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Wince

Welcome to my white fog, devoid day
there is a sodding care in your thump,
dally in my intellect-one brass trump,
be in my feast of mind, a rose bouquet.

Wild flowers of Spring fiddle in winds,
where wraiths infinitely rewind feasts,
for one time my soul was lost in mists,
your tear's warm communion and wince.

It was your sanctified, sublimate care,
to embrace ideally whatever was wreak,
once more the trump was to play meek,
to time dancers in your mind and glare.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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I Don't Care Anymore

Well you can tell ev'ryone I'm a down disgrace
So drag my name all over the place.
I don't care anymore. (I don't care)
You can tell ev'rybody 'bout the state I'm in
You won't catch me crying 'cos I just can't win.
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care what you say
I don't play the same games you play.
'Cos I've been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me there's a means to and end.
They don't care anymore. (they don't care)
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I don't care anymore I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.
I won't be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
I don't care anymore I don't care anymore
Well, I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
'Cos ev'ry day (everyday)
I'm feeling fine with myself (I'm feeling fine with myself)
And I don't care now what you say (I don't care what you say)
Hey I'll do alright by myself (I'll be alright by myself)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care (I don't care) anymore (anymore)
I don't care anymore
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
Do you care? Hell no!
What what?
'Cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face 'cos ya held all the cards.
I don't care anymore.
And I really ain't bothered what you think of me
'Cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I don't care anymore
Did you hear? I don't care no more
I don't care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.
We won't be there any more
So get out of our way.
Let us by
We got better things to do with our time
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care anymore
We don't care
We don't care
We don't care (anymore)
We don't care

song performed by by Kelis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Last Trump

"You led the trump," the old man said
With fury in his eye,
"And yet you hope my girl to wed!
Young man! your hopes of love are fled,
'Twere better she should die!
"My sweet young daughter sitting there,
So innocent and plump!
You don't suppose that she would care
To wed an outlawed man who'd dare
To lead the thirteenth trump!

"If you had drawn their leading spade
It meant a certain win!
But no! By Pembroke's mighty shade
The thirteenth trump you went and played
And let their diamonds in!

"My girl, return at my command
His presents in a lump!
Return his ring! For, understand,
No man is fit to hold your hand
Who leads a thirteenth trump!

"But hold! Give every man his due
And every dog his day.
Speak up and say what made you do
This dreadful thing -- that is, if you
Have anything to say!"

He spoke. "I meant at first," said he,
"To give their spades a bump,
Or lead the hearts; but then you see
I thought against us there might be,
Perhaps, a fourteenth trump!"

They buried him at dawn of day
Beside a ruined stump:
And there he sleeps the hours away
And waits for Gabriel to play
The last -- the fourteenth trump.

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Dew Drops

Outranged's the meadow's faraway,
where sky sheds winter's first cold drops,
the lyre of winds in bogs will play,
nocturnal dance and moon's ballet,
the shelter sheds will ring sky drops,
silence responds - her voice atop,
the blooms in mists salute and sway,
tis where she felt her tears' dew drops.

Commendable the feast expands,
in time the dancers reach the fair,
rain drops will fall on green dewed grass,
musicians' violins and trumps,
her siren's voice responds with flair,
night solitude's bird singers stare,
in mists salute the wraiths who pass,
as rain drops dew her face and flare.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Dum Dum Diddle

I can hear how you work, practising hard
Playing night and day, woah-oh
And it sounds better now
Yes, you improve every time you play, woah-oh
But its bad
Youre so sad
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle
But I think you dont know that I exist
Im the quiet kind, woah-oh
From the day when I first listened to you
Youve been on my mind, woah-oh
You dont care
Its not fair
And youre only smiling
When you play your violin
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
To be so near you and not just hear you
Dum-dum-diddle, to be your fiddle
I think then maybe youd see me, baby
Youd be mine
And wed be together all the time
Wish I was, dum-dum-diddle, your darling fiddle

song performed by by ABBA
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I Dont Care Anymore

Well you can tell evryone Im a down disgrace
Drag my name all over the place.
I dont care anymore.
You can tell evrybody bout the state Im in
You wont catch me crying cos I just cant win.
I dont care anymore I dont care anymore
I dont care what you say
I dont play the same games you play.
cos Ive been talking to the people that you call your friends
And it seems to me theres a means to and end.
They dont care anymore.
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time
I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind.
I dont care anymore I dont care no more
I dont care what you say
We never played by the same rules anyway.
I wont be there anymore
Get out of my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I dont care anymore I dont care anymore
I dont care anymore I dont care anymore
Well, I dont care now what you say
cos evry day Im feeling fine with myself
And I dont care now what you say
Hey Ill do alright by myself
cos I know.
cos I remember all the times I tried so hard
And you laughed in my face cos you held all the cards.
I dont care anymore.
And I really aint bothered what you think of me
cos all I want of you is just a let me be.
I dont care anymore dyou hear? I dont care no more
I dont care what you say
I never did believe you much anyway.
I wont be there no more
So get out of my way.
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I dont care anymore
Dyou hear? I dont care anymore
I dont care no more
You listening? I dont care no more
No more!
You know I dont care no more!

song performed by by Phil Collins
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A Rose Intoxication!

Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!

Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!

Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!

Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Flowers

(orbison/dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, he was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way
Flowers, pretty flowers, flowers, lifes bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, along the way

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Travel Flowers

When you travel ‘cross the country
You see along the roadways
Bright and cheerful flowers especially
In the warm spring and summer days

I love the beautiful sunflowers
Bold yellow blooms you see
Nodding in the gentle winds
Seem to say “hello” to me

White flowers ‘long side a trail
Roots go deep in red dirt
Stand out just beautifully
As they crop up in little spurts

Old barns off in the distance
In the midst of a field of dry grass
Are dotted with many flowers
Oh, I enjoy them when I pass

When spring time sets in and we have
Warm and gentle spring showers
I love to start my trips to see
Delightful travel flowers!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Smitten

Who must I be for you to love me
Endlessly, hopelessly, like I, do you
And where do I touch, when I need to so much
In a rush, wish you trust like I do
And I have tried to please her (oh, yeah)
Much to my demise
Please say somethin' to ease my mind
She gets quiet every time
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Yeah, yeah
Tricked by her smile, she needs me for a while
And I yearn, in return I am burned
Confess, I'm a mess, and there ain't too much left
But if she asked for it I'd give it in a minute (ah, yeah)
And I have tried to please her (yes, I am)
Much to my demise
Please, please say somethin' to ease my achin' mind
She gets quiet every time
Every time
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less (now listen)
I'm the one with quiet anger in oblivion
Tear tracks smear the smile on my face
And I am deep in love
I'm in love, I'm in love, y'all
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less (care less, care less, care less)
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Care less (oh, yes)
Hello, allow me to introduce myself
I am smitten
And she couldn't care less
Yeah, she, she couldn't care less
She couldn't care less
There ain't nothin' I can do about it
No, no, no, no, no
There ain't nothin' I can do about it

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Love him or hate him, Trump is a man who is certain about what he wants and sets out to get it, no holds barred. Women find his power almost as much of a turn-on as his money.

quote by Donald Trump
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Thyrsa Of The Rocks

Thyrsa comes to the mount spring;
fresh water in the jug to pour;
the nightingales are there and sing,
her untamed feelings to soar.

Thyrsa fills her heart with notes,
her songs lyrics make foliage dither
for this pain takes no antidotes,
the singing nightingales spell hither.

And as the lyrics rise to heavens,
and render modes of the wind,
palms join with his name engraven
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world with a promise;
one Sunday they 'd meet in church;
thus she waits for a mail's notice;
the roads daily, her eyes search;

Next to the spring rock Thyrsa waits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
wraiths around her dance with fates,
for five eons they fiddle, in mists.

One of the ghosts dances more aptly,
as she gropes her heart and loves;
Thyrsa of the rocks mentates raptly,
her golden ring and two white doves.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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I support health care for people. I want people well taken care of. But I also want health care that we can afford as a country. I have people and friends closing down their businesses because of Obamacare.

quote by Donald Trump
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I Owe A Debt To Spring II

Oh, I owe a debt to spring!
She brought me wild flowers and
Hardy daffodils,
Beautiful, velvet, green carpeted hills.
She brought the mist of April showers,
With the promised bloom of May flowers.

Birds came back to sin,
Oh, I owe a debt to spring!
I see the colors of a rainbow dancing
Across the sky,
Spring came in with a lullaby.
I owe a debt to spring for the love
You bring to me, my love, to me!

I shall plant moss roses, dear spring,
To dance at your feet,
Spring time is the best time for nature's
bouquet of happiness complete...
O, I owe a debt to spring, for you, my love,
For you!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Breed

I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.
I don't care. Care if I'm old. I don't mind.
I don't mind. I don't mind. I don't mind. Mind.
Don't have a mind. Get way. Get way. Get way.
Get way. Way from your home. I'm afraid. I'm afraid.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid. Afraid of a ghost.

Even if you have. Even if you need.
I don't mean to stare. We don't have to breed.
We can plant a house. We can build a tree.
I don't even care. We could all three.

She sad. [x8]

song performed by by Nirvana from Nevermind
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Silver Chimes

Forsooth this was a sound of trump
arcane descending from dusk skies
irrelevant, apposite drum,
an oddity and strange surmise.

You came along inside the rain,
the solitude of winter's cold,
a rhythm of notes and same refrain,
a kind downpour of words untold.

Were you a memory of times,
affection to appear evince,
melodic rings of silver chimes,
four seasons of Vivaldi since.

The orchestra performed distinct,
you sole appeared and our eyes,
glanced to exalt a case extinct,
old violins played to reprise.

The stradivarius pitched rare notes,
my thoughts were drops inside the mists,
the pier was cold while tied up boats,
sea-cradled alone in distant feasts.

