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Waterfall

I felt the mist
for I'd been kissed
by the Niagara waterfall.
I heard its sound
which wrapped around
and made me feel so small.

I saw the scene
and was caught between
the beauty of it all.
I close my eyes
and still realize
the Niagara will always fall.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Niagara Falls

Ravishing grace with paradise on earth

Beauty sprinkles everywhere in Niagara’s Edge

Attractive Skylon Tower and Rainbow bridge

Water bubbles looks like magic Balls

“Maid of the Mist, Niagara Falls

Voluminous water with boating

I’m afraid with white foamy flow,

Mighty heartbeat wind that blows,

The beauty I feel, is in no way olden

Mysterious rainbow is golden,

OMG, how my heart is stolen!

Joyful fireworks on the sky with velocity

Little children’s are watching with curiosity

Extremely heavenly joy and pleasure

It makes me wonder that I want to share

Loving couple watching the falls with love

The fall reflects the beauty of our life together

poem by Rajan Thapaliya
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Niagara

I

Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro,
(Important men, in Buffalo.)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara, Niagara.

The women buy their lace and cry: —
"O such a delicate design,"
And over ostrich feathers sigh,
By counters there, in Buffalo.
The children haunt the trinket shops,
They buy false-faces, bells, and tops,
Forgetting great Niagara.

Within the town of Buffalo
Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,
Rubies, emeralds aglow, —
Opal chains in Buffalo,
Cherished symbols of success.
They value not your rainbow dress: —
Niagara, Niagara.

The shaggy meaning of her name
This Buffalo, this recreant town,
Sharps and lawyers prune and tame:
Few pioneers in Buffalo;
Except young lovers flushed and fleet
And winds hallooing down the street:
"Niagara, Niagara."

The journalists are sick of ink:
Boy prodigals are lost in wine,
By night where white and red lights blink,
The eyes of Death, in Buffalo.
And only twenty miles away
Are starlit rocks and healing spray: —
Niagara, Niagara.

Above the town a tiny bird,
A shining speck at sleepy dawn,
Forgets the ant-hill so absurd,
This self-important Buffalo.
Descending twenty miles away
He bathes his wings at break of day —
Niagara, Niagara.

II

What marching men of Buffalo
Flood the streets in rash crusade?
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go,
Primeval hearts from Buffalo.
Red cataracts of France today
Awake, three thousand miles away
An echo of Niagara,
The cataract Niagara.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Bless Me With Those Eyes!

'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever'
Words of Keats one can forget never
What is beauty - beauty is where
One can enjoy here and there, every where!
Grecian urn a beautiful piece
Niagara falls a beautiful place
Silver streaks of water brings us peace
Hills and dales sure nature's grace!

Does beauty lie in the objects seen
Or lie in the eyes of the seer keen?

Beauty seen in the scorching Sun
Beauty felt in the biting cold
Beauty heard in the melody of birds
Beauty smelt in the fragrance of rose
Beauty tasted in the bitterness of neem
Beauty found sure in every mean(s) !

'Beauty is truth and truth beauty
That is all what ye know on earth
And what all ye need to know'
Words of Wisdom
From votary of beauty
And a devotee of Almighty!

Creator of noble beauty
Harbinger of peace and piety
Bless me with those eyes and mind
Beauty in ugliness that they can find!

Beauty of the mind and beauty of the soul
Sure makes one the wholesome whole!

poem by Subbaraman N V
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Modern Love XXXIV: Madam Would Speak With Me

Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes:
The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks
My husbandship. Our chain on silence clanks.
Time leers between, above his twiddling thumbs.
Am I quite well? Most excellent in health!
The journals, too, I diligently peruse.
Vesuvius is expected to give news:
Niagara is no noisier. By stealth
Our eyes dart scrutinizing snakes. She's glad
I'm happy, says her quivering under-lip.
"And are not you?" "How can I be?" "Take ship!
For happiness is somewhere to be had."
"Nowhere for me!" Her voice is barely heard.
I am not melted, and make no pretence.
With commonplace I freeze her, tongue and sense.
Niagara or Vesuvius is deferred.

poem by George Meredith
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Blondin Walking The Tightrope

Everyman is Blondin,
Every lifetime a rope,
finer than a spider's thread,
sharper than a sword,
stretched between birth and death
(breath and breath)
across Niagara.

