Do I Love You, Until Today
all make-up have lose
to the ground,
like a painted wall that cracks thru and thru
yah! so naive in the making, yet satisfying
the smile that crafted in your face,
oh! lousy beauty that beverage a new wine in
an old jar
dress code that bother the seeker,
blond want to arose the young one, bother me
not forgotten rotten fish in the pail,
nothing left but a texture that once upon a time
so cute and dazzling like fish wanted to be hook
in the fishermen cage
nay those days will come again,
boarded in the speed of sound, like a jet
viewed in the clouds, waiting to hail
the rainbow that never
rain, come and take those sparkle of moist in the
sky as you will touch the gentle eyes that
eagerly want to dance in those beautiful
amber check
till then, my lips is seal with
laughter, until the last day of a given time,
still I do love you my darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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Mad: 1
He was angling fish sitting on the high way,
frequently making the hook dance
and all on a sudden, pulling the fishing rod so forcefully that
it seemed a big catfish had certainly swallowed the hook.
He was then repenting loudly showing others
really a big fish had been successful to flee making him a fool.
Pedestrians were watching him shaking their necks
and bursting into laughter.
An unhappy man stopped his purple colored car beside the road
and opening the window asked him aloud, 'Brother,
have you got any fish? '
He raised his eyes at forehead with surprise and said, 'Alas!
Who has ever got any fish on a dry street? '
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 24
A weak fisherman caught a strong fish in his net and not being able to retain it the fish overcame him and pulled the net from his hand.
A boy went to bring water from the torrent.
The torrent came and took the boy away.
The net brought every time a fish.
This time the fish went and carried off the net.
The other fishermen were sorry and blamed him for not being able to retain such a fish which had fallen into his net. He replied: ‘O brothers, what can be done? My day was not lucky but the fish had yet one remaining. ‘Moral: A fisherman cannot catch a fish in the Tigris without a day of luck and a fish cannot die on dry ground without the decree of fate.
My Rainbow
I have this rainbow that no one can see
It is planted right inside of me
it is made of all bright and beautifull colors.
the first is bright yellow and just like me beautiful and bright making the best of what can be.
the next color is blue bold and strong never wanting to let anyone down and yet always stands his ground
and after that is the deepest of purple the passion, a ladys man yet sensitive and artistic to everyone around
the next color to my rainbow is pink she is beautiful in every way seeing the world in the beauty that we have lost, and picturing it the way it should be, with castles and princesses all around.
at the end of my rainbow is a strong orange he is brave and strong and makes for sure all see's with a double look
and all of these beautiful colors in my rainbow
make the most perfect combination i could have ever imagined
when i look to the rain and see this little sparkle
i know there is nothing that could ever compare and i know i will never feel despair.
for through rain snow sleet and hail
i will look at my rainbow and find my happines there
poem by Kassie Selders
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Accept the fact
The fear that you have nothing to tell anymore
To amuse yourself
writers' block, shutting up, windows closing,
doors locked, mind shrinking,
like the fish vendor who sells rumors & rotten stories
To the streets
You go to the fish market today
Not buying any fish or selling any or even touching gills
so you can breathe
You’re looking for some
Salt
Taking notes of the fish scales discarded
Trashed
Some fish bones & broken fins
some fishermen catching
Broken hearts on their small eyed nets
You go back with fish fins
And fish tails, thick lips and round moving eyes
You will start with a mermaid story today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fish of a Different Color
Big fish and small fish
Swimming here in this pond
Fast fish and slow fish
And now one is gone
Poor, foolish fishes
Just make a few stronger
And watch how these fishes
Devour each other
To be the small fish
I'm sure none would bother
But oh, don't you wish
You could make the pond smaller?
I've found my own niche
To live my life fuller
For I am a fish
Of a different color
Is it really like fishing?
They say there is many fish in the sea to choose from.
But have you ever gone fishing?
They say do not worry they are like fish you lose one then get a fresh one.
But have you actually gone fishing?
They say you can be picky when fishing your fish.
But have you been in the sea and fished?
They even say some actually smell like fish.
But have you really smelled a fish?
They say there is plenty of fish in the sea.
But have you actually gone and counted the fish in the sea?
They say once you catch that perfect fish, you are bound for a good life.
But have you caught that perfect fish they all speak of?
They say some fish can be beautiful.
But have you seen any beautiful fish?
How can one compare a fish?
They are not alike.
How can one say it is as easy as finding a fish?
It is not a simple task.
How can they say there are so many fish in the sea?
When there are so many fishers who have yet to catch.
Can you really compare life and love to a fish?
The answer is of course not.
You can’t.
Impossible.
Unreal.
Not imaginable.
Unbelievable.
Unrealistic.
