The Unequal Marriage
EVEN this heavenly pair were unequally match'd when united:
Psyche grew older and wise, Amor remain'd still a child,
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Amor
Amor é divindade
Amor é reconhecimento
Amor é retribuição
Amor não é parte...
Amor é inteiro.
Amor é sensualidade
Amor é caridade
Amor só tem beleza
Amor nosso...
Nossa natureza.
poem by Erica Borges
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Why I Could Care Less' by Lawrence S. Pertillar
I grew up in the projects,
My sister and I.
I was the older...
And expected to be the protector,
Without excuses or alibis.
I had no one older to express my frustrations.
My mother was both my mom and dad then.
And my sister and I were latchkey children!
I grew up with an edge.
A bit of a chip on my shoulder!
I really didn't have a childhood...
I always felt quite older.
And throughout my life...
Witnessing those who whine about petty stuff.
I look back upon my life thanking God,
How I grew up.
I thank God for my parents...
And their struggles to maintain.
My sister Andrea who helped me remain sane!
The Women's League Day Care Center...
With their counselors who guided me on my way.
The residents of Bellevue Square...
To this day I may see a few from those 'golden days'.
And to those who take others for granted.
With demands their selfish whims be met...
If it had not been for them,
And their pointless greed and attitudes...
I probably would not express,
Why I could care less...
About them now being in distress and duress.
My mama taught me a few things about survival...
'What goes up comes down!
Folks who grin and smile...
Will someday show frowns.
Now go outside and try to be a child,
Like the other kids! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Plan The Muses Entertained
A PLAN the Muses entertain'd
Methodically to impart
To Psyche the poetic art;
Prosaic-pure her soul remain'd.
No wondrous sounds escaped her lyre
E'en in the fairest Summer night;
But Amor came with glance of fire,--
The lesson soon was learn'd aright.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The New Amor
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche,
Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured;
There he espied a goddess, the fairest amongst the immortals,--
Venus Urania she,--straight was his passion inflamed.
Even the holy one powerless proved, alas! 'gainst his wooing,--
Tightly embraced in his arm, held her the daring one fast.
Then from their union arose a new, a more beauteous Amor,
Who from his father his wit, grace from his mother derives.
Ever thou'lt find him join'd in the kindly Muses' communion,
And his charm-laden bolt foundeth the love of the arts.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Caught
As a child,
I remember the first time...
Playing hide-and-seek.
Peeking to duck.
That's all I knew to do.
I didn't want to be the one caught.
I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
I was a child and a child occupied my head.
And I would lie as I hid from others to hide.
But as a child I had no idea,
My attempts to fool and deceive...
Others much older than me already did.
It was as if I had been a plate of unclouded glass.
Hiding.
But everywhere I sought to hide...
Eventually I was caught.
I thought my hiding places could not be seen.
With a thinking everything I said,
And where I could be would be believed.
Until it dawned on me when I got older...
I was no longer a child seeking hiding places sought.
And I grew tired of that as I matured.
Tired I grew...
Of getting caught.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Se Si Es Amor
es corno amor
Pero no lo s.
Sabe a besos
Mi almohada
Madrugada
Y l no esta.
Solitaria
En mi cama
Si l me ama
Por qu se va.
Es amor
O no es amor
No lo s.
No s si es amor
Pero lo parece
Todo puede ser...
Con l soy feliz
Pero vivo sin l.
No s si es amor
Pero crece y crece
Tan por dentro de mi
Que se ve a flor de piel.
qu curioso!
Siempre juntos
l con nadie
Yo con l.
Y se me escapa
Entre los dedos
Medio angel medio cruel.
Eso es amor
O no es amor
Yo no lo s.
No s si es amor
Pero lo parece
Y me temo que yo
Estoy loca por l.
No s si es amor
Todo puede ser...
Es algo clido, es algo ntimo.
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor...
No s si es amor
Todo puede ser...
Es algo clido, es algo ntimo.
song performed by by Roxette
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No S Si Es Amor (It Must Have Been Love)
Es como amor, pero no lo s.
Sabe a besos
mi almohada.
Madrugada
y l no est.
Solitaria
en mi cama,
si el me ama,
por qu se va.
Es amor o no es amor,
no lo s.
No s si es amor
pero lo parece.
con l soy feliz
pero vivo sin l.
No s si es amor
pero crece y crece
tan dentro de mi,
que se ve a flor de piel.
Qu curioso!
siempre juntos,
l con nadie
yo con l
Y se me escapa
entre los dedos.
Medio angel, medio cruel.
