Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Chains
Who chained the humans Sir?
With bracelets, anklets and tassels
Made of gold, gold and all gold
Studded with precious jewels
Who chained the humans Sir?
With love, desires and lust
Bonds, bonds and all kinds of bonds
Of blood, flesh and hearts
Who chained the humans Sir?
With lands, kingdoms and scepters
Wants, wants, everlasting wants
Of greed, anger and power
Who can break the chains Sir?
You, the man, man and man!
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Lives Tied In New Family Bonds
bonding is lives tied in family bonds
marriage union ties faith strong loyalties
new bonds consummated born ties
bonding is lives tied in firm family bonds
new bonds consummated born birth ties
marriage celebrations ties strong loyalties
marriage union ties bloodline loyalties
bonding is lives tied new life perpetuates
new bonds regenerate legacy possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lust Love and Infatuation
Just as any teen
on relationship matters I was so keen
flip-flopping the pages
there I was
Time to build my vocabulary,
I realized.
Bonds! people form bonds?
not the bonds of chemistry,
stronger than these it sounds
It last for years
if not lifetime
no other reaction can break it.
The aftermath of infatuation
(going by the dictionary,)
to Love its contrary
the hunky-parky is hell
Its more than a piercing blade.
The (pre-pain) is wonderful
Not my spherical dictionary
no the little figures can explain
superb, perfect, splendid, ...
Am sorry I cannot put it well.
It calls it infatuation
If you like it say lust
not enough? then use 'love'.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Hope For Him
O friend! Hope for Him whilst you live!
If your bonds are but an emptiness
Understand the prose of your Maker;
If you break the bonds of slavery
This day shall be mankind’s slaughter;
For in life we know this loves me
As I am a friend who bellows forth
Echoes in the valley of your desire.
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall
Have union with Him
Because it has passed from the body.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We Are Best Friends, Brothers, and a Family
Once our eyes meet,
We confront each other and speak for the first time.
At this moment,
We knew we were meant to be friends.
We walk into the same path to the future,
Where we will spend time together.
We keep going farther.
Always playing and foolish with each other,
Always be there for each other,
Always supporting each other,
Always talking about the problems each other,
Always understanding each other,
Although, we fight infrequently, and
Had a doubt about each other,
Not enough to put faith in each other,
Hesitate to trust each other,
Our despair times,
We went through together.
That's all it matters, not being alone to go through all these I had,
but having someone stood next to me,
And penetrate through all these tough times we had.
It makes our friendship even stronger ever than before.
We are now best friends.
We keep going farther even more.
We grow old together.
Our trust, faith, hope, and friendship grow stronger.
At this point where people no longer understand our friendship,
We only understand each other.
Our bonds are unique and undefinable that nobody has like ours.
We only know what our bonds are.
We are best friends, brothers, and a family.
poem by Bryan Pxxx
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Two Hearts Fused As One
When reality becomes stranger than fiction
two hearts marinate in the joy
of bonds formed unbreakable
under any tempest storm.
No dark clouds of threatening thunder
can break the chains that bind
two hearts fused as one.
No forward path are ever easy
obstacles always have to be overcome.
Joys may elate everything
with no remorse for what has gone.
The bonds once formed can
withhold the strains of pain
and the tears that fall like rain.
There are no weak links where fragility may snap
under pressures yet unseen.
Two hearts fused as one
can feel not subterfuge
of outside influences to grasp hold.
They remain tightly knitted
through the years that turn young to old.
30 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Am I an Angel?
am i an angel
sent here to save many lives
but i'm on the edge of suicide
am i an angel
whose mission is it to cure earthly ailments
when i feel so attached to heavenly elements
am i an angel
who strings together the bonds of love and friendship
yet i can't step foot through Cupid's door
am i an angel
full of unexperienced wisdom and intelligence to pass on
failing to transition to maturity all the while
am i an angel
present for others to benefit from
giving my soul to who i see deserves extra living
am i an angel
losing himself, his wings, and eternity
for bonds of the heart, friendship and mortality
or was i an angel
bored in heaven
seeking emotions to fell
now i suffer and hurt
now i love and care
i'm no angel
i'm just human
poem by Michael J.M. Barber
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Other side of dream
all precious bonds
so precious till become
my memories, my life, my love
that's part of me
I have a name and you call my name
and my name return to me and become me
all that precious bonds
so when one by one
shining pearls falling
I'm too shock to hold it
I think you smiled clumsy
no, maybe you didn't give any expression
ah, actually I'm not sure
memory can be deviated
and the past always bright and beautiful
I can't imagine your tears
because you always laughed and shined
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.
