My Clothes, My Shoes Fit From The Shelve
My clothes, my shoes fit from the shelve
as if in shops clothing
was specially designed for my body
and whatever I desire fits perfectly
and I wish our lives
to be the same perfect match,
to find happiness and sincerity
and love in the way that you regard me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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All That I Have Left
The Apostle Paul recommended women should
not seek beauty in hairstyles, ornaments, jewellery
and expensive clothes, true beauty lies in character;
I say: Thank you, the hairstyle is easily done due to
the thin feathers on my head, as for the clothes
I have to wear something, the clothes I have is ugly
enough - I cannot find pretty clothes in my size - and
now I find none that fits, neither pretty or ugly; at least
Paul said clothing is required, my only option is to mail-
order a burka as the clothes in our Western shops
Are an unqualified flop - for me at least, I comply with
the requirements for looking ugly; working on character
is all that I have left - Paul, you did not recommend
anything, you simply stated the state of affairs!
1 Timothy 3: 9 & 10
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Pursuit Of Happiness.......
between us are the gaps
of years
the oceans are faraway
and there are no islands
that remind us
that somewhere or
sometime
we can be connected
i only have wishes
that this body may soon rot
and another body
in place to lead me to
your haven
or that my spirit shall fly away
like a hummingbird and
look for another flower
a dwelling of my
untouched desire
you ask me if i am happy
what metaphor shall i use again
to mislead you
into a thinking that fits my
puzzling state?
a long time ago i have all the answers
a map where i must go and find my
self as treasure
as home
now i only have that sense
that it is there and yet it can never be found
or if found
i know i cannot fully understand it still
happiness is hard to spell
how can i ever pronounce it perfectly
till then?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ramdas Choi Chang Poems 2
Isn't it perfect to think everyone is perfect,
Everyone is perfectly fit
to their own place!
The Great Engineer know which spare can fit,
How to fit
where to fit,
that perfect Engineer perfectly fits everything to His own purpose!
Poem2
Whoever we meet, may not be perfect,
Who ever is perfect,
We may never meet,
Life is that strange thing,
Only imperfect can fit into it,
Whether may it be one or any one around!
Poem3
A flower that looks perfect,
Insects surround it and spoil it,
Below that the frogs wait,
And snake can safely find its food there,
Even the eagle has an eye on perfect flower,
Where it can get some thing to eat!
So, is the story of perfected saint,
Some come to him for their own purpose,
Some start service and service turns to business,
And a saint can be food for thought,
Or he may be source or inspiration to worldly man's business!
Poem4
Men wants to praise,
Woman wants to be praised,
so many write on love,
But no one yet met one's perfect love,
As perfect love is that warmth,
All are dolls made of ice,
And can only melt and flow into lap of love!
Poem5
Nothing is perfect,
No one is perfect,
Everyone can be perfect,
until one continues with a perfect thought that he himself only is imperfect,
As perfection is aim and only aim of all!
Poem6
Infinite particles infinite space,
Infinite time,
and infinite
Thoughts,
I can't find the infinite any where than in me,
When that ant climb on my legs,
Ant came to may ears and said, 'on the tip of my legs infinite bacteria lies '
Bacteria about virus and so on..
I learnt that every thing is relativistic,
Even me and my death are close relatives!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Secret Of Happiness
The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth
I never had complicated dreams since I
believe that the real happiness in the simple things exists
Never dreamed of becoming a crown queen
Never wanted to have a perfect life
The happiness was my Desire
And I always had the faith that at the little things the happiness can be found
There is no need for complicated heart desires
At the simple things we can find the perfect and the happy life
Just keeping the hope in the heart
The kindness of soul and love of God
The perfect life is hidden there don't go far away
Finding the real love not the perfect one
Was my hearts best Desire
Because always I had the faith
The secret of finding the happiness is hidden at simple desires and the real ones
What worts all the world wealth if you don't have the faith of God in the heart
What worts all the worlds wealth and the success
If you don't have peace of mind
If you are surrounded with fake lovers all around
Because of that my dream was to find the real love the real happiness and peace of mind
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Avenue Of Love
(9/24/12)
Love is an avenue of which to explore
Go to any shop and open the door
Shops for every feeling known to man
Walk in to understand.
