Just one or two is enough
one or two excellent poems are enough
to get people to remember you by
the rest of them are for the scholarly
to study how you arrive at those
creme de la creme of yours
how you have fumbled and stumbled
to eventually handed/clinged on to their
heart for good
for the rest of humanity, just one or two
excellent poems are enough for them
to remember you by
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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All my pupils are the creme de la creme. Give me a girl of an impressionable age, and she is mine for life.
quote by Muriel Spark
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Mother's Love Is Unconditional
Regardless of the weather
Regardless of your mood
You always save me some food
You pray that I will be better
Than the day before
You help me fight my daily war
You are my rock, my precious gem
You are indeed la crème de la crème.
Your love is indeed unconditional
You ignore the toll and the poll
You carried me for a long time
More than the usual nine months of pregnancy
You watch the arms of the chime
So I don't cry, so I don't get hungry
You are a genuinely great mother
That I want to cherish in return every hour
Every minute, every second of the day
I am blessed and lucky to be yours everyday.
You're my diamond, my source of inspiration
I love you with an incredible passion
I am your flesh and blood
Regardless of your mood
You stand by me and support me
I am you, I am yours and you are me
You are my rock, my precious gem
You are indeed my crème de la crème
I want to wish you happy mother's day
Todos los dias, tous les jours, everyday
Regardless of the weather
You are an amazing and wonderful mother.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Savoy Truffle
Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know it's good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the savoy truffle.
Cool cherry cream and a nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we're apart
Coconut fudge--really blows down those blues
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the savoy truffle.
You might not feel it now
But when the pain cuts through
You're going to know and how
The sweat is going to fill your head
When it becomes too much
You're going to shout aloud
--creme tangerine.
You know that what you eat you are,
But what is sweet now, turns so sour--
We all know obla-di-bla-da
But can you show me, where you are?..
Creme tangerine and montelimat
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert--yes you know its good news
But you'll have to have them all pulled out
After the savoy truffle
song performed by by Beatles
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First day
I see you found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen the light of day
I leave it in my head
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
song performed by by Brian Molko, music by Timo Maas
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Well, user feedback was excellent. Even when the software didn't work at all, there were few people who were avid users, and there were people who were just sending excellent feedback and excellent ideas.
quote by Shawn Fanning
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An Afternoon Poem Is Rare
AN AFTERNOON POEM IS RARE
An Afternoon Poem is rare-
Afternoon is long after the first light-
Afternoon is a time of heaviness and quiet
A time of rest-
Afternoon is after the morning work has been done-
Afternoon is the weight of the day-
Afternoon is the time after the day has lost its freshness-
Still there must be afternoon poems-
There must be a beauty that emerges
In its own way,
Perhaps from where lovers meet
Perhaps from ‘ripeness is all’
Perhaps from the anticipation of evening
Perhaps from winter where it is the warmest time of day.
There must be afternoon poems-
Poems that celebrate all that warmth can bring-
Poems of rest poems of sleep-
Poems of waiting to believe
That in the evening
A new day and a new world
Will make life easier again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly
NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.
Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Only Dreams I Have In Writing Now Are Poems
THE ONLY DREAMS I HAVE IN WRITING NOW ARE POEMS
The only dreams I have in writing now are poems
Poems and more poems-
I write them in the morning and in the evening
At all times of day
Whenever I can make them come to me
They calm me and make me rest
They bring a sense that I am still alive
They justify me an amuse me
They give me hope
The only dreams I have now are poems
And poems keep me alive
As long as they can.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Still Life In Oils-De Jour
You painted a most exquisite picture
...Brush stroked her canvas delicately
With feathered brush-a touch
...Tinting with royal hues-
And crimson red coloured views...
'Tis a still life of a woman in degrees...
...A breath-taking piece of divinity...
A true masterpiece of elegance...
...Your virgin work of art...
