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They offer you many things,
I a few.
Moonlight on the play of fountains at night
With water sparkling a drowsy monotone,
Bare-shouldered, smiling women and talk
And a cross-play of loves and adulteries
And a fear of death
and a remembering of regrets:
All this they offer you.
I come with:
salt and bread
a terrible job of work
and tireless war;
Come and have now:
hunger.
danger
and hate.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thirst, forced marches, battles and death. Let him who loves his country with his heart, and not merely with his lips, follow me.
quote by Giuseppe Garibaldi
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Forbidden
come with us and play!
see, we have breasts as women!
from your tents by the sea
come play with us: it is forbidden
come with us and play!
lo, bare, straight legs in the water!
by our boats we stay
then swimming away
come to us: it is forbidden!
come with us and play!
see, we are as tall as women!
our eyes are keen:
our hair is bright:
our voices speak outright:
we revel in the sea's green!
come play: it is forbidden!
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Just because a woman is over 50 does not mean she no longer has anything to offer. If anything, we have so much more to offer! We have lived life, we get better with age. I do my best work now in my 60s. Sure, I could retire; but what would I do? Play Bingo? I think not!
quote by Dawn Wells
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Female Fools
Women at all ages of their life
can be fooled on any day.
Just offer her some sweet sounding talk
and she's putty with which men play.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXVII: Storyteller
I only offer story
not the truth
I only offer fantasy
not the future
I only offer dream
not destiny
I only offer wish
not wisdom
I only offer memory
not the fact
I only offer chance
not miracle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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His Argument
when life has nothing more to offer to myself
what do you think should i offer to you?
when i have nothing
what is it that i can give you?
when i have nothing to gain
or lose
what is it that i must fear about death
when life itself has become my own sentence
my own death
my own end
why should i love it? why should i live it with you?
when you have nothing too
when we both have nothing to give and nothing to offer
shall we ever forget and forgive?
that is perhaps the reason of the explosion
explosive answers to explosive questions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No Wish To Hate
Did we ever wish to hate?
Is it explicit to state?
Is it one of the important things?
I am not ready to except for such things
Whenever I see any animal suffering
Uncared for on road and lying
I rush to help and offer water
Such is the state of mind we offer
It is our basic feeling
We tolerate no such sufferings
There remains in us a kind heart
Breathing for life as human art
Man can never kill a man
Women can't tolerate suffering of woman
Tease may trouble them from inner soul
This is not the way or our goal?
Does hate get any place in our mind?
Do we have to try for it and find?
No one may agree to give it little place
With it man may become mad in chase
Stretch out wide and use vision
You will find no confusion
World strives very hard
To revive and survive for life to be standard
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All I Have To Offer You Is Love
(craig wiseman)
If all you wants a good time, baby
Theres a party down the street
If youre trying to fight an old flame
Well, I cant take the heat
If youre looking for a game to play
Well, I wish you luck
cause all I have to offer you is love
If you only want a keeper darling
I dont hold the key
If youre searching for a saviour better
Get down on your knees
If youre looking for the answers, well
Hell I dont know that much
cause all I have to offer you is love
Oh darling, theres a whole lot of things
Ive found that I just cant be, no I cant
But if youre looking for a real love, baby
Ive got all that youll ever need
It might be more than youre after
Or not nearly enough
But all I have to offer you is love
Oh darling, theres a whole lot of things
Ive found I just cant be
But if youre looking for a real love, baby
Ive got all that youll ever need
It might be more than youre after
Or not nearly enough, ahh
But all I have to offer you is love
Sweet love, baby
cause all I got to offer you is love
Sweet love
Oh baby, sugar
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Nobody Dies Of Hunger
i have not heard
of someone
die of hunger, man always knows how to live
not by bread alone
he also knows how to steal a loaf of bread
and there is no more
prison term for
a loaf so to speak
for society knows
the worth of a loaf and
judges know
the justifications for
hunger,
rice, fish, bread, water,
morsels,
dog food, all these, satisfy hunger
but really
i think more have died not of hunger
but of fear
and yes, i agree with you
loneliness also kills
so which is which
that kills you
the fear of being
alone
and being alone and
lonely
strictly speaking, fear and loneliness
are two distinct
feelings, one is still to come
and by
a very long distance
it hits you right
in the head
and then
you fall like you were executed by nobody, no one,
except
by an empty space,
a false bullet shot by this badge of fraud,
extreme loneliness
the murderer again
whose name
is no one but yourself
what a pity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hidden Depth
I had nothing to hide
The discontentment was becoming wide
It had hidden depth
I failed to go with its length
It was like sea calm water
Nothing seemed apparent or amounted to alter
There was something like hidden treasure
All illusory things lying under without any measure
Life has become as such for want of happiness
That can’t be really visible or reflected on face
It may grow not out of fear or anger
It is like volcano rising with hunger
The natural disasters are meant to convey divine signals
It is indication of wrath and certainly to pounce upon arrival
What are we braced up to face and challenge?