quote by Peter De Vries
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Into how many parts would you divide the child after Divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many insane parts would you divide your new-born child’s eternal happiness; after your treacherously vindictive divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many heartless parts would you divide your new-born child’s invincible freedom; after your venomously unbearable divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ribald parts would you divide your new-born child’s unsurpassable creativity; after your lethally unceremonious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many salacious parts would you divide your new-born child’s majestic destiny; after your lecherously ignominious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many emotionless parts would you divide your new-born child’s triumphant spirit; after your contemptuously debasing divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many terrorizing parts would you divide your new-born child’s unbridled fantasies; after your abhorrently cadaverous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many excruciating parts would you divide your new-born child’s humanitarian blood; after your cold-bloodedly cannibalistic divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many tyrannized parts would you divide your new-born child’s unconquerable artistry; after your violently besmirching divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many reproachful parts would you divide your new-born child’s redolent playfulness; after your despicably devastating divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sacrilegious parts would you divide your new-born child’s impregnable mischief; after your sadistically bemoaning divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many wanton parts would you divide your new-born child’s impeccable integrity; after your hedonistically carnivorous divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many ghoulish parts would you divide your new-born child’s limitless fertility; after your mindlessly malicious divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many diabolical parts would you divide your new- born child’s infallible innocence; after your unforgivably truculent divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many vengeful parts would you divide your new-born child’s uninhibited cries; after your preposterously bigoted divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many criminal parts would you divide your new-born child’s princely silkenness; after your tempestuously confounding divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many satanic parts would you divide your new-born child’s tiny brain; after your barbarously ungainly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many sadistic parts would you divide your new-born child’s unlimited curiosity; after your egregiously dastardly divorce?
You might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but into how many carnivorous parts would you divide your new-born child’s parental longing; after your inanely decrepit divorce?
And you might legally divide each other from the bonds of immortal marriage; but tell me; into how many goddamned parts would you divide your new-born child’s immortal love; after your devilishly vituperative divorce?
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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Bonds
Briggs
Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, England, blessed country of Freetrade,
Where the large importers' profits and fine sentiments are made,
Digs
Deep into his mine of wisdom, and, with British fervency,
Bids us mark the Bonds of Empire reaching out across the sea;
Binding us to one another
Us and our benign old mother
Patriotic apron-strings of Empire we would scorn to free.
Threads -
Crimson threads of kith and kinship - thin red lines of sentiment!
What a wave of fervid friendship over all the continent
Spreads,
When some speaker bids us ponder
On those threads that reach out yonder...
But alas, there are acute grumblers whom mere threads do not content !
Ties
Silken ties! O, who would venture to disturb a single thread?
What a roar of public censure would descend upon his head !
Rise
Split the welkin with your shouting!
Cheer those ties! What? Still some doubting
Pesslmists? Then here is something more substantial in their stead:
Bonds!
GOLDEN BONDS! ... Ah! Now we mention cold commercial £ s. d.
All the land is at attention. Witness how the Empire re-
Sponds.
Bonds at three or four percent'll
Beat all shackles sentimental
In the land of shops and shekels, in the country of the free.
Cash -
Cold, hard cash. O, magic metal! How the golden cables groan
When we're called upon to settle or renew our little loan.
Smash?
Never! Though it strains and quivers
When the bloated Dreadnought-givers
Try to shirk the cost of paying for a navy of our own.
Gold
Chains of gold! Brave bonds of boodle of the merchants' finest make
No assault, however rude, 'll cause those golden links to break.
Hold?
Crimson threads may snap and sever;
Silken ties may break, but never
Shall those chains; they hold for ever for the loyal traders' sake.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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To The Summer Sun (Collins Sestets)
Her sheer loveliness is incomparable,
her close presence is so very able
to outstrip the pain, darkness of the soul,
daily she brings great joy, she makes me whole
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
Her voice is extremely musical
bringing joy at times that is critical
as she enters with a shadowed footfall
draws shapes and are present on the wall
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
She comes like the notes of a lost song
with a kind of beauty that brings no wrong,
making birds and insects utter their joy
while only great goodness she does employ
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Canadian Chronicles 008
Some people live with tortured souls
for wrongs they think they’ve done.
