Dedication To The Edition Of 1876 To H.J.A.
Three graces still attend me, since the day
Your step across my graceless threshold came:
Reverence, and Gratitude, and Love, their name.
Reverence, whose gaze fears from the ground to stray,
And bows its head, and sues to you to lay
Your foot thereon, and keep my base self down:
Next, Gratitude, that, bolder, by degrees
Creeps up the folds of wedlock's rescuing gown,
To make a circling fondness round your knees;
And lastly, Love, which from that low perch sees
Chaste lips, and tender eyes, and tresses brown,
And, darting upward, finds a home with these.
So stand we level in that high embrace,
And I have all your glory on my face.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Praise
Why do you hold me in high esteem and praise?
Make me to feel great with status raised
I am overwhelmed by your noble gesture
As you always wished me for bright future
I was no where near respectable mark or level
You encouraged me to work had and excel
Filled with high spirit, motivation and enthusiasm
Inspired me rise beyond certain level and “ism”
I was confined to zero energy and confined
You infused me with optimism and refined
How to express gratitude and acknowledge?
I am novice and have no such knowledge
Will you pardon me for being so negative?
Lukewarm to response and not so sensitive
I must learn quite a lot from you and oblige
I feel shy to open up but have nothing to hide
Is it not the tendency of human being to deceive?
No return of thanks when applauses receive
We might have scaled new height and glory
Still we may forget the past as simple story
If we learn to repay good gesture with gratitude
People will learn to respect with different attitude
This is what is expected from new generation
They should rise above all without any expectation
It may look as simple form of advice
It should not be considered as mechanical device
Time may change but not the essence and spirit
You may need oil for lamps to lit
We shall not last to see it either
Storm may come and soon to wither
Life has to stabilize and prove the best
It must face stand firm and stand to test
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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We’re Home
Pray with me
At the botanical garden,
Stay with me this weekend
As we breathe our yoga of devotion.
I fell in love with you
As I placed my mat next to yours
And we drank clear water
Of reverence and hope.
Let’s sit on the terrace
And give thanks for each other,
Express gratitude for our lives,
Let us find God in each other’s eyes.
I could weep with you in the rain,
Smile with you in the sunlight
Touching your hair graced by summer flowers,
Share fruit with you walking along a city street.
It’s not too late to make everything meaningful,
It’s not too late to discover each other in this sacred place
And finally realize that we’re home.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Dizzy
I wanna know who you are
No more admiring you from a far
You walk by I get weak in the knees
I get next to you andi get dizzy dizzy
The way you look the way you move
Your body's telling me that I cant lose
You and me were meant to be
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
With my eyes open I wanna see your face
Spend all my days in your sweet embrace
Just one night with you could set me free
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
You make me think of things to come
I'm dreaming that I'm making love
I dont know what you doing to me
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
(rap)
Hey I wanna hear you scream
Girl do you wanna get with me
Actually its plain to see
The way you move is making me dizzy
Dont know just what to do
I need some love to get me through
I'm feeling you
song performed by by 98 Degrees from Revelation
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All through eternity
All through eternity
Beauty unveils His exquisite form
in the solitude of nothingness;
He holds a mirror to His Face
and beholds His own beauty.
he is the knower and the known,
the seer and the seen;
No eye but His own
has ever looked upon this Universe.
His every quality finds an expression:
Eternity becomes the verdant field of Time and Space;
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Every branch and leaf and fruit
Reveals an aspect of His perfection-
They cypress give hint of His majesty,
The rose gives tidings of His beauty.
Whenever Beauty looks,
Love is also there;
Whenever beauty shows a rosy cheek
Love lights Her fire from that flame.
When beauty dwells in the dark folds of night
Love comes and finds a heart
entangled in tresses.
Beauty and Love are as body and soul.
Beauty is the mine, Love is the diamond.
They have together
since the beginning of time-
Side by side, step by step.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.
quote by John Milton
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Over the Banisters
Over the banisters bends a face,
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace,
And watches the picture, smiling.
The light burns dim in the hall below,
Nobody sees her standing,
Saying good-night again, soft and slow,
Half way up to the landing.
Nobody only the eyes of brown,
Tender and full of meaning,
That smile on the fairest face in town,
Over the banisters leaning.
Tired and sleepy, with drooping head,
I wonder why she lingers;
Now, when the good-nights all are said,
Why somebody holds her fingers.
He holds her fingers and draws her down,
Suddenly growing bolder,
Till the loose hair drops its masses brown,
Like a mantle over his shoulder.
Over the banisters soft hands, fair,
Brush his cheeks like a feather,
And bright brown tresses and dusky hair,
Meet and mingle together.
There's a question asked, there's a swift caress,
She has flown like a bird from the hallway,
But over the banisters drops a "yes,"
That shall brighten the world for him alway.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I Am Quiet In Gratitude To God
I am quiet in gratitude to God
Saved again
Near tears in tears
Grateful to God
And trying within
To let the Gratitude be everything
And forget for a time
The fear that will return again-
Quiet in Gratitude to God
And wanting that Gratitude to be everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She is....!
