At The ATM
Every time I go
To the ATM
I get withdraws
poem by David Kush
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Dark Moon
(words & music by ned miller)
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
What is the cause your light withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
Mortals have dreams of loves perfect schemes
But they dont realize, their love can sometimes bring the
Dark moon, way up high up in the sky
Oh, tell me why, oh tell me why
Youve lost your splendor
Dark moon, what is the cause your life withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
What is the cause your light withdraws
Is it because, is it because Ive lost my love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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When the mind withdraws into itself and dispenses with facts it makes only chaos.
quote by Edith Hamilton
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Subtle Handing Over
The day saunters in
And night slowly withdraws,
Nodding to the dawn…
Between covers, I yawn
And watch in awe.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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And if, happy in the lot of no created thing, he withdraws into the center of his own unity, his spirit, made one with God, in the solitary darkness of God, who is set above all things, shall surpass them all.
quote by Giovanni Pico della Mirandola
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A War Pilot retired hurt
He withdraws the mysterious sky
But there is no any place on Earth for him
Because his domicile too destroyed.
He shouted to the gloomy sky
For his fellow Pilots.
'Please do not dropp metal toys
As the children were gone
And no more playgrounds.'
* To Richard Bach for his 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Not merely an absence of noise, Real Silence begins when a reasonable being withdraws from the noise in order to find peace and order in his inner sanctuary.
quote by Peter Minard
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Involvement gives happiness
The one is busy in trade, making money.
The other idles in arts and music.
The third withdraws in perseverance to God.
The fourth is in pursuit of women in vain.
The fifth fights in leading the sheep.
The sixth labour to be slave for ever.
Who is the happiest? All
27.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The modest vs. the immodest
A modest woman differs from an
Immodest one in that the modest one
Withdraws the moment she feels her
Passion for a man is detected by him
Whereas the immodest one prolongs her Affairs till others also detect it.
25.02.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love slips like fish.
Two souls fall in love
And seek every chance
To meet each other
On this or that pretext.
Alas, it is aborted.
The lady soul withdraws,
Faster than it could,
As if a repelling one,
Once she suspects
Others’ meaningful eyes.
She avoids every chance
And will turn inimical
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
If a man withdraws his mind from the love of beauty, and applies it as sincerely to the love of the virtuous; if, in serving his parents, he can exert his utmost strength; if, in serving his prince, he can devote his life; if in his intercourse with his friends, his words are sincere - although men say that he has not learned, I will certainly say that he has.
Controlling His Five Senses
If a man is capable of controlling his five senses,
(by not doing any harm to anybody)
- his physical body, mouth, eyes, ears and nose
while facing the situation to do something harmful
demanding his virtue and character -
like the tortoise which withdraws into its shell
all the five parts of its body like four legs and head
while in danger;
It safeguards him, like a fort, in his future seven births.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Did Our Best Moment last
393
Did Our Best Moment last—
'Twould supersede the Heaven—
A few—and they by Risk—procure—
So this Sort—are not given—
Except as stimulants—in
Cases of Despair—
Or Stupor—The Reserve—
These Heavenly Moments are—
A Grant of the Divine—
That Certain as it Comes—
Withdraws—and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Fountain
Revolting inwardly
the fountain chokes.
New year amputates
the fingers of a whole man.
History repeats a parallel.
He sets the house on fire.
Sky withdraws the light
till the queen of darkness sleeps
before the future unfolds.
Smell of burning flesh drifts.
This moment was for God
to wipe the sweat on frightened face.
Hair and bones hide in the urn
that was forgotten.
Death has mouthed a betrayal.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sex Without Love
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
It’s when that passion of love turns into a hobby
Then into an obsession and then that turns into a have to have
You can’t stop thinking about your next fix
You look for it everywhere in everyone
You start having withdraws from it
You wonder how you got this way
So dependent on it to get you through the day
You think it’s the only thing that your good at
The guys keep coming and going like fire
At times when it hurts so bad you cant do anything
You tell yourself no more not another time
But as soon as soon as your better
Your right back at it
You ask yourself
Why you do this every time
You just don’t understand
It’s as if your being sexualy
Taken advantage by your own body
You wanna tear your hair our if your not doing it
The people just keep getting older while your still the same age
Started 2-3 years now it doesn’t really matter how old as long as you get the fix
You have to do it
It is your drug
Your Acid
People have been telling you for months that you need help
The people that know you the real you
This isn’t the real you and you know it
You can feel it
The lying
The addiction
The lack of pride you have for your body and self
It’s not you
It’s like he said right before he left
How does it feel to be trash now that you are trash,
And now you are truly trash.
You are not trash this is not you
You know how this started a young women lost within her broken hearted emotions
You just know you don’t know how to stop it
You now need help
Lots of help
Cause sitting here
Your itching to do it again
And pleading someone help
HELP! ! ! PLEASE! ! ! HELP! ! !
You don’t wanna be like this forever
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Mensis Lacrimarum
March, that comes roaring, maned, with rampant paws,
And bleatingly withdraws;
March,--'tis the year's fantastic nondescript,
That, born when frost hath nipped
The shivering fields, or tempest scarred the hills,
Dies crowned with daffodils.
The month of the renewal of the earth
By mingled death and birth:
But, England! in this latest of thy years
Call it--the Month of Tears.
poem by William Watson
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Wishing Well
A well of good water confidently acquires blessings,
From authority of most high, the exact manufacturer;
In this present hour the legionaries attain new goals,
Good wishes are sent to the awed and the awkward.
You describe a felony to a man of confident attitude,
And he withdraws from his own well to spoil one.
The waters of the energetic variety connect with each other,
Forming pools small and big as well, to concern us all.
Let wishful people continue with their blessings,
Actuating their promises for all who speak of gains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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La Fuite De La Lune
To outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.
Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.
And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from the lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Impressions II. La Fuite De La Lune
TO outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand,
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.
Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.
And suddenly the moon withdraws
Her sickle from the lightening skies,
And to her sombre cavern flies,
Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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