However, most of the things
they think they’ve done
are just imaginary.
We cast doubt upon ourselves
thinking people look down on us
all because one person has planted
that seed within our mind.
No one really knows what is right or wrong
when it comes to matters of the heart.
Only we know inside what is right for us.
Some bonds grow stronger
even without a wedding ring
and it matters little what others think.
All that ever matters is what is right for us.
Therefore, we should go through life
thinking only of those words
whichever way we have found happiness
that is the main thing in our lives.
Ignore those who maybe jealous
for they have never found
what is right for them.
9 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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And though my Lord hath lost his estate and been banished out of his country, yet neither despised poverty nor pinching necessity could make him break the bonds of friendship or weaken his loyal duty.
quote by Margaret Cavendish
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Seek your knowledge in observation.
Seek your knowledge in observation.
Know friendship to be the truest bond of all,
Near perfect is Love platonic in essence.
Within nature perceive the friendship of all,
For all. Friendship can be Death in a lovers guise.
Don’t let it come as a surprise to you when you
Find your heart broken in parts, buried beneath
The steeples you have erected in Honour of your Love.
Bonds without friendship are as shackles.
Seek a stranger of sympathetic intellect.
poem by David Lacey
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Texture
It is not important,
What it does.
How it does it.
Or if it is viable,
To those who deem it as a need.
If it feels good.
And the texture of it is right...
It will be made to be in demand.
Felt and caressed between one's hands...
Before the stock market is closed!
With the booting of buns.
Whether they are tightly held or not!
'You mean 'bonds'? '
Buns, bonds, balls...
Whatever.
This is about texture!
The feel and the description of it!
Not what they are called.
But how they feel!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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India’s Sixtieth Independence Day!
Sixty years have rolled off
Since India turned afree;
But minds and hearts of people
Stays in malady!
Not all’s well with the nation;
Where is social justice?
And rampant is corruption,
Plaguing most sectors.
Some brethren poor are poorer;
Some leaders stay so rich;
And diseases are rife,
Making life black as pitch!
The politics is awful;
They waste a lot of sums;
The needs of poor are unmet;
So is the score at stumps!
And Nature has been furious
In unexpected ways;
Will not Indians soon wake up
And change their future days?
Who cares about the struggles
Our freedom-fighters faced?
With love and bonds of friendship,
No more our hearts seem based!
God, usher in anew times
And make all realize
That progress needs hard labor,
Peace and sacrifice!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-15-2006
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Fare you well
Fly free proud spirit on your way.
Towards the truth you sought to find,
No need to tarry or delay.
You know I’ll follow on behind.
The bonds of love death cannot break
For love will last eternally.
We’ll meet again make no mistake.
I will rejoin you presently.
We’ve lived and loved and died before.
I have no doubt we will again.
Each life we learn a little more
although each parting is a pain.
With my blessings go your way
until my call comes I must stay.
22/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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War and Peace
Wars cannot give a lasting peace;
Wars cause much hatred and ill-will;
Wars are futile and costly too;
Wars break existing peace with ease!
Wars cause deep wounds of hearts and minds
–That can’t be healed except by time;
Wars lead to loss of lives untold
–That cannot be ever regained.
Wars serve to foment more troubles;
Wars make the world more insecure;
Wars shift the balance of powers;
Wars do not solve the world’s problems.
Love only solves great differences;
Love only bonds the earth’s peoples;
Love only brings peace with much ease;
Love is the key to global peace.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
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My Baby And I
Together, my man and I
Lie together to join my baby and I.
The gracious Lord, how can this be?
God's creation bonds my baby and I.
Time is awaiting those tiny eyes,
Forming my fetus, my baby and I.
My man, so tense at times, Tanya, don't stress
Yourself out with our baby, you see.
What a joy when my little one arrives
Into this cold, scary, confused world.
My baby and I . . . I will teach my baby well
To understand this scary world.
Life is our baby and my man.
Tis is our first, don't you see—
Time awaits my baby and I.
so excited that this man of mine is holding me closely
Each night after a long day at my busiest job.
My baby, my man, and I,
Our beautiful baby will be born soon.
This bonds us closer, my man and I.
My mother . . . his mother as proud as can be for him,
And me, my mom, my baby, and me, Tanya . . .
Thank you, God's blessing to you.
Peace be unto you, your man, and your unborn child.
poem by Sharee Ann McMullen
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