She is the Symbol of many.....!
Her life has long history
She is.......
Love,
Beauty, Gratitude
Grace, Admiration, Sympathy
Innocence, Purity, Secrecy, Friendship...
Plotonic Love,
Passion, Calm
Slavish devotion, Protection, Good Luck
Reverence and Humility, Feeling of Love, and goddesses
Yes.....!
Above all Superstition......
blood of the Christian martyrs, Virgin Mary.Tear of Prophat
She is bit Tall
Her nails are sharp thorns
She wear petals and sepals
She is none but ROSE.
poem by Syed Ali Sagar
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Scarring up my Knees
As I sit here by your bedside son I trace the scars on my knees.
My scarred knees is like a GPS to your soul.
You see the very first scar I got for you is the day I found out your mom was going have you.
I fell to my knees and I thank God for blessing me with a child.
The next scar came when you were born.
I fell to my knees with tears in my eyes thanking God for not just blessing me with a child but a son.
The day you took your first step, I got on my knees and asked the Lord as you step to please walk with you.
And son when that stray bullet hit even as you lied there in your blood I fell to my knees and prayed to God saying; “Lord I don’t want him to leave me now but if you his heavenly father is calling him home let him know his earthly father loved every moment we shared.”
Now God did not call you home that day and you still here with me so until you open your eyes I’ll be scarring up my knees.
All White
All white, all light, all beautiful she stands,
Love in her eyes, a glory round her brows,
Blanched as the lilies chaste in her chaste hands.
Even so God's saints in their celestial house.
Red only are her lips, ay, red as those
Turned by the Queen, that happy day in France,
As yet unkissed, to him who made his vows,
Victor in fight, to her his soul's romance.
Idly she stands in dreams.--Ah, Launcelot,
Couldst thou but plead here haply and prevail,
Touch her soft cheek, draw tears from her sweet eyes,
Open her lips to passionate words unwise,
Receive her true kiss 'neath thy coat of mail:
In Love's name, I who love, should grudge it not.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Lover's Chronicles (Part Four)
your hair falls in layers as if
a gown, or a veil, behind which
all mystery abides... your eyes
moan, a deep and gutteral spiritual
longing, the history of mankind
abiding there...
your lips, silent, motionless...
yet those eyes the painter's brush!
nightfall itself bows in gratitude.
beginning and end, again and again,
as if the earth breathed somewhere
deep in the softness.
i see the first fire, the shadows on
the walls of the cave. and i hear
drumbeats in the distance... feel
the howling of the wolf on the back
of my neck... and death is there, so
it must be, for there to be life. i
wait in the timeless, lost in your
glance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Obsessive
She hates the way she looks some days,
She hates the way her features lay.
The way her face is round and chubby
The way her nose is kind of snubby.
The way her tummy curves is gross
and how her knees knock, what is worse
is how her feet have bones protruding
so as to make her high heels hurt.
She wishes she had bigger breasts,
she fancies skin that's freckleless.
She'd love to make her green eyes brown
and have a tan the whole year round.
She doesn't care about the cost
of having this and that because
she always wants to look her best
though some would say that she's obsessed……………..
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Lass With The Delicate Air
Timid and smiling, beautiful and shy,
She drops her head at every passer bye.
Afraid of praise she hurries down the streets
And turns away from every smile she meets.
The forward clown has many things to say
And holds her by the gown to make her stay,
The picture of good health she goes along,
Hale as the morn and happy as her song.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper pleasing fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.
poem by John Clare
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Qualifications for gratitude
To load off what is not required,
What is in excess or a burden,
What turned stale or left over,
Or what cannot be carried with
Will not account for gratitude.
What is given for a gain,
From fear or under duress
Also will not count for gratitude.
To bequeath at the end of life
Also does not earn gratitude.
02.09.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am seeking that “titled”, LOVE…
I am seeking that SWEET LOVE, STAND UP FOR LOVE type of love, LOVERS & FRIENDS kind of love, that Trick love the kids love.
I stare in your brown eyes and wish I had that SEXY LOVE, LOVE IN A SPECIAL WAY love, HATE THAT I LOVE YOU love.
I want to be able to question myself and ask if this COULD BE LOVE.
I wanna make him scream and shout, that’s not a problem because MY LOVE IS LIKE WOAH, my LOVE IS INCREDIBLE, my LOVE DON’T LOVE NOBODY else except for him because ALL I WANT IS his LOVE. I bet he will never experience A LOVE LIKE THIS BEFORE.
I want us to MAKE GOOD LOVE.
I want to make love in the street, perhaps get some CADILLAC LOVE.
I want to make him the LOVE OF MY LIVE and let him know that my LOVE DON’T COST A THING.
I want our loving to combine and become that ONE LOVE, to also have a hot sweaty love like the CALIFORNIA LOVE.