A fairy tale.
poem by ReubenJames Rodriguez
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The Fish Hook
My father
holding fish-hook
hooking bait
throwing of it to sea
in that bridge
its angle line is moving quickly
big fish eating bait
in its fish-hook
or only crab
making a fool of bait
in its fish-hook
or chance
which is making a fool
of him'self
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Beautiful You
A silhouette walking near, the figure so dear
shapely formed, a sunny halo adorn
a elegant walk, a very soft talk
a beautiful dress, so perfectly fit
the gorgeous eyes, the luscious lips
the soft skin, flowery pins
gentle hands, painted nail
closer she got the more beautiful
nature's creation, God's work
a sparkle in your eye and the beautiful smile
an angel without wings, heaven brings
to hold your gorgeous body so dear to me
never to let go, always to love
your my beautiful angel, my beautiful love
your a dream come true, i do scream
Love you to the end of time
My beautiful love
poem by Michael Peterson
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I Miss The Rain
i miss the sun shining face in my life
it was disappear for long time
i miss the smile on your face before
i do have for who smile for me
i miss the kiss of sweet lips feelings
who loved me as much as i want
i miss the tears of eyes when i'm cried
and someone make me smile and naughty
i miss the rain when we are together
i miss the rain when we have dance
with u in nights when rain..
i miss the sky of clouds and thunder too
bcaz you embarrassed me soo..
i miss the touch your lovely fingers
i miss the touch of one big lover..
i feels it and i wants it..too..
but it is not possible in this way
only possible in haven and 7th heaven
poem by Khushi throne
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Did It Rain Heavily Last Night?
i fell asleep
deep and
sound like
you i felt
i was dead
did it really rain
heavily last night?
the road is muddy
and i cannot take
a walk this morning
don't bother
i can go barefoot
don't bother
i like the mud
don't bother
i like being dirty
don't bother
the sun dries them all
and the water
at the pump
shall clean them all
don't bother
i am still alive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Washing Machine
Words and music by michelle branch & jenifer hagio
Your eyes they look so bright,
A funky flair in my appetite,
But theres no room for you,
My feet are on the ground,
And my head is in the clouds,
But you still cant break through,
Whatcha gonna do.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
Flowing like water in a crimson melody,
The orange plastic sun is shining,
And the truth so hard to see,
The rain of your existence if falling down on me,
And the soap suds spread like a disease from my washing machine.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for you,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
And Im hoping that youll make your next move,
That youll make your next move...
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Hole in the Wall
beauty resemble, the newness of what all things
seen by the naked eyes, the inner aura lure to
seek what the tranquility of the soul in viewed,
letting it go beyond human imagination, as
nature rebirth the ultimate aesthetic passion
of God of his creation
every wall has its hole, pepping the inside, is
building outside, breaking the fears is but
holding the strength in the wall, creating force
that stands for a fall, waiting to roll, as the day
role the light and the night waited the sun to
goes down, in the sky it standby and say
goodbye
look up the sea the current that passed by, the
rock murmurs, beneath the heavy blue water,
where the fish like to stay, as the seagull watch
the mass of fish float to surface like a dunes, the
turbulent smiling wind dazing to land in the
wave it dance
all what you believe is not a dream, a true
master piece of reality where only few eyes can
feel, that in every wall a hole always keeps each
pep, making you to know you're not perfect as
the master make it so
be on guard, though you know that limit brings
you, beyond today and learn to reflect that your
hole stop your wall to go, where God want you
to be, in Life there is always a destiny to live till
eternity
poem by Antonio Liao
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Only Link
I dreamed about beautiful love and association
That was mushrooming along with smooth relation
She was dreaming the same way as I was
We were smiling at each other without making a pause
'Not bad idea at all' she responded
As she thought we have to think of later how to be depended
If we have little kind in home
How will it look like when we welcome?
'Only from you' as love's symbol
She was making very sweet and magnetic call
I was dreaming too to fall in her line
She was making all that beautiful with smile
Since many days we were meeting in silence
It was magnificent attachment with love parlance
I wanted to have her reflection in child
Brilliant, intelligent, beautiful and kind
It was never thought this before
I just search only beauty and adored
Look at her face and saw cuts and features
It was so much for me to look at and be sure
We are under tree and enjoying happy moments
Many a times it has been felt as divine movement
She may hold hand and reassure me of coming days
Death can't be that cruel to take me away
Child is the only link that binds us together
When we hear cry or smile, it makes us free to bother
I dream same for my rest of the days and enjoy
She is there always ready to provide me complete joy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Loving Smile
a sweet smile a wonderful heart beats kind and gentle as her lips turn into a smile soft and serene everythign beautiful shes all that and more a small fire of desire burns in my soul my heart beats gentle its beats erratically she amkes me feel nervous but her smile calms me down time after time time marches forward day into night as night goes back into day a sun rises its warm and its bright it warms my body i love the sparkle of stars as they shine at night they remind me of her looking into her eyes they sparkle so beautiful your so wonderful all of evertythign and anything about you is just great smile forever please.....
