‘tits',
who guessed buxom Meg's so fucksome?
poem by Red O'Mara
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Whom To Love. (ii)
Love those who hurt you
As they don't know what they do.
Never hurt those who hurt you
As it gives us no pleasure or gain
But we have to suffer from the pain.
So the humanity should have a plan
That love to all and hate to none
As hate begets hate and peace flies
Love spreads love and pleasure ignites
Hate wounds the heart and storm the brain
Love cures the heart and alleviates the strain.
Love costs nothing
It may be a flash of smile or something
But hate may cost you dare
It may inflame the sore or fan the fire
So the humanity should have the plan
That love to all and hate to none.
Whom you love
They may or may not know
But definitely love knows who you are!
You may be nothing to him or her
Or they might be nothing to you
But definitely love knows who they are!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Heart To Heart
(Emmylouy HarrisPaul Kennerley)
Heart to heart we'll hold together
Hand in hand we'll find a way
Oh, the storms of life may blind us
But with the loving vows that bind us
Heart to heart hand in hand we'll stay
Side by side forever and always
Day by day till our lives are done
This sweet love is ours to treasure
Far beyond all time and measure
Side by side day by day as one
The years connot take what's between you and me
We'll stand her together for the whole world to see
Heart to heart there'll be no other
Hand in hand for our love is true
Oh, the words that we have spoken
Will be a promise never broken
Heart to heart hand in hand with you
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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On The Lonely Side Of Town
On the lonely side of town
When no one else is around
Her brown eyes cry those tears
Over her loves from the past years
Her heart is breaking without a sound
On the lonely side of town
She feels just like a clown
With tears pouring from her eyes
With no rhymn or reason why
But life has turned her upside down
On the lonely side of town
Her head is hanging down
Shaking from side to side
With not much left of her pride
There on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is lost behind her frown
But in ways she may never know
Her love fine it's way to show
And by her love she is bound
On the lonely side of town
You can hear the old train sound
Reminding her of those days
When life glowed with brighter rays
Even on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is loved by leaps and bounds
Even though she may not see
Love'S the only thing that's free
And it creaps up on her without a sound
poem by Norman Hale
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In The Orchard
LEAVE go my hands, let me catch breath and see;
Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon
Seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
The grass is thick and cool, it lets us lie.
Kissed upon either cheek and either eye,
I turn to thee as some green afternoon
Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Lie closer, lean your face upon my side,
Feel where the dew fell that has hardly dried,
Hear how the blood beats that went nigh to swoon;
The pleasure lives there when the sense has died;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
O my fair lord, I charge you leave me this:
Is it not sweeter than a foolish kiss?
Nay take it then, my flower, my first in June,
My rose, so like a tender mouth it is:
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire,
Dividing my delight and my desire,
The crescent life and love the plenilune,
Love me though dusk begin and dark retire;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Ah, my heart fails, my blood draws back; I know,
When life runs over, life is near to go;
And with the slain of love love’s ways are strewn,
And with their blood, if love will have it so;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Ah, do thy will now; slay me if thou wilt;
There is no building now the walls are built,
No quarrying now the corner-stone is hewn,
No drinking now the vine’s whole blood is spilt;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Nay, slay me now; nay, for I will be slain;
Pluck thy red pleasure from the teeth of pain,
Break down thy vine ere yet grape-gatherers prune,
Slay me ere day can slay desire again;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Yea, with thy sweet lips, with thy sweet sword; yea,
Take life and all, for I will die, I say;
Love, I gave love, is life a better boon?
For sweet night’s sake I will not live till day;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
Nay, I will sleep then only; nay, but go.
Ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet, I know
Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune;
Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so.