Eso es amor o no es amor,
yo no lo s.
[Coro]
No s si es amor
pero lo parece.
Y me temo que yo
estoy loca por l.
No s si es amor
todo puede ser...
Es algo clido, es algo ntimo
song performed by by Roxette
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A right pair!
The tired shoes yawned,
They were unable to detach themselves from the feet
The tired feet yawned
Feeling trapped by the shoes and unable to escape
The first signs of agraphobia pressed in
Both were sick of the sight of each other
What a pair!
The hands tapped the table top idly
Refusing to release them,
Too busy composing a first and second draft
Of sonnet in its third sequence
The hands showed 'creative indifference'
The feet and the shoes
Now hot and bothered
Grew smelly and grumpy
Stamping the ground they united forces
Shifting both legs into action
Stamping the ground in fury
Shifting the hands from the writing pad
Until finally the hands released them from each other
'What a pair'! , the hands cried
The feet and the shoes
Sent loving looks to each other
After a particularly tiresome day
They hoped soon to be re united
What a pair!
poem by Yvette Smith
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September Villanelle
SEPTEMBER VILLANELLE
September invokes something special in my ancient country
No 'Fall' here, no amber leaves, upon her crowded earth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
Post monsoon, the land is a lush green mostly
Amid her crowded cities, one feels the warmth of her burning hearth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
In this land of a thousand festivals, one stands primary
It's the worship of Lord Ganesha, the elephant God of divine birth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
The son of Shiva is worshipped by all with glee
Massive idols of Ganesha smile and spread the mirth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
India has cultures, religions and castes aplenty
Open to all festivals; of a free spirit no dearth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
Yet, September brings with it sorrow too, the fall of the towers in NY City
The fallen unite in death the Earth's entire girth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
poem by Manjula Reddy
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Devulveme El Amor
Te vi en aquel lugar; t no me viste a m
Y no te pregunt qu tu hacas all
No te esperaba ver con un nuevo amor
Y aunque te quiero an no pidas mi perdn
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
No quiero hablarte ms; no hay nada que decir
Me enfrento a la verdad: que ya tu amor perd
Y un da entenders que no hay porqu fingir
No guardo algn rencor; que seas muy feliz
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
Tu amor no vale la pena, ni olvidar
Ni siquiera me interesa tu amistad
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
Devulveme el amor que yo te promet
Devulveme mi amor para siempre
No quiero explicacin
No vengas a mentir
Devulveme mi amor por fin
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Mi Buen Amor
Mi buen amor
Hay amores que se esfuman con los aos
Hay amores que su llama sigue viva
Los inciertos que son rosa y son espina
Y hay amores de los buenos come t?
Hay amores que se siembran y florecen
Hay amores que terminan en sequa
Los que traen desengaos en la vida
Y hay amores de los buenos como t?
Mi amor, mi buen amor, mi delirio
No prentendas que te olvide as? no ms
Que tu amor fue mar cuando sedienta
Me arrime a tu puerto a descansar
Que tu amor, amor solo el que un da
En tu pecho vida ma, me dio la felicidad
Hay amores que nos llevan al abismo
Hay amores que jams se nos olvidan
Los que dan toda ternura y fantasa
Son amores de los buenos como t?
Mi amor, mi buen amor, mi delirio
No pretendas que sea poco mi penar
Que tu amor fue luz de pleno da
Cuando todo era oscuridad
Que tu amor, amor solo el que un dia
En tu pecho, vida ma... me dio la felicidad ...
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Love [Portuguese Version]
O Amor É A Beleza Do Cérebro
Tão Puro Resistir A Causa De Dor
O Amor É O Censor Da Mente
Entrão Espécie E Fácil De Achar.
O Amor É Uma Loucura Temporária
Assim Como O Bônus De Felicidade
O Amor É A Paixão Dese Jada
Com Um Sentido De Compaixão De Humor.
O Amor É A Comunicação Cometida
Como Une A Admiração Do Perpetrador
O Amor É Um Condutor De Alma
Com Um Meio Suje Moderador.
Original Language: English
Translator: Julius Adolf
poem by Julius Adolf
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Schindler
Spielberg's little girl in red
Walking through the ghettos to hide under a bed
Must children suffer man's inhumanity
Every child's face around the world should lead to humanity
The signs of our time in now
Remembering the futile past and how
Every child's heart is a heavenly host
Not a spirit to be slaughtered at a post
A little girl in red slaughtered and hauled away in death's cart
Every child born into this world must live to play their spiritual part
Multicultural endeavors must take a place
Man's inhumanity towards man a true disgrace
Spirituality through cultural understanding every child's face
Hatred through violence will not win the struggle of that child's facial pace
I reach far into my heart when I cry of a child's need
A child must always remain the fruit of our sacred seed
Every child's heart is blessed with the color of red
Facial expressions so bold and sacred
In every child's heart there is God's testament written in gold
Multicultural hearts of God's most heavenly mold.
poem by Robert G. English
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How Little I Know
When I was young, I knew it all.