(Charles Blondin, a French acrobat, was the first man ever to cross Niagara Falls by tightrope in 1859.)

poem by Brian Taylor
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Waterfall

(carly simon)
Somethings going down like a waterfall
Some strong feelings some old love
I saw you and it made no sense at all
Now I feel like theres too much caffeine in my blood
Like a waterfall goin down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinnin me around
Lord, and Im drownin
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down
Youre an old lover making new contact
Making those cold defenses melt
And though lying in your arms is after the fact
Once again Im feeling like Ive never felt
Its like a waterfall going down
Like a waterfall washing me down
Spinninme round
Lord, and Im drowning
Like a waterfall going down
Just like a waterfall washing me down
Like a waterfall going down and down and down

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Understanding Salesmen

A knock at the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls
Daddy, don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you
A late-night card game
With the guys is alright
But I would rather
Take you for a test drive
Daddy, don't let me down this time
I'm all alone inside my mind
And it's no small thing
That I must prove to you
Well, I look out on the passing fields
The sun through the bugs on the windshield
Makes me feel like I don't matter
A knock on the door means
Hello Jesus calls
A ring on the phone means
A trip to Niagara Falls

song performed by by Eels
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Their expectations...

He sees her as the rainbow at the horizon of his heart,
Appear after slight squabbling drizzle, and the bright,
Shine of repenting smile goes through her, his love,
He sees her as the rainbow at the horizon of his heart.

She sees him as the mist in the vicinity of Niagara Falls,
Frozen in the sea as glacier and hidden in the valleys,
Flows through the river of Niagara to jump on her from the height,
but she rises from the earth and both of them dance in the mid air.

He doesn't want to see her as the moon, as the moon is infidel,
Every Fourteen days her love grows, glows and then diminishes,
She is no where to find for a day, Earth may be patient and kind,
He doesn't want to see her as that infidel,
as she belongs to him every minute.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Lineson Thorold

McCready the great Irish Tragedian said, the view from Thorold
was the finest in America.

Thorold is famous for its mills,
And the grand view from off its hills-
A view so charming and extended,
Natures beauties sweetly blended.
Poetic thoughts it doth awake
To view Ontario's broad Lake,
And husbandmen have their reward in
Fruits of this provincial garden.
For from the hill you see below
Gardens, where choice fruits do grow,

The landscape all within your reach
Doth both produce the grape and peach.

McCready said, in the New World
The finest view was from Thorold.
You see St. Catharine's charming town
And steamers sailing up and down.

And you can see, on a clear day,
All along Toronto Bay;
And you clearly see the haze
Where Niagara doth amaze.

And glance where Grimsby's gardens yield,
Or view Beamsvill's fruitful field ;
Then this thought yon can advance,
This is Canada's sunny France.

You see Niagara's ancient town *
Though,it has lost its old renown ;
And you have a splendid view
Of boats on old canal and new.

* Niagara, once the capital and business centre of Upper Canada, and also
an important fortress. It is located at the mouth of the Niagara river.

poem by James McIntyre
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What I Miss The Most

I hear the sound of gentle rain
Like teardrops on the windowpane
A priceless smile in a wooden frame beside the bed
I stare at the ceiling and talk to the walls
I lay here alone and imagine it all
As a river of memories rush through my head
I can almost taste your kiss as I think about how much I miss
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most
I try to rest but sleep won't come
My body aches and my mind is numb
Shadows fall as the morning sun begins to rise
Another day without you here
Has it been weeks or has it been years
I find it getting harder to keep track of time
I breath in and I breath out but it's getting tough to live without
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most
What I miss the most
I can almost taste your kiss as I think about how much I miss
Your hungry eyes, your satin skin
The sound of your voice whisperin'
The love I feel inside your heart
When you're wrapped up in my arms so close
That's what I miss the most

song performed by by Lonestar
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The Truth Hurts

So the truth finally comes out

You finally see through all his games
And all his lies

You finally realize
That the only place he was every perfect
Was in your eyes

In that moment you realize
That every moment you shared meant nothing at all

And you've never felt like such an idiot
Or so incredibly small

And you realize
That you'd rather stay lying on the ground
Then get back up after taking that long, miserable fall

As your friends draw close to you
Even though you feel the pain start to set in
You fake a smile and say:
'I'm just glad I know the truth about him'

But when the lights go out
And your left alone
And down your cheeks slowly start to fall tears

The pain in your heart
Turns into a burning fire
That does nothing but sear

That's when you realize
That the hadest thing to do
Is accept what you know to be true

Because sometimes
Nothing hurts more
Than the truth

poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Mist and Tears

There's a mist that's forming
over the trees I see.
The sight of it forming
does something to me.
It blurs the vision
in my ageing eyes.
It dulls my senses
and I realize that
mist and tears
that quickly form
are for me the silence
before the storm.