Shops for pain, sorrow, bitterness and heartbreak
Shop around - it's not to late.
Shops for joy, happiness, contentment, devotion
Shops for every emotion.
Stop in - look around - feel every emotion
That can be found.
Shop around ahead of time
To find out what awaits down the line.
But do not be fearful of pains
That may await
Take the chance - don't hesitate.
You can search every shop that's on this street
But there is nothing that can compete
To the love that you have deep inside
A love so beautiful that you can not hide
All these shops are in your soul
Open the doors and life unfolds.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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The Charity Shop
They're not called second hand stores
as that's not politically correct
so you must call them charity shops
out of courtesy and respect.
But where would we be without them?
because some are like an Aladdin's cave
as in them you'll find all kinds of stuff
and look at all the money you can save.
There's clothes for all shapes and sizes
Jumpers, T.Shirts, Trousers, and Shoes,
myself I like looking through the books
and the C.D'S of Rock, Pop, and the Blues.
We're living in a time of Austerity
meaning there's not much money to go around
so thank God for all of the charity shops
and those that sell everything for a pound.
So if your a bloke looking for a suit
or a woman after a blouse or a top
there's a good chance you'll find one
down your good old local charity shop!
poem by Kevin Halls
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I asked God from Anonymous.
I asked God for Wisdom, He said: NO
You have to learn from every experience and maybe you'll find your own.
I asked God for Health and Healing. He said: NO
You'll have to take the best care of your body, know that nobody can help, specially if you do everything in your power to destroy it.
I asked God for Wealth. He said: NO
You have to learn what you think comes to you. Never dwell on poorness, waste, credit card abusing, but learn to be grateful for what you have now that you could deserve more later.
I asked God for happiness. He said: NO
You have to find peace and true happiness within yourself, without trying to force others.
I asked God to love others. He said: NO
First you have to learn to love and respect yourself and then you'll love and respect others.
GOD said: Go my child and find your own answers. You have the free will, you have the choice between LIFE or malediction.
If you are able to choose LIFE, kindness, respect everyone for what they are, you find that with a light, lovely life.
If you choose malediction, anger, jealousy, hatred, revenge, greed, you will get same for your lessons.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Pretty Odd
i love you but sometimes i do not
you're so sweet, an angel and divine
but sometimes, you're significantly human and you're the world
you're a poem, a song, and a quote in my head.
i desire to be with you but sometimes i do not
you're so lovely, a fairy and marvelous
but sometimes you're so far-fetched
you're a shooting star, a wish, and a dream come true
i miss you but sometimes i do not
you're wonderful, a firefly and unforgettable
but more often than not, you’re jaded and you fade
you're a perfect memory, a timeless sunset and a priceless picture
i love you and make you believe that
i created our story and wove a web of intertwining fates and destinies
but sometimes, i do not [love you]
i erased the doors of the mazes that lead me to your paths
perfectly, you're a heart's desire
but i forgot whose heart
pretty odd, i think it's mine when i see you
but perfectly know that my heart beats not til you're gone
i love you but sometimes i do not
or perhaps, it's love that i know not
poem by Mhawi Rosero
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If Only Wishes Were Horses, Part 3
I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish
But if you wish to wish the wish the witch wishes,
I won't wish to wish the wish you wish to wish.
I'd wish like you - like you do
and the wishes of ours would surely come true
If only wishes were horses!
I dream to dream the dream you dream to dream
But if you dream to dream the dream the dead dream,
I won't dream to dream the dream you dream to dream.
I'd dream like you - like you do
and the dreams of ours would thus come true
If only wishes were horses!
I desire to desire the desire you desire to desire,
But, if you desire to desire the desire the deer desires
I won't desire to desire the desire you desire to desire.
I'd desire like you - like you do
and our desires would really come true
If only wishes were horses!
I choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose,
But, if you choose to choose the shoes the Jews choose,
I won't choose to choose the shoes you choose to choose.
I'd walk in your shoes - your shoes of success
And then I'd have no stress,
If only wishes were horses!
I love to love the love you love to love,
But if you love to love the love the losers love
Then I won't love to love the love you love to love.
I'd love you and the world,
I'd love you more than itself the word,
If only wishes were horses!
I would, anyway, wish or dream or desire or choose or love like you do
BUT it surely would come true
If only, if only, if only wishes were horses!
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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Umbrella Song
On the poor side of town, lives a girl no one knows
With her worn out shoes and her ragged clothes
Her mother tries to provide since her father has died
But no one even cares if shes alive
And when the rain comes down
Shes never getting wet
And though the skies are gray
Shell still be smiling yet
Cause in her eyes theres no teardrops
In her heart theres no pain
Shes got her love as an umbrella from the rain
Oh, what love is an umbrella from the rain
On the rich side of town, lives a boy no one knows
With his shiny shoes and his fancy clothes
Hes got everything he needs if he wants to succeed
But no one even cares if hes alive
And when the rain comes down
Hes never getting wet
And though the skies are gray
Hell still be smiling yet
Cause in his eyes theres no teardrops
In his heart theres no pain
Hes got his love as an umbrella from the rain
Oh, his love is an umbrella from the rain
Isnt life feeling strange and money cant buy
All you need to get by
All around the world, there are folks no one knows
If theyre worn out shoes, their fancy clothes
Will they find more there to give for and open the door
To know that someone cares if theyre alive
And when the rain comes down
Were never getting wet
And though the skies are gray
Well still be smiling yet
Cause in our eyes theres no teardrops
In our hearts theres no pain
Weve got a love as an umbrella from the rain
Oh, our love is an umbrella from the rain
And when the rain comes down
Were never getting wet
And though the skies are gray
Well still be smiling yet
(repeat 4x to fade)
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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For my valentine
In this joyful Valentine's Day
I want my baby to be happy
By giving her my specialty
Let me design a new sky
For me and my Cherie
Let me popping my sexy
For my sweet lady.
What does she love?
What does she enjoy?
What does bring her happiness?
How to show the value of my love?
What will be my gift for my Valentine?
One day of kiss
All night long caress
Valentine's Day sex
Will not be enough,
One gift will be vile
A sky of cashmere!
A Olivine basalt from the moon!
Half of the world!
Oh! GOD helps me
To explain all my desires
To my Valentine,
To show all my love
To my unique baby.
To find the perfect gift
For my Valentine
I go exploring the Cosmos
To take the hottest star
For my love!
I go diving under the sea
To find the dearest treasure
For my honey!
I go mining the mines of Africa
To extract the purest diamond
For my baby!
I go camping unknown forest
To borrow the ultimate Unicorn
For my sweetheart!
This is the moment to say;
Thanks for the moment
Thanks for the time
Thanks for the caress
Thanks for the love
Thanks for the sex.
This is my lovely list;
Gucci bags
Louis Vuitton handbags
Balloons
Design clothes
Diner a deux
A pink Maserati
One million dollar
Jimmy Choo shoes
Shopping
Jewelries
Make-ups
Stones
Pearls
All gold everything…
Oh! Yes diamonds
Oh! No flowers
Maybe! A fountain of chocolate
I got it; Roses!
A garden of roses
All kind of roses
White roses
Red roses
Yellow roses
Roses, roses and roses again…
To say how much
I love her
Should I die for her?
Just to show her
How much I love her!
Still I could be unsuccessful.
The perfect gift
For my Valentine
Has to be my heart
Has to be my soul
Has to be my love
Has to be my respect
Has to be my sincerity
Has to be my honesty
Has to be my commitment.
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DIEURY DUMAS
FOR MY VALENTINE
Poetry Relief © 2012
poem by Dieury Dumas
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Bengali In Platforms
Bengali, bengali
Bengali, bengali
No no no
He does not want to depress you
Oh no no no no no
He only wants to impress you
Oh..