The world was simple as I recall.
Things were right or wrong and black or white.
Everything was within my sight.
As I grew older the world changed,
Or maybe my thinking rearranged.
I became less apt to draw quick conclusions,
As I became aware of many confusions.
I learned to listen and think before I spoke.
Then when even older my mind awoke.
It awoke and I understood to my surprise,
Knowing how little I know can be wise.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Hagamos El Amor
Busco en tu piel la tormenta
Y los rayos
El huracan de tu cuerpo
Desbocado Haz el amor conmigo
No es nada malo
Se mezclara lo duice Con lo salado
Hagamos el amor
Tu pasion vergonzosa
Se te escapa De las manos
Yo beso tus caderas calurosas Con mis labios
Haz el amor conmigo
No es nada malo
Ni tu saldras herida Ni yo danado
Si solo con mirarnos
Nos deseamos
Nos comemos con los ojos
Siempre los dos Amandonos
Hagamos el amor
Hagamos el amor
Hagamos el amor
song performed by by Ricky Martin from Vuelve
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The disaster
In multitude of eyes,
Away from parental views,
With pride given by foes,
Calmly, solely, she rides.
Abyss low, the fort beside,
Her soul wanders and slides.
In cold currents, the bride
Calculates her tides.
In the parental pouch,
Ornaments and riches
Pile up as heaps to catch
For her a better match.
‘Jewels by joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind’
Lie in vain, fully blind,
Gloss and glamour to end.
Men of her clan, afar,
Stand, trimming collar
And query, ‘Who wins her
Hand to be lucky ever? ’
Yes, while design and plan
For eventual act remain,
The Immanent Will gains
His sport for mortal pain,
With a sinister mate
For her- so gravely great,
A product of alien creed,
Low in breed, not in deed.
As the girl mutely grew
In stature, grace and hue,
Far down below there grew
A lad, earning her love.
Alien in match they seem,
No one could see pair’s aim,
Their blend in tying arms
That drifts them in still stream,
Or, the sign significant
That they are squarely bent
By paths coincident
To slip, anon, intent,
Till ‘the Spinner of the Years’
Nodded. To the bridal cheers,
Chased by parents’ jeers,
Elopement explodes near.
Man sorts; God sports.
17.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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United
Look around
They're moving in
Hold your ground
When they begin
We can do it
We can do it and if they wanna they can try
But they'll never get near
Then they can get out of here
Gonna keep on driving
Never stop
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
So keep it up
Don't give in
Make a stand
We're gonna win
We can do it
We can do it and if they wanna they can try
But they'll never get near
Then they can get out of here
Gonna keep on driving
Never stop
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
So keep it up
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
United, united, united we stand
United we never shall fall
United, united, united we stand
United we stand one and all
(fade)
song performed by by Judas Priest
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When
When?
When did the snowfall
Lose it’s magic?
When did the night sky
Commence to look small?
It was when I grew up…
When did the past
Become so tragic
When did the shadows
Start to fall
It was when I grew older…
When did the sunset
Lose it’s wonder
When did the sunrise
Lose it’s ability to awe
It was when I grew old and jaded…
When did people’s names
Become so hard to remember
When did I lose
The love of September
I think… I think it was when I got older still….
When did I start crying
At the smallest sad thing
When did my memory
Begin to take wing
I think it was….I’m almost sure it was…
But I can’t exactly….remember just
when
poem by David Whalen
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Juegos De Amor
Todos crean que nuestro amor
Era un juego de niez
Pero hoy que no te tengo
Me doy cuenta que no soy feliz
Y siento el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Y siento el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sola porque lo nuestro no pudo ser
Aunque mo no eres
T sers el dueo de mi vida
Aunque siempre el destino nos separe
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sola porque lo nuestro no pudo ser
Aunque mo no eres
T sers el dueo de mi vida
Aunque siempre el destino nos separe
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
Sentir el fuego de un amor que hoy
Fuego de un amor que hoy cenizas slo es
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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I was a late child from my parents, so I grew up surrounded by people a lot older than me. I think even when I was 21, I felt like I was a 70-year-old man.
quote by Jonathan Franzen
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