Fickle Fingers Of Fate
The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
everyday of our lives.
Sometimes it brings us happiness,
other times it brings us misery.
Sometimes it brings us love,
other times it breaks our heart.
The fickle fingers of fate befalls us
in everything we do.
Our actions are governed
by its fickle fingers
day and night
in what we do and say.
Its waywardness leads us
down roads we should not go
or to mountains too high to climb.
It can lead us to valleys
where tranquillity lay
and to lives peaceful.
The fickle fingers of fate
will lead us as it may,
making up decisions right or wrong.
We are its puppet on a string
as the fickle fingers of fate controls
our destiny come what may.
30 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do."
The sun he is sunk in the west,
All creatures retired to rest,
While here I sit, all sore beset,
With sorrow, grief, and woe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
The prosperous man is asleep,
Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;
But Misery and I must watch
The surly tempest blow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lies the dear partner of my breast;
Her cares for a moment at rest:
Must I see thee, my youthful pride,
Thus brought so very low!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
There lie my sweet babies in her arms;
No anxious fear their little hearts alarms;
But for their sake my heart does ache,
With many a bitter throe:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
I once was by Fortune carest:
I once could relieve the distrest:
Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd
My fate will scarce bestow:
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
No comfort, no comfort I have!
How welcome to me were the grave!
But then my wife and children dear-
O, wither would they go!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
O whither, O whither shall I turn!
All friendless, forsaken, forlorn!
For, in this world, Rest or Peace
I never more shall know!
And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!
poem by Robert Burns
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Fate or Destiny
Fate or Destiny
Is it fate or destiny that brings your smile for me to see?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us together as we hold hands?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our hearts as a union as one?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our stormy seas to rest upon the shore?
Is it fate or destiny that builds a lasting relationship, never to fall?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us close beyond the horizon of a sunny day?
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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Fickle Heart
So many hearts have been broken
in loves cheating game.
Everyone says it is a fickle heart to blame.
The heart that cannot settle down,
always on the move.
Like a bee hoping from flower to flower,
the fickle heart does the same,
only from lover to lover.
To the fickle heart, it is all a game.
Oh, such a shame.
One day the fickle heart
will want to settle down,
and when that day comes along,
there won’t be anyone around.
poem by David Harris
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Love Is A Fickle Lady
Golden threads and silver needles
cannot mend this heart of mine
that has been broken
just one too many times.
Love is fickle lady
that takes us on a merry dance,
who when she’s finished with us
will disappear with a second glance.
We have no way of knowing
when or where she’ll come along.
We only know it
after she has gone.
Misery and heartaches
always adorns her path.
It is always there for everyone to see.
As love is a fickle lady.
8 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Life Is Such A Fickle Thing
Life is such a fickle thing
one day your up the next day your down
when it seems you are on a merry-go-round
and the circles you spin in
are ever more decreasing.
Life is such a fickle thing
with love opening new doors
and closing older ones.
We just travel with it
never knowing what
tomorrow is going to bring,
as life is such a fickle thing.
15 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Fickle World
An addiction to a fiction,
A fickle world of photos.
To post a sole to all that prowl
A personal face logo.
A physical, synthetic thing
That world will try to con us in
That fickle world, for all that prowl
that fickle worls of photos.
poem by Peggy Pollock
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When Lightning Strikes
Great change came!
When lightning struck,
This lonely heart with love
My world filled with color!
Sweet songs like none before,
Descended from above
Her name was Arianna
A girl of beauty and of grace
“Love at first sight” it was
We shared our first embrace
Alas, love’s candle burned too fast
‘Twas fate that had the final say
“How could you expect young love to last? ”
Alas, destiny pushed me ‘oh so far away
Take heed should lightning strike your heart
As falling in love may have to high a price
‘Lest fickle fate you do outsmart
Then never, ever let go…is my advice
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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I See You in Your Fingers
I see your fingers
I see you in your fingers
I see your history from your fingers
I feel your touch from your fingers
They don't tell a lie to me
They don't give me a fake smile
Or promising kiss
But they give me a warm hold
and tickling touch
I see you from your fingers
I see the truth from your fingers
I see you in your fingers
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Frenzied Fingers Run Amuck
When I get you into my arms
I can't control the things that I do.
Fingers grab the hair on your head.
Fingers caress the small of your back.
Fingers travel down your spine
and back up again.
Fingers reach to all corners of your being,
quietly unnoticed at first,
but more frenzied with passing time.
