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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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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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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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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Tortured Tangled Heart
Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession
Down on its knees true love did fall
After 31 days of sleepless nights, she woke up to end it all
With "I love you" on a fresh tattoo engraved upon his chest
She tore her name right off his heart
So here's to the unblessed
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Well a blast of confusion coupled with delusion
Makes the best made plans sometimes fail
They wined and they dined, had peace of mind
She bought a gown and he rented tails
But the mighty cloud of destiny came driftin' through the gates
And busted up what could have been a perfect, hopeless case
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Fickle Moon
Will the moon come out tonight?
Will it show its big round face?
Or will it be covered by too many clouds
showing me just a trace?
Oh fickle moon, here one minute,
then you disappear,
just like a lover hangin' around,
then no longer here.
Oh fickle moon you brighten up the night.
You make me feel just fine.
My mood is happy. My smile is big
as long as I see you shine.
My lover is as changeable as the moon.
He's never in one place.
And I'm never sure when I search for him
if he'll show his big round face?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tortured, Tangled Hearts
Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession
Down on its knees true love did fall
After 31 days of sleepless nights, she woke up to end it all
With I love you on a fresh tattoo engraved upon his chest
She tore her name right off his heart
So heres to the unblessed
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
Well a blast of confusion coupled with delusion
Makes the best made plans sometimes fail
They wined and they dined, had peace of mind
She bought a gown and he rented tails
But the mighty cloud of destiny came driftin through the gates
And busted up what could have been a perfect, hopeless case
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
Oh love, oh love you fickle thing
Such pretty words and golden rings
It was a broken dream right from the start
Bless their tortured, tangled hearts
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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AMOUR De JOUR
Alas, amour can be so fickle
A bee flying flower to flower
Cuts jagged like a rusty sickle
Besets tender hearts to cower
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Come On! We Can Do It!
The hearts that dwell in the pitch dark,
Glow like the sun when filled with love and care,
The opaque body and the inefficient lights,
Keep the hearts in the dark, behind the wall and the hedge.
Vicious heart that is foxy in nature,
Kind heart that is smooth as petals,
The venturous heart that is vulture in action,
The fickle heart is like an ape in motion.
Too little heart vested with too many functions,
Fist sized hearts are troubled with delusion,
Monotonous life not appealing to human,
Rhythm of hearts changes with damages done.
Can have the notorious things to shake the head,
The racing heart yearn for pleasurable shrouds,
In the bright day light and at the pitch of the dark night,
Let us celebrate to change the rhythm of the hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Irony Of Delay
what the heart wants to speak
the mouth tries to hide
the teeth grits in anger
the tongue genuflects upon its tail
then the right time comes
the heart speaks
but by then the body has become weak
the mind too fickle
and so when finally the heart has spoken
what true love is there
the niche is ready for the funeral
of the limbs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Prayer For A Stout Heart
A PRAYER FOR A STOUT HEART
How can I stake all my love, -
At the mercy of this fickle heart?
A heart that is delicate and fragile,
A heart that ignores the reasoning mind? !
A heart that feels both love and hate,
Gets ensnared by beauty and trapped by fate? !
A heart that changes its color and beat,
A heart which appears to be incomplete?
Faced with all those temptations of this world –
both spurious and pure,
How can my foolish heart distinguish and
endure?
So I prayed to the Lord to give me a heart that
is stout,
Like Richard the Lion Heart, both steadfast and
without doubt!
To wage a Crusade against all that is impure,
And abide by true love to forever endure!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 20 Jan 09
Fortune has a fickle heart and a short memory.
Three Hits
Three hits to the heart son
And its poetry in motion
One could send you down the river
Threes a strange way to be delivered
Would you trade your words for freedom
Thats a barter for a blind man
Three hits to the heart son
And its poetry in motion
Are you leveed like a treasure
Only words can help me find you
And this worlds a fickle measure
I would painfully remind you
From a wise man to your red hand
You lay covered ion our best sins
Three hits to the heart son
And its poetry in motion
Well I dream you constant stranger
With your best bloods and your anger
You say mother do you claim me
My beloved do you blame me
Well the first two might release you
But the last one sings in me son
Three hits to the heart son
And its poetry in motion
Three hits to the heart son
And the last one sings in me
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Party Heart
B. bryant
Youve got a party heart, a gay time party heart
Youre only happy when the partys going on
And it makes me sad because I know that partys have to end
And when this partys over, youll be gone
I love your party heart your playful party heart
But though you make me laugh you also make me cry
Cos I know you only think of me as just a party friend
And when the partys done youll say goodbye
A playtime girl like you plays lots of thrills in life it seems
But oh, what Id ever give to be the playboy of your dreams
Id tame your party heart, your fickle party heart
And someday thats just what some party boy will do
But I love you so, I guess that Ill cry just as much as you
When someone breaks your party heart in two
When someone breaks your party heart in two
When someone breaks your party heart in two....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Wander Heart, Wonder Woman
Fickle heart astray
That always goes on wandering
It is a waste of day
For the woman to be wondering.
Too many wander hearts
Break every bit of promise
Worthless love departs
Don't wonder, women please.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Your Are My Lover
Come, take my heart
lets want away end of the skye
both are friends
and both are lover
never, go in my life
you broken my wall like heart
i was once broken my heart
and wounded,
no more meadicen to take care
God send to you from heavens only for me
you create me feelings in my heart
that's is called love,
both are friend
both are lover
you are everything in my life that i want
i am planner, you come to my heart
i am you friend
you are my lover.
poem by Khushi throne
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Heart Of The Flower
Now at the station, the train to another land
Lands of never seen light, light hidden in infinite night
Night in its biggest might, might of the strongest power
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
The waiting room of kingdom come, I look back upon my life
Life of loss but now the end
End of rat race overdrive
Overdrive to foreign lands
Lands of contemptous hours
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
Now on the train
This is the end of my day
I feel my spirits escape like a musical clock thats dying away
I turn once again and wave my hand and say goodbye
I never thought its so easy
I never thought its so easy
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
I take the first train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
And there the smoke of the train to the heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
The heart of the flower
Diamond/1990
song performed by by Alphaville
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The Trifler
Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
Small's his care if my heart be breaking-
Gay young Death would have none of me.
Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!
No one other my mouth had kissed.
I had dressed me in silk to meet him-
False young Death would not hold the tryst.
Slow's the blood that was quick and stormy,
Smooth and cold is the bridal bed;
I must wait till he whistles for me-
Proud young Death would not turn his head.
I must wait till my breast is wilted.
I must wait till my back is bowed,
I must rock in the corner, jilted-
Death went galloping down the road.
Gone's my heart with a trifling rover.
Fine he was in the game he played-
Kissed, and promised, and threw me over,
And rode away with a prettier maid.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Desire
Moving from left to right.
From north to south of my heart.
I fail to find even single virtue.
My heart is empty
My heart is so shrink.
Even there is no space for my self.
I ask several my heart.
'why are you beating.'
'why there is no feeling.'
My heart gently and politely said
' I am broken into pieces'
I am looking for flower,
Which convert broken pieces of heart
in to flower garden.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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