Unless we are prepared to adopt some changes
It has shaken very foundation of faith
People are driven away and pushed to death
Robbery, loots and murders are daily scenes
Such a rage or anger is never faced or seen
We are harboring ill will and hatred
Where is it going us to lead?
Will it rush us to gallows?
Do we want it to allow?
Let us not wait for any religious preaching
Same books may offer universal teachings
Pick any page from it and it may offer only world
Love thy children with compassion and do not turn cold
It is yet not late
Do not curse anybody or hate
We may turn wild anytime
But can turn compassionate sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For To Reclaim The Night
They march uptown for to reclaim the night
Carrying lighted candles and small battery hand lights
Their peaceful protest for basic human right
And in solidarity you will find much might.
They march for women house bound after dark
Who after sundown shun the street and park
Who bolt their doors a shield against their fear
The fear of danger to them ever near.
They march for women for a crime free life
For the rape victim and the battered wife
And for women wronged by men in every way
Such cases as we read of every day.
When Emily Pankhurst at Epsom race track died
Her sacrifice for women World wide
From there the fight for women's rights began
For all those suffering at the hands of man.
The anti women libbers well might say
That women nowadays have things their own way
But women still victims of rape and foul play
Such stories in newspapers every day.
And till women after sundown leave their home
And without fear walk unlit street alone
Then women must march to reclaim the night
And protest for a basic human right.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Let Them Ban
Let them ban me from community
For praising the single almighty
I shall not fall in their trap
Even if they bash me and slap
Let them parade me naked in open
Offer lashes and wounds reopen
Let the blood flow and come out
I shall not stop to talk about
I shall profess for what I feel proper
I shall work hard and prosper
I shall silently pray and whisper
About his greatness and remember
Who can be great without his blessings?
Why all these has gone now missing?
Why people want to cordon him and mislead?
Where can we go now and properly read?
'You got to believe' he is one and only our lord
'You can't deceive' ours is only one and one god
I look here and there with fear and look at the cross
God you are witness and due to this we suffered a loss
Lord Mahavir* was poked through ears with long nails
Only fault that he could take no care of bullocks and failed
Like these many examples of our folly exist
I revolt openly and refuse to fall in line and resist
I shall stay among poor and suffer
I shall not mind if I have nothing to offer
I shall share dry bread and eat with their company
I shall never be condemned by powerful o, almighty
Leave me alone and force for no contempt
I shall never oblige and allow you to attempt
I shall believe one and only one
Not by either name or disliked by someone
Lord Mahavir was 24th incarnation of God… Jainism
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Picture Perfect
Picture perfect a life that you saw in a magazine
Or maybe a travelling book
Wanted to get on that plane and fly away
cause you are a rock star deep down inside
You walk with a swagger, got nothin' to hide
Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans
Your sideburns are perfect, you're a perfect and lean
So you made an oil painting to inmortalize
All of the hope and vision in your eyes
In your leisure coat and cowboy hat
North American records and so much to bat for
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
Get a job lifting cement
Oh it's so dry when it rains it gets wet
And the village was great, now it's a suburb
You left behind half of all that you had learnt
Relearn a couple things along the way
The thrift shop so clean all for half what you'd pay
So you try everything on, on for size
Drop top your Camaro and go for a ride
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I don't mind to sit here and waste my time
Oh but this world is not mine to define
And I want to shine
Please bring me along
Please take me away
I don't want to stay
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to show everything I have to offer it
I want to show everything I have to offer it now
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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This Is Me:
One says I have the heart an angel,
One says I have the heart of the devil,
Well,
I'm neither an angel, nor the devil,
I'm me.