I am seeking that SWEET LOVE, ILL MAKE LOVE TO YOU type of love, DON’T TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY kind of love, that I’m in love with a stripper love.
I stare in your brown eyes and wish I had that STUDIO LOVE,
I want to be able to question HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE.
I wanna make him scream and shout, that’s not a problem because MY LOVE IS LIKE WOAH, my LOVE IS ALIVE. I bet he will never experience this special NO ORDINARY LOVE.
I want to MAKE GOOD L.O.L.O.L.O.L.O.V.E.
I want us to make LOVE IN THE ELEVATOR, to show that our LOVE IS EVERLASTING, continuous, it does not stop on any level.
I want to make him the LOVE AMONG THE RUINS and let him know that LOVE CHANGES EVERYTHING.
I want our love to be stupid as if LOVE DON’T MAKE NO SENSE and to be an everlasting LOVE BY DAY, LOVE BY NIGHT
Don't Underestimate The Power Of...
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Embrace
The Power You Hold
In That Timeless Place
When My World Stops
At Your Wonderful Touch
Suspended In Rapture
With You, Giving So Much
… Strength and Comfort
And Tender Care
Don’t Underestimate
The Power There …
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Holding Hands
A Symbol-Bond, Saying,
‘Together, We Stand’
As We Share and Show
As One, We Plan
To Face The Future
With GOD … ‘We Can’
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Seeing Your Face
Eyes of Night-Skies
And Lips Of Berries’ Taste
Those Mystery Eyes
When They Meet With Mine
Passion Pours
As Our Lips, Wine and Dine …
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Our Hearts
Don’t Underestimate The Power
O Love’s Great Art
Tho’ The Heart, May Be Struck
With 10,000 Darts
Love, Has The Power To Make It
To Never Break Apart!
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Embrace
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Your Sweet Face
Don’t Underestimate The Power
Of Pure, Sweet Love
It, Is What, Holding Hands and Hearts
And Hopes Are Made Of
* * * *
(Don’t Underestimate …
The Power Of Even This …
Poetic Notes, Sealed With A Kiss
Words Spoken In Lover’s Bliss
A Whispered Wish, I Insist
Is Also, On The ‘Don’t Underestimate List …
So, Just Don’t Underestimate The Powers
Of A Love, So Strong and True, As Ours …)
Written & ©: 4/18/10
By: MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Ooh Boy
Ooooooh.....
Woo, woo ,um, um, yeah, yeah
Woo hoo
Verse 1: Terry
(Ooh) Well theres somethin bout the way
I feel when you look at me (Ooh Boy)...yea
(Ooh) It dont matter come bother me
Come close so I can see whats in store..yea
(Ooh) Got what I want I need somethin ne*ce*ssa*ry (Ooh Boy)...ooh... yea
(Ooh) Well its taken over me
When you make me feel that way (Ooh Boy)...Ooh
Chorus:
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me
Verse 2: Rhona
(Ooh) My body starts to shake
And I shiver... earthquake (Ooh Boy)...um yea
I say (Ooh) So sexy so freaky
Smellin so good so sweet (Ooh Boy)...Ooh
I say (Ooh) the way you talk to me
It just knocks me off my feet (Ooh Boy)...Ooh Ba-by
I say (Ooh) Its taken over me when you make me feel that way (Ooh Boy)...Ooh Ba-by
Chorus
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me (Ooh break it down)
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top (Top yeah)
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me (Down)
Bridge (En Vogue):
Ooh...Ooh Boy
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Ooh...Ooh Boy...
Chorus
You got my head spinnin round
You got my feet off the ground
You make my high come down
Boy will you break it down for me
Got me goin dont you stop
From bottom up to the top
Ive got to love a lot
Boy will you break it down for me
Ooh...
song performed by by En Vogue
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This Must Be The Place
Home is where i want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing
Hi yo i got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight
Home - is where i want to be
But i guess i'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did i find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where i'll be . . . where i'll be
Hi yo we drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till i'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head ah ooh
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Joy Ride
Baby baby don't you ever let go
More and more until we both overflow
Got a feeling that my heart's never known
I found love
Tender kisses and I'm floating on air
You can have me anytime, anywhere
When you need me I will always be there
I found love
[chorus]
And our love goes round and round
Way up high, a joy ride
We can touch the stars above
We found love
And our love was heaven sent
From the day we first met
We've got something they can't touch
We found love
Loving you is like a taste of heaven
Wanna gaze into your eyes forever
Run away and spend our lives together
I've found love
Baby baby
All it takes is one touch
And immediately I feel a rush
Baby boy, too much is never enough
I found love
[chorus]
And our love goes round and round
Way up high, a joy ride
We can touch the stars above
We found love
And our love was heaven sent
From the day we first met
We've got something they can't touch
We found love
I don't need anything
When you're here next to me
Nobody in this whole wide world
Could ever replace you in my eyes
We found paradise
Forever you and I
Our love goes round and round
On a joy ride
(with ya babe, with ya babe,
with ya babe, with you baby)
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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