Bengali in platforms
He only wants to embrace your culture
And to be your friend forever
Forever
Bengali, bengali
Bengali, bengali
Oh, shelve your western plans
And understand
That life is hard enough when you belong here
A silver-studded rim that glistens
And an ankle-star that ... blinds me
A lemon sole so very high
Which only reminds me; to tell you
Break the news gently
Break the news to him gently
Shelve your plans; shelve your plans, shelve them
Bengali, bengali
Its the touchy march of time that binds you
Dont blame me
Dont hate me
Just because Im the one to tell you
That life is hard enough when you belong here
That life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your western plans
Oh...
Shelve your western plans
cause life is hard enough when you belong
Life is hard enough when you belong here
Oh...
Shelve your western plans
Oh...
Shelve your best friends
cause life is hard when you belong here
Oh...
Life is hard enough when you belong
song performed by by Morrissey
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If She Do Not Love Me, Or Regard Me (Collins Sestets)
Will I over her be in some despair
as she is beautiful, in her looks fair,
like a blossom on a early spring day,
a fruit tree where all of the small birds play;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
How can she somehow come to my own mind
even if she is graceful, very kind,
even if she is tranquil by nature
and slenderness is of her a feature;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
If she cares for me true, her I will woo,
some pleasant things, all in my power do,
nothing to somehow cause her any grieve
while in her sincerity I will believe;
if she do not love me, or regard me,
what will I care, even if she is lovely?
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Mind's Polarities
It’s said – and so it seems to be –
that when the individual mind
emerges from that place where mind
rests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be known –
in that place, which is; within us, and without us:
that in that moment, as the mind expands,
and as its sphere within expands to match that sphere without,
polarities arise; such axis as may join them
to lie hidden and forgot; instead we see
all as remotenesses, that grow ever more the farther;
and then – the aweful nature of the human lie –
name them ‘opposites’… and in that step,
a further one, ‘duality’…
and so, condemn ourselves to fruitless life
where, across the vast mind’s sphere,
sadness – let’s say – sees, far off, that pure happiness -
too far, too far, to be within its reach…
and happiness, seeing far off, sadness, seeks in pleasure
to keep its distance…and so, the balance swings,
the world wags, and the mind knows only restlessness…
and knows, desire… how we forget,
we could not know desire, but that we knew
what desire desires; what’s missing in our world;
sadness, knowing the happiness; what would sadness be
without its knowing, in full, its happiness? ..
if we but saw desire as grace; looked at it with clear eye;
we might see, lurking there within,
beyond the warnings of its waywardness,
that holy thing that yearns alway for onefulness…
and as we have departed,
then by grace, so we return;
find by that third perfect point;
that eye that sees, from its eternal home,
duality to resolve in unity..
and all absolved, we’re absolute..
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this, by mine own hand… writ
in a deep yearning sadness;
sadness that would fain convince itself
that happiness, this morning, is too distant; so, then,
to abide in sorrowed sadness…
and yet, there are strange joys,
where sadness meets all other things, in duty and in law;
speaks of all things in some strange disguise;
finds its heart, where heart it never sought;
and so, if words may do
what words should do, I name this poem’s end
its true beginning: name it now,
dedicating it, to truth and joy, and to myself:
A Poem in Praise of Happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Happiness
(b. anderson jr.)
Lea:
You know some kids ask us what happiness really is.
Well, to me happiness is a hamburger, going to the movies, new clothes.
Well, what's your happiness, gerard?
Gerard:
My happiness is a hotdog sandwich, new rubber shoes, new t-shirts,
New jeans and also my favorite part of happiness is love.