A women,
A women who will believe in anyone who can believe in themselves,
Even believe in those who don't believe in themselves,
A women who loves all things,
Weather dark of light,
For as I know the world cannot cooperate without the other,
I hate the things that make me mad,
Like racism, bullying, age discrimination, being a women and not have full rights to everything, and watching people suffer and go throw hell right in front of my eyes,
A women who is strong as steel,
But has compassion and is full of love,
One who likes to get her way, but can allow others for there's, too,
This is me.
A women,
A women who loves pissing people off,
But a women who wants to comfort the sad,
A women who loves to give her heart out,
To where it on her sleeve so people can see,
But don't when they take advantage,
A women who likes to cuss like a sailor,
Yet who loves to sweet words,
This is the women I am,
This is me,
And how I am...
poem by Sherry Painter
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I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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Living Hurts
I hear the singing of the birds…
I feel the sun on my face…
I am alive…
Turn to the morning news two babies murdered…
Living Hurts…
Walking in the park after dark…
The moon so very bright…
Then here comes that thief of the night…
Living Hurts…
Laughing and smiling with my boo…
Something we are expected to do…
Then out of nowhere, the dare…
Whip, bam, boom…
An arguments to soon…
Living Hurts…
Life is really to short…
It is a very good sport…
So lets just all get along…
Make love and smile…
Touch and run free…
Living Hurts…
Out of all of the warmhearted things…
This world has to offer…
It's final offer is death…
Love while you can….
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Somewhere U. S. A.
Out on the road like a low-down joe
And the bar where we are is so cool Id like to stay
Misunderstood like I knew I would be
The one I care for dont mind, shes built that way
I would gladly offer you my love
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
This rental car never went so far
But with each passing mile on more dream has turned to clay
Now that weve met and your eyes are all wet
Let me fetch my guitar, theres a song Id like to play
I would gladly offer you my song
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
One never knows where the good times
If you got some to spend,well do anything you say
Id never lie, well you know Ive tried
Though you think its the drink that has made me behave this way
I would gladly offer you my love
In this hotel in somewhere u.s.a.
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Mr Moonlight
(johnson)
You came to me one summer night
And from your beam you made my dream
Woh let me tell you now
And from the world you sent my girl
And from above you sent love
Now she is mine
I think youll find
Because she loves you
Mr moonlight
Mr moonlight
Come and again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging you to please
The night you dont come my way
I pray each day
Because she loves you
Mr moonlight
Break
The night you dont come my way,
I pray each day
Because she loves you
Mr moonlight
Mr moonlight
Come and again please
Here I am on my knees
Begging you to please
The night you dont come my way,
I pray each day
Because she loves you
Mr moonlight
song performed by by Hollies
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What Men Need To Know About Women
She will not be looking at you when the food arrives
She will not be looking at you in the midst of children
She will not be aware of you if there is a cat, or dog
She does not love you past three years but loves the idea of you.
She is not romantic past 25.
She does not care as much about how you look past 25. Other things come to matter more.
She talks to her friends more than you.
You like doing it, she likes foreplay.
Your choice is just for now, she is thinking, after 30, about forever
She is thinking she has allowed you to capture her.
Women choose you, not the other way around.
You are not as handsome as Ben Franklin past 45.
If she is not the star you are the villain
Learn to go blind after 45
Young women don't know how to make love, older women do
Younger men don't know how to make love, older men do.
There is no truth that can't be clouded by memory.
She remembers everything. You don't.
You fear losing your hair, women fear losing their beauty and their bodies.
The way to a woman's heart is through the restaurant menu and the beautiful house and affection.
Women talk, you don't
Women are smarter than you outside the office
Women are smarter than you in the home
Ok, you are smarter at work.
The secret of romance is her being attracted to you and you doing nothing to mess that up.
If you think sex is the key to making women fall in love with you, you'd be better off betting on chocolate-the odds are better.
Learn to like women, things work out better that way.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Cinquain: 2006
Warning:
Morphine slowly
Smothers the breath of life
And brings the sleep of death...ready
Or not.
He brought
Home a puppy.
I feed, groom, and walk her.
I play with her....He loves her....She
Loves me.
Pine tree
Quietly stands
Laden with snow....then bows.
Oak tree creaks and groans in the wind....
Then snaps!
I hate
Bigotry...I
Hate ignorance...abuse.
I hate wastefulness...Yes, I hate.
Do you?
poem by Pene Burkey
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