Araba
Gold, Onyx, Sapphire, Topaz, Crystal, Coral, Pearls and Silver;
I sat as their Chief and i was enticed by their love,
And i was in loved with one called Araba.
Like a man enticed by a woman,
Her love was like the source of the rivers;
And i was totally lost in the bush to find my way back.
She was called Araba among the beauty of the beauties!
And i sat there as a Chief to wacth them play.
Love, there are many ways of it to toch you;
But she was the best among them all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Light
Hear my words oh you men,
Listen to me oh you that have knowledge;
Because i am the gold of Ophir among the stones of the brook;
But naked i came out from my mother's womb.
I am like the boundary between the light and the darkness,
And like precious crystal and the precious onyx;
But the price of wisdom is above rubies!
I am like the precious sapphire and the precious coal,
And my mind is like the path for the lightning bolt;
But my steps are bathed with the cream of love,
And like the precious pearls in the land of your muse.
Listen to me when i speak,
For my council is like Mount Everest far up high! !
And i am the eyes to the blind in the land of joy.
The old men rose and the old women gathered around,
And like a smelter for silver;
But i am the feet to the lame.
Listen to me oh you that have ears,
For a place of gold is now refined like my name;
But upon many will this light shine unto;
For my love is sweeter than the red apples in your hands.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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Why Is The House Burning Down?
Why is the house burning down?
Do you care to repeat that?
'Sure.
No problem.
When the fire chief arrived,
The occupants assumed he was not qualified.
Based upon his
Well,
The obvious.
So,
They said they would wait
Until a new chief is appointed.'
Wait for what?
The house is ruined
Totally destroyed
What 'new' chief?
He 'is' the chief
'Sir?
If you wish to
'Approach' them with that explanation
Perhaps you can convince them of that
The told me, the others 'and' the chief
They were entitled to have their expectations met.
And
If they have to stand there for the rest of their lives
They will do it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Says
Father I've sinned
over and over and over and over again
sorry my friends
I'm such a mess
I'm doing the best I can
She says "where ya goin? where ya been?"
She says "I don't want you hanging out with them"
She leaves like she's never coming back again on and on...
it goes on and on YEA
She says "I don't love you like I loved you before"
She says, she says "I don't love you anymore"
and mother I've tried over and over and over to open my eyes
look at my life
tell me when did I die
cause I'm not alive
flip through the script and tell me what it says
skip through the story tell me how it ends
she says that we're probably better off as friends
on and on and... yeeeaaaa
she says "I don't love you like I loved you before"
She says, she says.... YEEEAAAA
She says "I don't love you. I don't love you anymore."
She says, she says "I don't love you. I don't love you. I don't love you anymore."
she says she says she says "where ya going"
I know I know I know I know I know
she says she says she says "where ya going"
I know I know I know I know I know
she says she says she says "where ya going"
I know I know I know I know I know
she says she says she says "where ya going"
I know I know I know I know I know
WHAT I WANT
you... you called the police
you called them on me
and I want to go anywhere but home
I... I'm done listening to whats wrong with me
cause it goes on and on and on and on YEA
she says "I dont love you like I loved you before"
she says she says... YEEEAAA
she says "I dont love you. I don't love you anymore"
she says, she says "I dont love like I love you anymore.
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Beauty In The Window Of Your Eye By Anthony Evans
Pressed upon me
Like lightning striking the ground.
You flashed before my eyes
Like thunder across the sky.
Capturing me in amazement
Like the pleasure of star gazing.
I found myself staring,
Enticed by the beauty
In the window of your eye.
We spoke in a mintue
what takes others their whole life.
Without saying a word,
A conversation with our eyes.
Love, love, love.