Captured by your most artistic keen eye
...Creme De la Creme Ala Carte...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Do You Remember
Do you remember
Picking up rocks and skipping them
By the people fishing
Do you remember
Having them yell at us
For scaring the fish away
Do you remember
Running as fast as we can
So they wouldn't catch us
Do you remember
How happy we were
When they didn't catch us
Do you remember
When we got home that day
And you started drinking
And got mad when the liquor ran out
Do you remember
When you stumbled outside
To get another bottle
Do you remember
The cop came to arrest you
And how you made a scene
Do you remember
Being so mad about it
That you kicked the cops window out
Do you remember
All of us watching you
As they took you away
Do you remember
When they added another charge
To your already long police record
Sonnet: Immortal Shall Be My Poems
My poems shall live for Eternity!
God inspires me and I perspire;
Writ them all I have for all posterity;
Outcome my poems from my heart with fire.
I’ll say all the good things, I ought to say;
Paint all the bad things, they ought to refrain;
On earth we must live with care any day;
Life is just one chance and doesn’t come again.
Writ are my thoughts for immortality!
God helps say the right things in right ways;
The art in my poems, the world will see;
I’ll serve God thus for the rest of my days.
My poems will stand the test of all time;
I speak of life and values with much rhyme.
poem by John Celes
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Which Poems Are True and Which Poems Only A Story?
WHICH POEMS ARE TRUE AND WHICH POEMS ONLY A STORY?
Which poems are true
and which poems only a story?
There are poems I have to write
They are the heart of who I am-
And other poems that tell a story my mind makes
And takes me where I do not know I'll ever really be-
There are real poems and there are imaginary poems-
And there are poems-in- between like this one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All These Poems Are Not Good Enough
ALL THESE POEMS ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH
All these poems are not good enough-
I am not good enough-
And my life is going to end
Without my having been good enough.
Good Enough? .
Good enough for what?
For whom?
Not Good enough
To be among those who wrote lines
Mankind loves to remember.
Not good enough-
Clearly not good enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Beach Memory
I remember the day at the beach
I remember the hot sand burning my feet
I remember how cold the ocean felt
and how my skin seemed to sizzle in the heat
I remember the boardwalk clamor
I remember how I wanted to eat everything in sight
I remember walking and baking in the hot sun
Even though now it’s still February and gloomy
I remember savoring that summer day
But my favorite memory’s yet to come
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poem by Wade Blade
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Oh The Poems And More Poems
OH THE POEMS AND THE MORE POEMS
Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems I am writing all the time
God has given me this gift
And when I wait in the right way
And when I listen to myself properly
The poems come in ways I could never have thought of or imagined before
They come as mysteries as gifts as surprises
As wonderful to me as perhaps to you their possible readers
Oh the poems and the more poems
The wonderful poems God has given me
And the light of this day and so many other days, also.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Remeber
I remember when you held me close
and said i was yours
I remember when you said
that you loved me
I remember all the poems you wrote
and all the songs that you sang
For me
And not for her
I remember all those nights of just
you and I
But now I'll remember no more
For you bring only plain
and these unwanted tears
So get the hell out
Out of my head
poem by Holly Kennedy
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A rainbow to treasure
if one day you get to read and study my poems
do not hurry them? you can do me last.
or if you do not like them do not take in even a word.
tell the teacher you would love to do something else,
like walking in the field for may be there you can
find a poet of your choice and closer to heart.
but if you love my poems, let me walk the balconies,
balustrades and corridors of your mind while you play,
while you have fun with your friends, while you sleep.
let my words seep through you like the gentliest light
calming the nerves, and comes out of your intelligence
like a prism, a rainbow to remember me by and by,
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Thank you, my visitors..
People say millions read their poems,
but I felt dwarfed in front of them,
I read their poems sincerely day and night,
commented then and there how I felt.
I thank those three who visited me,
and the rest who got two,
but never thanked me for the comments,
that I made for your brilliant poems,
think of me, when you look,
at the popularity list and,
I would think of you,
when I look at it.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Dinner Party
Creme-de-la-Creme
Soup de Jour
A trayful of nibbles-to bite
Party favors and
Mixed drinks
A Dinner-Party-Delight
Martini's and Vodka
Rocks
Gin and tonic or Baileys and Cream
Crab cakes and Marinated
Mushrooms
A Dinner-Party Most Sypreme
Ah-and The Main Course
Now that's a secret hidden to all
But seven courses-hold
It Together
For The King And Queen Of The
Ball
poem by Theodora Onken
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