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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By My Side
Tonight I saw the glimpse of your
Smile fade my own
Reflection all your look
So beautifully
A tear went down my face
And all my memories erase
Oh why do you have to leave my side
Oh why do all the rivers flow
into the ocean
And why does all the love in the world
comes from the heart
And why does all the pain I feel
Comes from deep inside
Oh these questions
I could have answered
If you were by my side
CHORUS:
Something made me look at you
Something made me do what I had to do girl
Somethind made me talk to you
Something made me do what I should
I want you by my side
I want you by my side
I want you by my side
No everything the pain I feel
Slowly fades away
All the memories off you and me
Are always here to stay
Oh what I'm asking girl
Is one more chance
To let me in your life
Oh girl if you give me one more chance
Then I could be right by your side
CHORUS
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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The Beautiful Romantic Space
Her heart is a beautiful romantic space
Her friendship is a divine love- message;
Is unforgettable flow of ecstasy
And invitation with bliss-giving beauty;
Is pleasant like simple and plain expression
Is tasty like creamy curd;
Shares companionship and makes mind serene
Lovingly caresses that sweet romantic space;
Such cooling is not available
In Ooty, Kodaikanal or Darjeling
Even doing penance in Himalayas
One can not attain such loving place;
The love and care of my beloved
Are natural flows
Resemble cuckoo’s melodious voice;
Her friendship is full of aesthetics
With her wide eyes she obliges affectionately
And gives alms of Bliss with grace and concern;
Her honey-filled lips speak sweet words
And her youthful body is full of treasures;
Her pretty face fills my thoughts
And always I dream about her;
That romantic space
Shares delicate touches on tender beds
And provides ecstasy of blissful union
And never lacks in anything;
Her body is delicate as flower
And sweetness pervades her every portion
She showers love and affection
And presents with warm hugs;
Her smile is brilliant as the shining stars
Her face resembles full moon
She stars in my heart
With her beauty and love;
Her romantic space is balm to disturbances
Her friendship is like moonlight
And she joined hands for nearness and intimacy with me
Causing exhilaration to me.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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My Mom
My Mom was like a perfect rose at springtime,
Pure and beautiful, and the petals perfectly formed,
And it's fragrance sweet and pleasing to the senses.
For the rose, as my mom, came into this world as a thing of beauty.
As time passed, the winds came into my mother's life,
For as life brings the rose, it also brings the winds.
The wind blows the petals off the rose and it is no longer new
And struggles through the wind to regain its strength and beauty.
Because the rose by God's design is a thing of splendor,
The petals grow back as the winds die down,
As did my mother, for her spirit was strong,
And she lived her life with a love that had no boundaries.
My Mom fought many winds with grace and strength,
Always with a smile and never to bring sadness to anyone,
For she could not bear to see anyone cry,
She was too full of love and life to let the wind touch her spirit.
Mom was my perfect rose; beautiful, warm, loving, and sweet.
She is safe from the winds now and lives in Heaven.
She will live on in my heart always,
And ease the strong wind that weakens me.
Someday the wind will be only a gentle breeze upon my face,
And I will know that she lives on in me forever.
I will know that my Mom is still with me,
Still beautiful and strong and loving.
She is safe now and so much stronger than the winds
The she so courageously endured.
And in that she taught me to believe, have faith, and to know
That I have the strength to endure the winds of my own sorrow.
I love you Mom, you are forever in my heart - you are forever.
poem by Sally DeSmet Trueblood
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Without You By My Side
I lie so tired in my bed
And moon shows herself to the door
And I shut my eyes.
I pray to god, wont you tell me please,
Whats a girl like me doing
Lying here without you by my side?
Lying here without you by my side
Lying here without you by my side
The room fills with moonlight and memories of old times,
But dont worry about me, Im just fine most of the time.
The hardest part is late night, when Im home all alone,
And the house is so still nothing better to do than think about you.
Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
How quick my heart wants to believe, Ill never be lonely again.
Its those little things I never thought about much, that I miss most in the
End.
Like those sweet red-wine kisses, and the candlelight,
And the poetry, but mainly, its just the warmth of your skin,
And having you by my side,
Im lying here without you by my side
Theres this weight in my heart, its so heavy, so sad,
It felt like a wave that any moment comes crashing down,
And maybe my sorrow will drown tomorrow
When Im lying here without you by my side
Im lying here without you by my side
Transcribed by adam longfellow
song performed by by Jewel
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A Respite
While easing on my lane of life,
I was facinated by a handsome weirdo.
Keeled over by his stunning ochre eyes..
I found my lost inspiration in his incredulous smile.
I rued for many things in my life
but i wont fret for tipping over a person with whom i could never utter...
Till the time i ramble, the best thing i could get is...
'Inspiration' from his enticing brown eyes and his fillip smile.
Once I decamp this place and I sit in my garden with those ravishing blossoms
My thought would wing its way back to his stricking gaze and entrancing smile.
when a petty naughty smile would pass on my visage.
poem by Priya Govindh
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Joy of Bliss
Ah Ah, an expression of gladness,
Joy, Joy at the peak of time.