I'm in love with the beauty
In the window of your eye.
poem by Anthony Evans
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Im a Man In Love
Some called me the fool of the fools,
To shout your name my lungs out,
To walk on thorns to reach your hand,
To swim the deepest depths to get to you,
To jump the highest heights to be with you,
Im not a fool, Im a man in love
Some called me the coward of the cowards,
To hang the boots and pursue love,
To go on knees for the moment with you,
To dropp a tear for a woman,
To let the arrow pass through my heart,
To surrender my heart in battle for love,
Im not a coward, Im a man in love
Some called me the charmer of the charmers,
To woo a woman of high vestige,
To be loved by a woman of pronounced nobility,
To have the heart of a woman of great modesty,
To be in that moment where all men longs for,
To rest in the comfort of a lady,
I have no charm, Im a man in love
Some called me the weak of the weakest,
To drown and be flooded in bucket of water,
To be heated and melted by the sun,
To fall on top of a chair be hurt,
To forget what I heard a second ago,
Im not weak, Im a man in love
Some called me the hero of heroes,
To fight for it and never give in,
To defend it always and never give up,
To hold on to it and never let go,
To stand for it and it alone,
Yet im not a hero, Im a man in love
Some called me the wise of the wisest,
To write her a poem and never tire,
To utter words that make love to her,
To speak what makes her shed a tear,
The expressions that make her feel loved,
Im not wise, Im a man in love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Penelope
Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes,
You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise
For that you loved me.
You were so kind, so sweet, none could withhold
To adore, but that you were so strange, so cold;
For that you loved me.
Like to a box of spikenard did you break
Your heart about my feet. What words you spake!
For that you loved me.
Life fell to dust without me; so you tried
All carefullest ways to drive me from your side,
For that you loved me.
You gave yourself as children give, that weep
And snatch back, with--'I meant you not to keep!'
For that you loved me.
I am no woman, girl, nor ever knew
That love could teach all ways that hate could do
To her that loved me.
Have less of love, or less of woman in
Your love, or loss may even from this begin--
That you so love me.
For, wild Penelope, the web you wove
You still unweave, unloving all your love;
Is this to love me,
Or what rights have I that scorn could deny?
Even of your love, alas, poor Love must die,
If so you love me!
poem by Francis Thompson
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A chief called Lawyer, because he was a great talker, took the lead in the council, and sold nearly all the Nez Perce country.
quote by Chief Joseph
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Love Has Many Styles
'I never met a bridge' he said, 'that I didn't burn;
never seen a foot that I didn't shoot
especially if it was mine.
Never had a heart that had a home.'
'Me, ' she said 'I never had a heart I didn't betray
and give away;
never loved a man I should have.
I have carried too much water in leaky buckets;
loved men I couldn't see couldn't love back.
And now' she said, 'there's you.'
He said
'There's nary a woman that loved me that I truly deserved;
I've spent most of my love making time and whiskey-fying,
chasing skirts, raising hell, and giving hurt;
and now I need someone to help me mend my ways,
help I know I don't deserve.'
She said
'You an old boy fresh out of rehab;
my kind of man-
can't see too good-
and still needs a woman's touch'.
You're my man, ' she said.
'I like low-hanging fruit
that's been around the block or two,
that life's made eat a little humble pie.'
'You could be my woman' he said 'if you'd have me.'
'Oh I'll have you' she said 'you're my favorite kind of mistake to make.'
She meant every word she said and called them a cab
from Rusty's bar to go look for a rental place-
love being where you find it-
Love's Refugees riding around town trying to find a home,
start again,
Cowboy and
Cowgirl Style;
still determined
despite age
to Wrangle Life
yet again.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Drenched
I am drenched in misery because of your love,
But the coral of pearls will give me hope;
I am drenched in misery because of your acts,
But the topaz of Ethhiopia will lead me on;
And i will press the oil within the walls of your love one day,
For i will still love you even if the moon is not bright!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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So where's my silver lining?
I ofetn ly awake and wonder
while outside the stars are shining
well, on this earth someone sure loves me
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what he's like i see
his smile's mischivious, his eyes are loving
he's promised to love me all my life
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what his nature would be
so true are this thoughts & genuine each feeling
i sure hope he always stays that way
and he's called my silver lining...
When i think of what our relation feels life
he's my hero, he's protective & calls me his darling
he shares & cares, he understands my silence
and he's called my silver lining...