Lea:
Happiness is two kinds of ice cream
Finding your skate key, telling the time
Happiness is learning to whistle
Tying your shoe for the very first time
Happiness is playing the drum in your own school band
And happiness is walking hand in hand
Gerard:
Happiness is five different crayons
Knowing a secret, climbing a tree
Happiness is finding a nickel
Catching a firefly, setting him free
Happiness is being alone every now and then
And happiness is coming home again
Lea:
Happiness is morning and evening
Gerard:
Daytime and nighttime, too
Both:
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's loved by you
Gerard:
Happiness is having a sister
Lea:
Sharing a sandwich
Both:
Getting along
Happiness is singing together when day is through
And happiness is those who sing with you
Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime, too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's loved by you
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Precision
The day you flew in perfect arc
from your motorcycle was the same day
I broke the perfect formation of your women
at the railing, leaving behind
your grandmother and mother, to run
and jump the fence. The stop watch hanging
from my neck, suspended between gravity
and momentum, swung its perfect pendulum.
All our motion was brought to conclusion
by your broken body at rest
on the ground. Your breath never rose
to the oxygen placed on your face
and your heart never rallied
to the arms pressing your chest.
You wore the perfect clothes:
the ashy grey of death.
At the hospital they said your failure to survive
was complete. Though I never saw
the neck you perfectly broke or your body
cleanly draped by a sheet, I did see
your dead face bruising up at me
and for lack of something to touch,
I touched the stop watch
which had not died.
If any nurse or doctor had asked,
I could have told, exactly,
to the hundreths of seconds, how long
it had been since I'd seen you alive.
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poem by Laurie Duesing
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Little Ms. Perfect
In College, looks best, bought a good dress,
Flawless footsteps, Cinderella, from 1 to 10 a 10 forever
Wanted friends but then the weather came, special waves of;
Zephyrs, rain, pleasure-pain, she's a hurricane never named
Versus flame she's burning hot, a permanent cross between permafrost
Thoughts working from god, specially designed a few
A newer version of perfect, he took his time with you
Eyes are blue, your Isis views are timeless hues
By the moon that fly into the sky removed
Turn sandals to diamond shoes, curves, handles
Drew up unique, I like to do what you need, view what you speak
Thought-provoking open book, your thoughts are wrote in oaken wood
Invisible journals, every syllable circles and curves till its purple
When sentences merge; Victim for certain
Innocent version of Little Ms. Perfect
poem by Brandon Ezzard
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My Nails Match My Heart
my nails match my heart
'Lost Love' that's what its called
as pal as my nails my heart is
if only i could paint my heart
as easily as i paint my nails
red would be a nice color for the heart
does red match with how it feel
No! 'Lost Love' does
have i ever found love that paints my heart red
will i ever find that love that will slowly paint it
with tender strokes
so perfectly that nothing will ever ruin it
for now 'Lost Love' is the color it will stay
and tomorrow will hopefully be a new day
my nails match my heart
poem by Pilar Guethon
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The Animal and the Plant
The animal has a name of wonder,
A plant may never attack a wonder,
For the body of an animal is taking the plant,
And bodies are getting bigger
As they grow with eating alone.
To respire the body is like a plant
That does it all the time.
The plant is like Us - it lives perfectly.
The plant is not absurd, it is unblemished,
And the animal is less perfect, just some.
poem by Naveed Akram
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transcendental Happiness
perfect happiness is really hard to attain
trust from other people is too difficult to gain
How can I be happy? How can i make myself in joy?
Can you just stay by my side? my darling, my boy?
supreme jubilee is too long to seek
we can't have our own happiness if we don't start to voice out! to speak
we can't blame people for being lazy, being timid!
they can't attain nirvana if they are so stupid!
in my own, happiness is attained by people who are giving and sharing joy to others
remember, no one can find the secret chambers!
Chambers that leads us to nirvana! to paradise
be responsible to find the joy! that's my best advice
being happy is one of my priority!
solve for my never-ending insanity
perfect happiness is there on god's hands
we can have it if we obey his commands!
perfect happiness comes in most tragic situation
like i said, happiness is hard to find! I still need to seek for solution!
what have i done? ah! help me, please!
help me to build new histories!
yes! i can sense the success! the happiness' progress!
now i know what it feels, your touch, your caress!
eternal happiness is found when i'm with you!
when your coming, doesn't know what to do!
poem by angela Tenorio
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