I asked a thief to steal me a peach...
I asked a thief to steal me a peach
He turned up his eyest
I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down
Holy & meek she cries—
As soon as I went
An angel came.
He wink'd at the thief
And smild at the dame—
And without one word said
Had a peach from the tree
And still as a maid
Enjoy'd the lady.
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1793)
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The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall
The peach tree on the southern wall
Has basked so long beneath the sun,
Her score of peaches great and small
Bloom rosy, every one.
A peach for brothers, one for each,
A peach for you and a peach for me;
But the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach
For Grandmamma with her tea.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Thief! ! !
You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Theft of people
I am not a thief;
I don’t steal anything.
I am still a thief;
I steal people for me.
I coax others clients
To switch over to me..
I steal women’s heart
Unknown to their partners.
Paramours and elopers
Are more than a thief.
Theft of kinds is
Less a threat to us
Than the theft of peoplf.
07.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Old Peach Tree
Under the old peach tree
Hearing the buzz of bees
Looking up at pink blossoms so sweet
Watching pink petals fall at my feet
Under the old peach tree almost fallen down
I can hear every sound as the sun goes down
I hear somewhere the song of a mocking bird
The sweetest song I ever heard
As I lean against the old peach tree
I think of things that used to be
This old tree brings me back to my childhood
And the many peaches I ate that were so good
Old peach tree I wish you could talk
Whisper to me some of your thoughts
But instead you fill my heart with your beauty
As I smell the perfume of your blossoms so fruity
I wonder how much longer you'll be here.
How much longer my heart you'll cheer
I hope to lean against you many a spring
And feel the peace that you bring.
poem by Grace Riffle
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The Ripest Peach
The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!
She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.
I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.
Why -- why do I not turn away in wrath
And pluck some heart here hanging in my path? --
Love's lower boughs bend with them -- but, ah me!
The ripest peach is highest on the tree!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Thief Of Hearts
You can lock up all the doors
Pull up the covers
Turn out the lights
I'll know where you are
It's alright
You can go head and hide
You know you can't keep me out
I'll find my way
I'm here to stay
Even the cops can't save you now
Hey, baby, there's nothing you can do
Hey, baby, it's isn't up to you
Chorus:
I am the thief of hearts
Don't hide or try to run
I'll play the part, I'm the thief of hearts
I've come to steal your love
You can hold on to your heart
You ain't gonna win
Go ahead and draw the blind
I'm still coming in
Hey, baby, I'm gonna wear you down
Hey, baby, Better listen to me now
Chorus:
I am the thief of hearts
The shadow on your wall
The whisper in your ear
The footsteps in the hall
I am the thief of hearts
Don't hide or try to run
I'll play the part, I'm the thief of hearts
I'm gonna steal your love
Hey, baby, there's nothing you can do
Hey, baby, you know there ain't no use
Chorus:
I am the thief of hearts
I'm guilty of the charge
You can throw away the keys
And double up the bars
I am the thief of hearts
Don't hide or try to run
I'll play the part, I'm the thief of hearts
I'm gonna steal your love
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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When She Cries
No one knows my lady when she's lonely
No one sees the fantasies and fears my lady hides
There are those who've shared her love and laughter
But no one hears my lady when she cries…but me
No one hears my lady when she cries
And when she cries she makes you wanna run
And chase the sun and bring it back
To brighten up a corner of her dark and troubled skies
When she cries
She walks barefoot through the misty mornin'
Dreams of golden yesterdays reflectin' in her eyes
But soon the evenin' shadows crowd around her
Frightening my lady till she cries…for me
Frightening my lady, till she cries
You may have seen her lyin' in your lamplight
And if you've heard her whispered words, it comes as no surprise
So be the one she shares her secret smiles with
But send me back my lady when she cries…for me
My lady's gonna need me when she cries
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Thief May Steal Irreplaceable Possessions
A thief
is a man
woman
child
in need
who may steal
more than
your possessions.
He She may steal
your time moment
which is irreplaceable.
He She may offer
nothing except
his her naked need
to take possess
steal while offering
no sincerity
trust loyalty
friendship faith joy
or inspiration.