Moments with Bliss, times to behold.
Amending a fragile heart.
Joy like a river,
flowing side by side.
Selecting it time of rest,
But leaving one with a smile.
Just through a name, Happiness arrives,
By a word, hearts clicks.
No more sad moments, they exclaimed.
But just as Joy as Bliss
poem by Jackson Nyoho
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Sweet Up And Down
Big dog bites the bone
Life's too short to take all this
Not true when what's more:
Life's too short to mind
Just keep on with
The Sweet Up and Down
Unturning her cheek
Inside-out, her neat little pose
Dirty, little girl
Climbs out of the hole in her own
In this Sweet up and Down
I believe in love
But believe it's my heart that keeps turning me down
I believe in love
I think it's just fine
Oh, the Sweet up and Down
Big pig turns to me
Pig he needs to eat like us all
Not far from the beast
Man sits down to feast on this part
Of the Sweet up and down
I believe in love
And believe it's my heart that keeps turning me down
I believe in love
I think it's just fine
On the Sweet up and Down
BT...
Up and down, inside out
Outside in some you lose some
You win for us all
Up and down we go
Bad times choke us all once or twice
On this Sweet up and Down
I believe in love
But think nothing about it when you're not around
I believe in love
I think you're just fine
On the Sweet up and Down
I believe in love
But believe in my heart that keeps turning me down
I believe in love
I think you're just fine
On the Sweet up and Down
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Obstacles are necessary for success because in selling, as in all careers of importance, victory comes only after many struggles and countless defeats.
quote by Og Mandino
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Blunt brumal thorn
Make of your pain
a musical hymn
And become
a nightingale
become
a tangerine
and a yellow rose
misty years will flash
your pain
will be a dance
your tear
a thorny rose
and I, a pomegranate
and a missed
pentagram note!
Let all your wounds
uncovered
I 'll send
branches of sage
My words
will be on stage
for soothing,
or routes of bliss
Do not cover
those wounds
or your internal red.
Bestow to gods
a red wine
libation
of only contempt
I extol this
bitter attempt
I extort
my days' peace
to be a blunt
brumal thorn
in a bouquet
of yellow roses
So we will dance
or be
sacrifices
to a lesser god.
Make of your pain
a harmony;
offer a dew
of morning mist
upon your wounds'
marginal brim
maintain of your face
a smile thin
as if pomegranates
tasted sweet
maybe this pain
in me became sharp!
and Sirens' call's
my smile's feast.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Terminal
Side by side sat
on a bench of terminal
Talking and laughing at
The things we have shared together.
Day after day,
Time has passed by
Our little conversations are
turning into little sweet sensation
A way that makes me to smile,
I wish that time
would stand still, and the day
will never end
with you are all that I need.
So I come back at the terminal.
To see you once again
to see those big brown eyes
That I thought
it was belonged to me.
To see those smile.
That fills the magic in the air.
Standing here at the terminal
waiting to see you once again
hoping that you will be coming back.
But the days move into years.
The leaves start to fall
and turns into yellow.
Until the flower’s bloom in spring.
I’m still here waiting
at the terminal
for one last time, one more moment
let us bring back at the past.
Our friendly get together
are my hopes that we are meant to be?
You have touched me with
the love you’re bringing
you gave me reason to smile,
you have taught me to feel
the magic of sunrise.
You are the wind that embraces me.
So, standing here at the terminal,
hoping and praying that you are by my side.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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I am lying on the pyre!
I am lying on the pyre
A minute away from the fire
All things ready along with wood
In grudge across the river water increased
The last relative comes late and sees my face
Forget all in grief to cover my chest
Where lay the thousand wounds
For which I died a hundred deaths.
This is my last hope and honor so I cried
Oh cruel! Take away all but keep wounds secret
Respect my last right and please cover my chest!
The fire knows the taste of burning
The salt knows the taste of pinching
I know both as I got burning wounds
Oh clown! Don't shed too much tears
Never ever try to douse the flaming fire
As the fire will end my pain forever
The Water is waiting for me in the river
Strike the stick of the box, I can not wait
Let the wounds burn secretly of my chest
Oh buffoon! This is my last appeal please respect
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Hairy Tits
You're mine to feel and touch,
I love your hairy tits,
I love you very much
And worship you to bits!
And when you feel my crutch
I get the age-old itch,
I like you very much,
I love your hairy tits!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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