Med en Pidsk
Du faaer en Pidsk, som det sig bør,
Du Lykkens Kjæledægge.
En Pidsk har Du jo faaet før
Her inden fire Vægge.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med et Speil
Lykkens Yndling er Du af Naturen,
Lykkens Yndling er Du i Figuren,
Lykkens Yndling er Du for og bag,
Lykkens Yndling baade Nat og Dag,
Lykkens Yndling — derfor faaer Du — gjæt!
Dette Speil, det viser dit Portrait.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Til den lille Marie
Du er vel ikke et Aar endnu,
Men vi er forlovede, jeg og Du,
Du yndige Barn, halvt Engel endnu!
Det bliver jeg snart, men Menneske Du,
Faaer Huus og Familie, Lykkens Kaar;
Siig da, og tag frem her Bogen, Du faaer:
„Vi To var forloved', jeg var knap et Aar."
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med en Visker
Du som staaer der og smidsker:
Hvad faaer jeg skal jeg troe?
See her, Du faaer en Visker,
Men Du fortjente to.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Til Axel Fredstrup
Til Axel Fredstrup
med mine Eventyr
(Han havde i ,,Lykkens Blomst'' været den lille Nisse)
Er Lykkens Blomst' end kastet hen,
Saa veed jeg dog tilvisse,
Jeg har en gammel trofast Ven,
Her i den lille Nisse.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Brudstykke af en Rundsang
Kurvemageren:
Kurvene gjør just vor Lykke,
Kurve gjort med Vid og Aand.
Kurven er et herligt Stykke,
Naar den er i Pigehaand;
Dog, hvordan det ogsaa gaaer,
Kurven først fra os hun faaer!
Snedkeren:
Høvler, hamrer, muntre Svende!
Og husk paa, hvad tidt er sagt:
Naar det Jordiske har Ende,
Fire Fjæle er vor Pragt;
Men for Kisten, som jeg slaaer,
Selv en Brudeseng jeg faaer.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Nu er Du paa Maskerade
Nu er Du paa Maskerade,
Og det paa Højbroplads;
Imorgen paa Østergade,
Saa er Du Lykkens Mads.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Du er Poet
Du er Poet,
Du er Prophet,
Du er En, jeg aldrig har seet;
Men fra Hoved til Fødder
Er Du proppet med Lykkens Nødder.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Dirty old fire
Fire in my hair
Fire in my eyes
Fire between my thighs
Thank you for the fire
Fire gone and burned down my house
Fire deflowered me
Fire drew me in
Fire on the television
Fire dancing in the nude
Fire the best liar of them all
Thank you Fire
poem by Lindsay Crosby
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Med en Pibe
I Ægtestandens søde Fryd
Faaer Piben nok en anden Lyd.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Naar Vaaren rider Sommer i By
Naar Vaaren rider Sommer i By,
Faaer Du en Hat af Silke — eller Bly!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Fire on Your Finger
Fire on your finger,
Fire in your eye,
Fire in your spirit,
Fire that won’t die.
Fire in the bare bones of being,
Fire to uphold what’s right,
Fire in the heart of darkness,
Fire to fuel Love’s light.
Fire to burn but not consume,
Fire to learn and not assume,
Fire to live and give living room,
Fire to love and sing her tune.
poem by Tony Jolley
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Med en Krave [Du faaer til Julegave? ]
Du faaer til Julegave?
Dig Verset det vil stave,
Hold Dig nu smukt i Lave! — -
En Krave!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med en Kurv
En Kurv kan man bruge mod Amors Rænker.
Her faaer Du, hvad Du til de Andre skjænker.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med et Kobberstykke [Da Roser mangle ved Julens Leg]
Da Roser mangle ved Julens Leg,
Din Stue vi ikke kan smykke;
Men som en Blomst dog for din Væg
Du faaer dette Kobberstykke.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Med et Huuskors
Et Huuskors faaer Du her; prøv dine Kræfter!
De andre Kors — de komme siden efter!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Mig Gamle spørger Du Unge
Mig Gamle spørger Du Unge,
Hvad Skjæbne Dig forestaaer.
'Pyt', sagde Peer til Kongen!
Ja det er det Svar, Du faaer.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Fire Is Many Things
Fire is many things,
Fire is insatiable.
Fire is everlasting,
Fire is uncontainable.
Fire is helpful,
Sometimes constructive.
Fire is harmful,
Often destructive.
Fire is passion,
Keeping hearts aflame.
Fire is romance,
Keeping love untamed.
Fire is the block of life
That tells the unknown.
Fire is forever,
Written in stone
Anger, heat,
Passion, and lust.
Every single day,
Fire is within us.
poem by Ben Payton
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Til H. S. [Ind i den dunkle Skov i Tjørn og Krat]
Ind i den dunkle Skov i Tjørn og Krat
Jeg gaaer at søge Urten, som kan læge.
Ud i den dunkle Nat!
Mig vil det vederqvæge!
Jeg bærer selv en Vunde i mit Hjerte,
Min Tanke altid bøied sig mod den.
Nu føler jeg den ei! Det er din Smerte,
Som brænder der, min stakkels, unge Ven!
Vent paa min Atterkomst!
Jeg bringer Urten Dig, Din Lykkens Blomst.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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She's On Fire
Well this is just between us but between us let's get high
In pictures I have seen her and to see her is truly fine
She's on fire
She's on fire
Flowers in her evening set I get the feeling she won't forget
And there's times you'd long to be her but to be her is surely blinding
She's on fire
She's on fire
She's on to me
And I'm over me
She's on fire
And if I could be inside her light
I would steal enough to make my way into the night
And if I could be inside her light I might just find I'd be alright
Well it's not just a daydream if you decide to make it your life
And this is not between us but between us let's keep getting back to where it's from
She's on fire
She's on fire
She's on to me
And I'm over me
She's on fire
She's on to me
And I'm over me
She's over me
And I'm on to her
She's on fire
She's on fire
She's on fire
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Fire Ferocious
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
You show no mercy – no regard:
A writhing army uncontrolled.
At least you don’t discriminate,
Selecting to exterminate:
All dealt with equal pain untold.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
In time of drought you run amok –
An open chimney of the land.
Prefer to scorch than suffocate:
In blinding zeal, incinerate
To blackened vista now unmanned.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
Destruction be your only goal
For you to vent your jealous wrath
On gentle life with caring soul
And human victims to console:
As you are none, but psychopath.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So there it is – you are but flame:
Reacting gases to adorn –
With orange flicks of flailing arms,
You’re flaunting your demonic charms!
Now leave us for bereaved to mourn.
Fire! Fire! Ferocious fire!
You restless wall of flame.
Fire! Fire! Roaring higher!
Your fury to never tame.
So many lives to claim.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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