Wild fingers travel your soul
with frenzied action that is hard to stop.
Uncontrollable fingers run wild
until you beg them to stop.
But even then, there's no counting on it.
These fingers like to run wild.
Whenever I place my fingers on you,
frenzied fingers run amuck.
No Change for MY Lady Irene
I’ll come to you at eventide
We’ll sit together side by side
and I will whisper I love you
Just as I always used to do.
We’ll watch the sun sink in the west,
This is the time we love the best
.You’ll tell me that you love me too
just as you always used to do.
Though times have changed our love has not.
We are contented with our lot.
You still love me I still love you
Just as always swore to do.
Our young ones from the nest have flown
and once again we are alone
Each day our love vows we renew
just as we promised that we’d do.
We are aware that we’ve been blessed.
Together facing every test
that fickle fate can throw at you.
Just as we always intend to do.
23/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Capricious Friend
Fate!
What have you done to me?
Why did you let us fall in love so easily?
Fate!
You could have lied to me,
Now I’m left to feel this way
Fate!
You tempt an early death of me,
As my heart breaks more n’ more each day
Fate!
Why did you take her from me?
Then tease…
“You’ll be together again, it’s your destiny”
Fate!
“Tis a cruel n’ wicked game you play with me
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
poem by Robert Grimes
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Fate Life Taste Tickle
fate is ever pleasant or fickle
chance casts changes fortunes pickle
grim reaper fells life tickle
with single sweep of well timed sickle
poem by Terence George Craddock
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United In Pain
my fingers
are not mine anymore
they are running
out of control
i do not wish
to write some more
to infuriate you
but my hands are
rebels
coming out from
my arms
into their
fingers
writing these
lines
i am detached
severed
from the rest of my
parts
i have no more control
about
destiny in the making
birds of blue
feathers
are coming out
from my mouth
and they are not
coming back
my fingers are
automatons
writing now on
their own
i am not
responsible for your
anger
i am a useless man
and my fingers
are not mine anymore
my C5 chokes a nerve
i am numb
my fingers are at war
against
each other now
thoughts converge
without much meaning
united
in pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Destiny
Time knows no fate
And fate knows no time
They both move at a speed of light
But sometimes they sail like a wind
A billion light years of time will soon colide with fate
Fate alone without time isn't destiny
Neigther is time alone without fate is destiny
A product of time and fate may at times be fruitiful
And yet again missery and painiful along it produces
In its quest for the unknown time colides with fate
Like a big bung theory they produce super novas of destiny
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Fate is a monster.
Awardees are oft with out merit.
The impious have good health.
The fickle minded one gets wealth.
No rules are laid down for death.
Fortune is blind and karma limps.
Fate is the master, a monster.
20.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Luck And Labour Mate
Early or late
You will get
At any rate
What's in fate
So, don't desperate
Fate is made
With fingers ten
As sound behest
Of earnest rain
Luck and Labour mate
poem by Bhoj Pal Singh
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The Greatest Love.
The greatest love I've ever known
Was snatched away by fate
It left me with dark shadows
Also bitterness and hate
It threw me close to madness
Cloaked my soul in deep despair
Her scent was all around me
Then disappeared into thin air
I felt her breath upon my cheek
Her touch upon my face
Her presence pulls at every step
Like fragile strips of lace
She clouds my thoughts in unknown ways
At night I hear her sighs
I force the burning tears to stop
As they rush to fill my eyes
Fate is fickle at its best
We are as so much grain
Why give to me an angel
Then replace her with such pain.
poem by Graham Jones
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The Quest for Ecstasy
Fingers touch and entwine
until they separate and wander.
Tongues touch and taste
whilst fingers delve then linger.
A desire for much more
whilst touching excites.
The closeness of the caress
causes passions to further ignite.
Tongues combine with fingers
in the quest for ecstasy.
The taste of what was promised
brings forth pure rhapsody.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Destiny or Fate
There’s a question I ask myself
Each and every night
It doesn’t cost any wealth
Or matter if I’m right
It seems so unfair to wait
And ask, if it was destiny or fate
Destiny, who brought me to you
Fate, that keeps with you my love
How can I see clear through
When the sky is filled with doves
They’re all trying to escape
From their Destiny or Fate
I was born
To give you my love
Never was I torn
About, if I could rise above
I can never keep straight
If it was destiny or fate
Now can’t you see, Destiny
Just what your doing to me
You won my love for you
Never since, have I been blue
For you, I will never be late
Or care, if it was Destiny or fate