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Part 4: The fish saves the worm
The big-mouth fish, snatched the worm.
As the worm was afraid; a small piece of him,
was left, on the sharp object.
The fish cuddle him, in his mouth.
Swimming as fast as he can;
to make it, close to the shore.
The fish, spit him out, on the land.
As the worm landed, he look toward the fish.
And said, ' thank you for not eating me? '
I wish you well, the fish said. Take care!
As the worm grind his way, toward a new place.
Knowing this ain't his home, the ground was moist.
He drilled a hole, and discover a new home.
The End....
poem by Derrick Clark
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The Well That Becomes Dry
your rope and pail
shall find no use now
for the well that used to give you water
has gone dry
utter a word to it
and what you hear is nothing but an echo
dropp a coin
there will be no ripples anymore
a fish lives there
now dead buried on the cracks of the soil
inside is the emptiness
that it will keep till the next rain
the rope shall accumulate
dust
the pail shall have its own
rust.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fishing in the Wei River
In waters still as a burnished mirror's face,
In the depths of Wei, carp and grayling swim.
Idly I come with my bamboo fishing-rod
And hang my hook by the banks of Wei stream.
A gentle wind blows on my fishing-gear
Softly shaking my ten feet of line.
Though my body sits waiting for fish to come,
My heart has wandered to the Land of Nothingness.
Long ago a white-headed man
Also fished at the same river's side;
A hooker of men, not a hooker of fish,
At seventy years, he caught Wen Wang.
But I, when I come to cast my hook in the stream,
Have no thought either of fish or men.
Lacking the skill to capture either prey,
I can only bask in the autumn water's light.
When I tire of this, my fishing also stops;
I go to my home and drink my cup of wine.
Nothing To Tell, Begin With A Mermaid Story
Accept the fact
The fear that you have nothing to tell anymore
To amuse yourself
writers' block, shutting up, windows closing,
doors locked, mind shrinking,
like the fish vendor who sells rumors & rotten stories
To the streets
You go to the fish market today
Not buying any fish or selling any or even touching gills
so you can breathe
You’re looking for some
Salt
Taking notes of the fish scales discarded
Trashed
Some fish bones & broken fins
some fishermen catching
Broken hearts on their small eyed nets
You go back with fish fins
And fish tails, thicked lippes and round moving eyes
You will start with a mermaid story today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You are dark
You are dark complexioned daughter
It sends me smile and roars into laughter
In family you are only one not sought after
You are most loved by me and lovelier
What a beautiful deep holes on your cheeks?
I always wanted it to be seen and seek
You were in your happy mood and moved
The color is not important and you really proved
You were precious diamond in my eyes
All my thoughts and ideas definitely fly
I look towards sky and aimlessly wonder
Why the dark clouds are always making thunder?
They are deep, full of rain water and dark
What do they deliver and actually embark?
Do they bring all happiness for mankind?
All these thoughts made me very kind
I will shower my all love to her
I will never make her to cry or bother
She will come to me for any answer
I will be lost in her and forced for love to shower
I will move my hand on her head
Gently reminding her of lovely read
How I love and always think of her future?
She will simply smile as if not all worried about future
She was in no way looked inferior
She was excellent and superior
Not only had she excelled in alround show
She promisingly showed determination to grow
I used to remind her of very good smile
“You are going to win world for a while”
She will stare at my eyes only to believe
At words to ascertain and feel relieved
I tried to convey her that she was the best and loved
Her color did not bother me or feelings holed
On the contrary it made me to think of her more
I loved her more and more and really swore
She has grown today to full womanhood
All eyes are on her even from neighborhood
It increases my concern for her coming days
I am searching an answer for her comfortable way
Jokingly I used to remind her of lovely smile
She may go away from us by many more miles
We may miss her absence for all the times to come
She was allowed to express her views and always welcome
“You will bring whole world to your knee”
As your smile may be worth millions and free
Where peace of mind will be at far distance?
You will make it worth in your presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Didnt Know What Time It Was
Once I was young --
Yesterday, perhaps --
Danced with jim and paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve.
And now I know I was naive.
I didnt know what time it was
Then I met you.
Oh, what a lovely time it was,
How sublime it was too!
I didnt know what day it was
You held my hand.
Warm like the month of may it was,
And Ill say it was grand.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.
Grand to be alive, to be young,
To be mad, to be yours alone!
Grand to see your face, feel your touch,
Hear your voice say Im all your own.
I didnt know what year it was
Life was no prize.
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes.
Im wise,
And I know what time it is now.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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