Only the naked need
to covert corrupt
ridicule manipulate
that cannot share
give uplift
or honour anything
except a thief
more cunning
exploiting
or blatant
than himself
herself.
A thief may steal
irreplaceable possessions
character thoughts
harmony sanity of mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thief In The Night
Far off in the distance, a shape in the night, alright
On a mission of mercy, if the price is right
He tries to possess her and she bites
Its a ritual slaying, but the tables are turned, oh no
And now hes prayin, but its his turn to burn
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
In a hotel chamber, on a cryptic note
cos where theres fire, theres gotta be smoke, oh no
Footsteps in the twilight, and red nails round his throat
Its a ritual slaying, without strings attached, oh no
And now hes praying, but theres no turning back
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
Like a thief in the night - alright, alright
Like a thief in the night - she breaks into his heart
Like a thief in the night - alright, alright
Like a thief in the night - she never leaves her mark
Like a thief in the night
Like a thief in the night (repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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The Little Peach
A little peach in the orchard grew,--
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
It grew.
One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue--
Them two.
Up at that peach a club they threw--
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
Mon Dieu!
John took a bite and Sue a chew,
And then the trouble began to brew,--
Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.
Too true!
Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,--
Boo hoo!
What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.
Adieu!
1880.
poem by Eugene Field
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The Satin Bower-Bird
Spare a bloom of blue, lady,
To adorn a bower.
A violet will do, lady
Any azure flower.
Since we hold a dance to-day,
We would make our ball-room gay,
Where the scented grasses sway.
And the tall trees tower.
Beautiful but shy, lady,
Yesterday we came
Dropping from the sky, lady,
Flecks of golden flame
Golden flame and royal blue
We have come to beg of you
Any scrap of heaven's hue
For our dancing game.
Spare us but a leaf, lady,
If our suit be spurned
We shall play the thief, lady,
When your back is turned;
Ravishing your garden plot
Of the choicest you have got
Pansy or forget-me-not
Counting it well earned.
Then, if some rare chance, lady,
Later should befall.
And you gain a glance, lady,
At our dancing hall,
You will find your blossoms there
'Mid our decorations where,
With a proud, patrician air,
We hold the Bushland Ball.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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The Peach
Mamma gave us a single peach,
She shared it among seven;
Now you may think that unto each
But a small piece was given.
Yet though each share was very small,
We owned when it was eaten,
Being so little for us all
Did its fine flavour heighten.
The tear was in our parent's eye,
It seemed quite out of season;
When we asked wherefore she did cry,
She thus explained the reason:-
'The cause, my children, I may say,
Was joy, and not dejection;
The peach, which made you all so gay,
Gave rise to this reflection:
'It's many a mother's lot to share,
Seven hungry children viewing,
A morsel of the coarsest fare,
As I this peach was doing.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Peach Grove Next To Abbatoir
Next to an abbatoir
grows a peach grove.
The former has screams.
The latter is silent.
The slaughterhouse
stinks of blood and urine
and solid waste.
The peach grove is fragrant.
The slaughterhouse yields
a maximum 1000 pounds an acre of
food.
The peach grove yields in
trilevel agriculture four hundred
fifty thousand pounds an acre.
The slaughterhouse is labor
intensive and causes many worker
injuries and deaths.
The peach tree requires nothing
but a seed beneath dirt. The sun
and rain and mother earth
do the rest.
The slaughterhouse food causes
cancer, heart disease, food
poisoning, kidney failure, arthritis,
food poisoning fatalities.
The peach grove is God-designed.
poem by Saiom Shriver
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Even If they Have to Steal Images
I am sorry Mister Thief.
But it is difficult for me to believe,
You are here to protect your integrity.
Not with a water gun you are trying to pass,
As a weapon.
And that nylon stocking pulled over your head,
Has a run in it over your right eye.
Now...
Let me show you my loaded 45!
Mr. Thief?
Mister Thief?
Has it come to this?
People are desperate,
To keep their good intentions...
At any cost!