Well on this earth, someone sure loves me
and he's called my silver lining...
with dreams in my eyes, i'm waiting right now
so where's my silver living?
poem by Nitya Pillai
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Fictional Creature
Source of Love
Artistic picture
Of the feeling that organizes
What we have called life.
She has been my mother
Since the beginning of history
She is my sister
And my sophisticated lover.
Woman, my living prayer;
Woman, my show window;
Woman, my particular civilization;
Woman, my didactic approach.
Source of Love
Mother, sister
Or dynamic Lover
She is like a Fictional Creature.
poem by St Antoine de la Vuadi
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For The Love Of God
Love is eternal.
Love is beauty.
Love is beauty found in uglyness.
Love can be found in hate.
Love can create hate.
Love can hate.
Love can create.
Love can destroy.
Love can confuse.
Love can mislead.
Love can bleed.
Love can cry.
Love can hurt in more ways than one.
Love can be takin back.
Love can never be lost.
Love can always be found again.
Love will understand you.
Love will guide you.
Love will pick u up when u have fallen.
Love will help u along when u havnt the strength.
Love will get u to ur destiny.
Love will make u beautiful.
Love will make u true.
Love is not hate.
Love will create.
Love will destroy.
Love will confuse.
Love will mislead.
Love will bleed.
Love will cry.
Love will hurt in more ways than one.
But when it is all over and done love comes back to you.
But this love is not the love of another.
It is the love of urself.
The love of ur soal.
The love of god.
poem by Simon Bear
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Love's Grammar Book
I love you.
That's it, really.
all there is to say.
sums it up.
in a nutshell.
the long and the short of it.
the be-all and the end-all.
I know what I mean;
you know what I mean.
more or less.
we know what I mean.
most of the time.
But though love's sometimes
best defined by silence
it may be good
to say a few good words
since you, and love, have taught me
love's grammar-book:
I love 'love'.
though love as noun is difficult to define.
I love love as an adjective:
love's.. just lovely, isn't it?
But most of all
I love love as verb.
and this I know:
this my love's active voice:
I love. (you) .
I loved you. How well I remember.
I have loved you. I'm so grateful for that.
I shall love you. That I promise.
and when all is done, I'll be proud to remember that
I shall have loved you;
and that
we shall have loved.
And in love's passive voice,
I'm so blessed that
I am loved;
rejoice in the hope that
I shall be loved
and promise that
you shall be loved.
I'll always be blessed that
I have been loved.
and that I can say
you shall have been loved (forever) .
Then there are love's moods
as they're called in grammar:
the indicative - I love you; do you love me?
the exciting imperative mood:
'Love me, do - I promise I'll be true...' or better,
'Love me! Now! ';
the subjunctive mood
which is rather subtler in other languages:
'Don't leave me, please';
'May we love each other till we die...';
'If only you were to love me
as much as I love you..'
And then, those other parts of speech
that few of us get around to sorting out
but all lurking there under 'amo'
in the Latin grammar-book of love:
The perfect infinitive:
'It is better - to have loved - and lost - than
not -to have loved -at all';
that great feeling
called future infinitive:
to be about to love;
and that dizzy future infinitive passive:
to be about to be loved;
the gerund:
'Oh the loving and the kissing
and the kissing and the loving...';
that cautious supine:
'in order to love...';
the passive imperative -
the parents' wish (with qualifications) :
'let her be loved'...
and that loaded gerundive:
'fit to be loved'...
All of which, I hope, leaves you
in that state curiously undefined
by grammar -
a sort of active gerundive:
'fit to love' - to love
love's grammar-book
in full
for love conquers all, it's said,
even a hatred of grammar.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mockingbirdsing
Mockingbirds sing
Sing me what the Lord was singing
On the day He made the water
The color of the blues
Sing me that song
Sing me to till the heavens rising
On the day He made the water
The color of my baby's eyes
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Love her in the ways she wants to be loved
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
But the way I'm loving her
It must not be enough
Cause in the way she cries
It only tears me up
I feel dead inside and dying
And if you give up
Don't give up on love
Don't give up on love
The rivers they run
They run until they get too tired
Until they run behind the houses
And they become a creek
When I was a child
I ran until the creek became a river
When it turned into the ocean
I wondered why He'd made it so deep
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
But the way I'm loving her
Must not be enough
Cause the way she cries
It only tears me up
I feel dead inside and dying
Don't give up
Cause in a way she's crying
It only tears me up
I feel dead inside and dying
Give up
Don't give up on love
Don't give up on love
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Love her in the ways you want to be loved
Sometimes it ain't enough
Sometimes it ain't enough
But don't give up on love
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Identity Crisis!