Ah! the storm I say
is making its way
into my wakefulness
on every day.
There's no way to escape
this enveloping mist
unless I feel that
I've just been kissed
by you.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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From a drop of water a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other.

quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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I lived in a small town. It was 2,000 people in Canada. A little river that went through it and we swam in the - you know, there was a lot of water around. Niagara Falls was about four or five miles away.

quote by James Cameron
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Together

something just isnt right.
i can feel it inside.
the truth isnt far behind me
you cant deny
when i turn the lights out
when i close my eyes
reality over comes me
im living a lie
when im alone
i feel so much better
when im wrapped in you
i dont feel loved
together doesnt feel right anymore
together we have built a wall
together holding hands will fall
our hands will fall...
this has gone on oh so long
i realize i need something good to rely on
something for me
together doesnt feel right at all
heart is broken
im lying here
my thoughts are choking
when im around you i dont feel any love
when im not around you
i feel so much more free
together is just not where we belong.

poem by Ashley Nichol
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Missing puzzle piece

Missing puzzle piece  
    (of beauty)

I heard your whisper
when I were asleep,
and I smelled your sent
like you were laying  right next to me. And truly, truly! ! ! I wanted something I....wanted something that would be impossible to get, that is to have you presently right beside me. The water that flowed from my eyes became the birthing place where I felt love grow on thee inside from a person that was called ugly, and made to feel like thee cast away like I was thee  enemy, but you saw beauty in the mist of the one that others counted out.

poem by Clarence Williams
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Kissed By An Angel

Kissed an angel

Have you kissed an angel?
Have you felt the beauty of their skin?
Have you held them in your arms?
Have you?

I did

I felt the radiance of her body
The tenderness of her heart
Though I may never
Fully understand it

The strength she gave me
The love I found
To be kissed by an angel

Chains broken
Life free
Love unseen
Hate not heard

I will not be silent anymore
I will be heard
I will be understood

Neglect isn’t an option
Hate isn’t legal
Love is desired
Beauty is seen

Gods love found
The world no
Longer praised
I am sound

Kissed by an angel
Love was discovered
Hate destroyed

Chains broken
Love spoken
Words found
Beauty sounds
My lord renowned

I sing a song
Will you sing along?
Kissed by an angel

Kiss me again
The love you create
I will generate
To words of
Love

Kiss me oh
Angel
Kiss me now
For I am found

Kiss me oh angel
Oh kiss me again
For you I shall defend

Love unseen
Words well cleaned
Love unspoken
But to often
Written

I want to love you oh angel
Kiss me again.

poem by Cody Byrne
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A Coloured Print by Shokei

It winds along the face of a cliff
This path which I long to explore,
And over it dashes a waterfall,
And the air is full of the roar
And the thunderous voice of waters which sweep
In a silver torrent over some steep.

It clears the path with a mighty bound
And tumbles below and away,
And the trees and the bushes which grow in the rocks
Are wet with its jewelled spray;
The air is misty and heavy with sound,
And small, wet wildflowers star the ground.

Oh! The dampness is very good to smell,
And the path is soft to tread,
And beyond the fall it winds up and on,
While little streamlets thread
Their own meandering way down the hill
Each singing its own little song, until

I forget that 't is only a pictured path,
And I hear the water and wind,
And look through the mist, and strain my eyes
To see what there is behind;
For it must lead to a happy land,
This little path by a waterfall spanned.

poem by Amy Lowell
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What Else Can?

Beauty of Nature makes all love much;
Natural beauty has a special value ever;
Beauty of flower influences love sure....!

Beauty of sea, sky, misty mounts absorb all!
Cascading water fall of Niagara is lovely ever!
Peaceful snow mountains of Himalayas is blissful!

Height of Everest and depth of Pacific are exquisite!
Half setting sun and half rising moon are ever a wonder!
Seas and oceans with such beauty are wonder par excellence!

Colourful butterflies hopping from flower to flower
Surely reflect angels of heaven on earth forever!
Oyster with white pearl is flower unique of sea ever!

If such beautiful Nature does not kindle love, what else can?
If you fail to love such beauty, your life is a great waste sure!

poem by Ramesh T A
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The Rape Of The Mist

High o’er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,
And far down under him,
With a subtle grace that was all her own,
The Mist gleamed, fair and dim.

He looked at her with burning eyes
And longed to fall at her feet;
Of all sweet things there under the skies,
He thought her the thing most sweet.

He had wooed oft, as a Sunbeam may,
Wave, and blossom, and flower;
But never before had he felt the sway
Of a great love’s mighty power.

Tall cloud-mountains and vast space-seas,
Wind, and tempest, and fire –
What obstacles such as these
To a heart that is filled with desire?

Boldly he trod over cloud and star,
Boldly he swam through space,
She caught the glow of his eyes afar
And veiled her delicate face.

He was so strong and he was so bright,
And his breath was a breath of flame;
The Mist grew pale with a vague, strange fright,
As fond, yet fierce, he came.

Close to his heart she was clasped and kissed;
She swooned in love’s alarms,
And dead lay the beautiful pale-faced Mist
In the Sunbeam’s passionate arms.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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