Even if they have to steal images.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wind In The Wires
Wake lady wake
The hills are in flood.
And the road we must take
Is a river of blood.
And the wind in the wires
And your heart like a cup
And Im down in the war
And youve got to get up
For mercys sake
Wake lady wake
Dress lady dress
Put on your (jacket/skull-cap) and boots.
For the (thief/priest) has confessed
And the chase is afoot.
And the hounds are behind
Gunmen around every tree
And if its all in our minds
Well, where else would it be
I suggest
You dress lady, dress
This is the day, this is the day this is,
This is the day, this is, this is the day the day
This is the day
This is the day, this is the day this is,
This is the day the day, this is the day the day
This is the day
Our kingdom will crash
Like a sad piece of trash
(swim lady swim
The whole river across
Though our chances are slim
And were totally lost!
/
Swim lady swim
Lady, dont refuse
Though our chances are slim
And were totally confused!)
There are clues to be found
Oh, and Id ask my peers
But theyre all dumbing down
Until this bad weather clears
Were out on a limb
So swim lady, swim
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day, this is the day
This is the day
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day, this is the day the day
This is the day
The kingdom will crash
Like an old piece of trash
song performed by by Waterboys
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Thief
Thief is a thief and
Eho is not a thief.
The king also could not
Arrived at the answer
And let the thief free.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Thief Without The Take
(i.lorre/j.buckley)
Jeff duets with inger lorre and plays guitar on this song, contained in inger lorres album trascendental medication.
Oh baby didnt you hear?
Im goin solo dear,
So low dear
I am the thief without the take
Im swallowing the bitterest pill
Totally ever so against my will
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take,
Everytime I try to do my art
Always fallin apart,
Fallin apart
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take,
Im the desert without sun
Five minus one diamond without shine
Im the poem that doesnt rhyme
Im the king on the hill
Sick and ill
Nothin I wouldnt trade to be the serving knave
Im the sun without heat
The drum without the beat
Im the winter without snow
Flame without a glow
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take
Everytime I try to do my art
Always fallin apart,
Fallin apart
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take
Ive stolen from myself too too long
Its just the music makes me want to go on
I am the thief without the take
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Thief Without The Take (feat. Inger Lorre)
(i.lorrej.buckley)
Jeff duets with inger lorre and plays guitar on this song, contained in inger lorre's album trascendental medication.
Oh baby didn't you hear?
I'm goin' solo dear,
So low dear
I am the thief without the take
I'm swallowing the bitterest pill
Totally ever so against my will
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take,
Everytime i try to do my art
Always fallin' apart,
Fallin' apart
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take,
I'm the desert without sun
Five minus one diamond without shine
I'm the poem that doesn't rhyme
I'm the king on the hill
Sick and ill
Nothin' i wouldn't trade to be the serving knave
I'm the sun without heat
The drum without the beat
I'm the winter without snow
Flame without a glow
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take
Everytime i try to do my art
Always fallin' apart,
Fallin' apart
I am the thief without the take,
I am the thief without the take
I've stolen from myself too too long
It's just the music makes me want to go on
I am the thief without the take
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Walks Like A Lady
Walks like a lady,
With her tender charms.
She moves like a lady
When Im in her arms.
She loves like a lady,
Lovin all night long.
She cries like a baby
When shes done something wrong.
I told you once, yes, I told you twice
But you never listen to my advice
I catch you walkin with that boy again
Im gonna set you free.
Oh, Im gonna set you free.
Loves like a lady,
So soft and slow.
She feels like a lady,
Ooo, I cant let go.
She smiles like a lady,
Smilin all night long,
But cries lake a baby
When shes done something wrong.
(chorus)
Walks like a lady
Oh, but she cries like a little girl
Walks like a lady
Yes, but she cries like a little girl
Walks like a lady,
Walks like a lady
Cries like a little girl
song performed by by Journey
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City Of Peach
Flowers, flowers
peach flowers everywhere
in the mountains and lowlands
of the city of peach.
How lucky I am
to see this beauty everyday
and that's because
I have not given up
I struggle to survive
the cold and lonely winter
of this city of peach.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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