When born, I was called “baby”
And later they called me “Abby”
Within 5 years they called me “student”
And for 7 years, like that I spent
Then they called me “teen”
I loved it and felt like a queen
Then I was called “woman”
And those times, were the best
Then some one tied a knot and called me “wife”
I hated those times, it was horrible and gross
In years I became “mother”
It was beautiful but tough
Then being called “grandma”
My times got better and better
Then at last I was called “old”
And my body was frail and cold
All this time I wondered,
Where my identity has gone
Some where in the middle, I had lost it
Through the ages, I had a crisis
An identity crisis to say!
DECEMBER 23,2008
poem by Sania Harris
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Round And Round
Tryin' to figure out just where you are
You tried to play the game of love, didn't get too far
You told yourself you'd be nobody's fool
You want a good reason why love is so cruel, baby
Oh, oh, round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
Like lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
Are you thinkin' love has passed you by, oh
Do you feel so alone, sometimes you just sit and cry
Tryin' to think if love was meant for you
Oh, you're startin' to wonder what you're gonna do, baby
Oh, oh, round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
Like lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
Oh, oh, I know you need a place to be
You want someone who cares and shares
And loves you so
I want to know there's something you can do, oh
You need to realize all things can come to you
Just believe it's all about your heart, baby
And you're gonna make it when you're ready to start, oh
No need to go round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
Called lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
Whoa, whoa, round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
Called lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
The world is all out there for you
It all depends on what you do
Your life's too short for wastin' time
So follow your heart and make up your mind
Round and round
Love's got you goin'
It's turnin' you upside down
You play the game, it's so insane
Called lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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O My Bangladesh Of Gold - Original By Rabindranath Tagore
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.
O my mom! Your sky and your air
Attract me like a flute-player!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.
O my mom!
In spring in mango gardens
I have smelt holy fragrance!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.
O my mom!
What have I seen in autumn?
Fields full of crops so handsome!
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.
O the beauty and the shadow
Where my affection and love grow
Under the banyan trees and
On the shores of rivers that flow!
O my mom!
Your words are sweetest to me!
If you look pale and gloomy:
I shed tears in sympathy.
O my mom!
O my Bangladesh!
O my Bangladesh of Gold!
I love you mom I love you.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Knowing you
Exhausted and tired, I met you,
All the right reasons I saw,
Asked for a hand you gave me both,
Called for care I received love,
Knowing you knowing love
Shivering without any hope,
I asked for warmth i got heat,
In your tender arms i rested,
Darling give me more
Knowing you is knowing love
You took me by the hand,
Whispered in my ear,
You called me to your side,
You loved so dearly,
Take my hand you will see,
Love is becoming us,
Knowing you is knowing love
Tell me you love me,
With words im healed,
With the gentle touch im in ecstacy,
Knowing you was a fortune,
Like a beggar finding gold,
Knowing you was knowing love
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Source Of Infection
Hey!
Alright!
Whoo! how bout cha now,
Come on
Oh yeah!
Dig it!
Thats right.
Is everybody ready?
Lets go!
Up and down, around and round
In and out
Crank it, blow out
Ouch
Help me
Flip on over
Oh baby, you know what I like
She choked the chain, she got the hook
Cant get away
Fever starts to climb, reaching 105 (degrees)
I think I need a shot of your love
Love, love is the source
Love, love is the source of infection
Hey eddie
Say what
Thats what Im talkin about
Wax it down now
Ready, set, go!
Love, love is the source
Love, love is the source
Love, love, love, love is the source
Love, love is the source
song performed by by Van Halen
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