Your face descended and our laughs,
invoked in cold as this embrace,
became a tear while sea engulfed,
my walk and versicle rephrase.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sometimes

Ill always have myself ? ? ?
? ? ?
Sitting on the stair
Which way to find someone
Look around the city
Lookin for my picture
I lost my money and my wallet at the ? ? ?
Oh mr. can you find
Miss did you see me
Strange things ? ? ?
My place Ive gots to be
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Wherever was I go
Its true Ive got to go my own
Need someone to warm my soul
I dont know what soul
I get a bowl of soup
I feeling warm
I feeling warm
Im asking to a ? ? ?
Dont tell me nothing
One thing I see
Peoples they mean
Looking for my brother
My brothers theyre all gone
Gone to drive
I drive to stay alive
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
I found a friend
Before he drops me ? ? ?
I met this girl
She wouldnt love me
I made some noise
Oh it was ugly
See I played myself
I cant get lucky
What you thinking
Always thinking much to learn
Time to burn
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes sometimes sometimes
You oughta know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
You know whats on my mind
Sometimes
Sometimes

song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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Time For Love

I came to try to tell you
That I've gotta let go
Now I'm wondering why
God knows I don't even know.
I don't care what they say
I don't care what they do
I don't care if it's wrong or right.
This feeling inside of me
Is more than some fantasy
Is bigger than you and me
It must be time for love.
I've spoken my mind
Nothing left for me to say
Oh, it's black and is white
Nothing standing in your way.
Stay the tonight, here and see
Shake your body with me
And I'll show you
Two hearts on fire.
You're reaching out with your eyes
Got me so, hypnotized
Now that you realized
It must be time for love.
So hold me with all your might
Take me all through the night
Make everything just right
It must be time for love...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Spring's Rebirth

This is the time of year being that everything is awakening – once again-
Flowers are blooming everywhere-
Crocuses, daffodils and Cherry blossoms- and
Dogwood, both white and pink
Adorn nature’s window-
The time it is when my father passed away-
And many years ago I became a woman
At the beginning of spring’s equinox-
When everything is becoming
Emerald green and supple as every leaf unfolds on every tree-
I have found bluebirds’ nests upon branches while
Monarch butterflies gently flutter about grasses and perch upon dandelion’s petals-
For many this is the time of year
Tears and wrathfulness have been left behind and
At dawn birds sing a chorus to welcome a new day-
I would laugh if I had no care and
Sing if a tune would only awaken my spirit although
My soul once did a graveyard dance as
My father’s stone brought back multitudes of memories and
I see the ocean though only in my thoughts and recall
That my mother’s ashes were scattered at sea-
It has been nearly twenty years since we were a family-
Tears were hardly shed over the loss only because
In my family’s eyes I could do no right-
As lovely and fragrant as my father’s rose garden could be,
It is long gone and just as
Spring is a time of rebirth for trees, flowers and
A time for celebration-
Travels, longer days and evening thunderstorms-
For me and the essence of my existence this is a time
Long walks in the woods and early morning awakening-
Having abandoned sadness of past memories,
Freedom from being unfairly misunderstood-
And growth within myself in many ways-
Spring is a time for rebirth for trees, flowers and
Creeks are seemingly overflowing as I can hear the gentle breeze
Rustling the newborn leaves upon every tree-
Spring rains shall wash away and drown past remembrances as
I too- in spirit, mind and soul have also been reborn-

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Anything For You

Those pretty eyes of yours
makes my head spin so wild
When the sweet voice of yours
touches my mind; I like to say
Anything for you…

I don't even mind
to loose something I like
For if it makes you happy
I don't even care to do
Anything for you…

My life is always been
surviving for you
Just try and ask me anything
you like, because I'll do
Anything for you…

Words never matter for me
for it's with my feelings I say
I would never care even if hell
falls on my life because I'll do
Anything for you…

Days are lost in time
dreams might even get shattered
Life is what I have to spare
but even then I like to say
Anything for you…

The world shall ask me to stop
looking at the way I live
Heaven might even cry for me
to cool the heat of hell, but
Anything for you…

Hands shall go numb
legs will forget to work
Heart might even stop beating
not able to bear the pressure, but
Anything for you…

Will I ever be myself?
never will I care for that
Don't want to see the end
hope I shall do what you like
Because anything for you…

poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty
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Orchards

Orchards in the Spring-time! Oh, I think and think of them,—
Filmy mists of pink and white above the fresh, young green,
Lifting and drifting,—how my eyes could drink of them,
I'm staring at a dirty wall beyond a big machine.

Orchards in the Spring-time! Deep in soft, cool shadows,—
Moving all together when the west wind blows
Fragrance upon fragrance over road and meadows—
I'm smelling heat and oil and sweat, and thick, black clothes.

Orchards in the Spring-time! The clean white and pink of them
Lifting and drifting with all the winds that blow.
Orchards in the Spring-time! Thank God I still can think of them!
You're not docked for thinking, — if the foreman doesn't know.

poem by Theodosia Garrison
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