Hieroglyphic Beguile Meant
HIEROGLYPHIC BEGUILE...MEANT
I sought inspiring way to play “beguile”
blood's flood rush-blushing flush, then hibernate,
lush, hid ‘mid hieroglyphics of soft smile.
It dawned that very few can reconcile
emotions' brakes while breaking conscious state,
to draw more definitions for “beguile”.
Most, blind behind closed minds, can’t conjugate
dimensions manifold, unfold, translate,
decypher hieroglyphics of soft smile.
It takes so many lifetimes to compile
right signals light, bright eyes communicate
decoding definitions for “beguile”
into word worlds both varied, versatile,
deep, difficult to truly contemplate -
expanding hieroglyphics of soft smile.
Content observing content, context, style,
expressive inner eyes deliberate,
a worthwhile definition for “beguile”,
hidden in hieroglyphics of soft smile.
There are two definitions for “beguile”
one shares, one snares love, fair disguising hate -
what’s truth mid hieroglyphics of Your smile?
What if snare scare replaced rare care to dial
confusion more than loving fusion’s state,
refusal, ersatz aura ringed by rile?
What if those hieroglyphics hid heart vile,
whose slyness surface smiles would compensate
with blushing rushes should “beguile” prove guile.
What would remain of love’s fair sceptered isle?
Who could clear conscience e’er exonerate
from name of blame whose fame would flame defile,
mark Lethe dark, where no stark hopes beguile
lost soul, shade forfeit, damned, banned, intestate
parody pornographic, mercantile.
True torment, false beguilement takes to trial,
ensures despair, bare cell disconsolate,
Cupid's gilt arrows dipped in venom vile -
envy, greed, to feed perversions' weight
with appetites that needs exaggerate,
deform, intentions turned from narrow, straight,
to swift descent from paradise exile,
sharp fall before dupe hieroglyphic smile! ...
Yet trust MUST win the way to reconcile
both scope and hope with love emancipate –
there lies no lies, true rune tune of soft smile.
Then strife of daily life would prove worthwhile
spell doubt dispels, none underestimate
beguilement hieroglyphic of soft smile
when motivated by no ego's wile,
integrity as emblem steers love's ship of state.
Which sense should tale gasp ending prehensile,
grasp content, context, semi-formal style,
what meanings through synaptic condensate?
Effective definition for “beguile”,
thought sought through hieroglyphics of soft smile
far from brash crowds, cash conscious, rash, who rate
worth on this earth as status, alternate
between truth, false, fact, fiction, lacking style.
Meanwhile, excitement rises as rhymes close,
beguilement through poetic prose shows, flows.
21 July 2004 revised 17 November 2008 and 19 February 2010
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for previous versions entitled Beguile...Meant see below
Beguile...Meant
I sought precision lay to play “beguile”
blood's flood rush-blushing flush, then hibernate,
lush, hid ‘mid hieroglyphics of soft smile.
It dawned that very few can reconcile
their aches' desires with brakes of conscious state,
or draw more definitions for “beguile”.
Most b[l]ind, closed mind, sore, flawed, can’t conjugate
dimensions manifold unfold, translate
the cyphered hieroglyphics of soft smile.
It takes so many lifetimes to compile
right signals light, bright eyes communicate
decoding definitions for “beguile”
into word worlds varied, versatile,
deep, difficult to truly contemplate -
expanding hieroglyphics of soft smile.
Content observing content, context, style
expressive, inner eyes deliberate,
a worthwhile definition for “beguile”,
hidden in hieroglyphics of soft smile.
There are two definitions for “beguile”
one shares true love, one snares ere fair shows hand of hate! -
What’s truth mid hieroglyphics of Your smile?
What if snare scare replaced rare care to dial
confusion more than loving fusion’s state,
refusal, ersatz aura ringed by rile?
What if those hieroglyphics hid heart vile,
whose slyness surface smiles would compensate
with blushing rushes should “beguile” be guile? –
What would remain of love’s fair sceptered isle?
Could I my conscience e’er exonerate
from name of blame whose fame would flame exile
to Lethe dark where no stark hopes beguile
lost soul, shade forfeit, damned, banned, intestate
parody pornographic to defile!
I’d torment false beguilement, take to trial,
ensure none suffer more, disconsolate,
or fall before that hieroglyphic smile! ...
Yet trust MUST win the way to reconcile
both scope and hope with love emancipate –
there lies no lies, true rune tune of soft smile.
Then strife of daily life would prove worthwhile
spell doubt dispels, none underestimate –
beguilement hieroglyphic of soft smile!
Which sense should tale gasp ending prehensile,
grasp content, context, semi-formal style,
what meanings through synapses condensate?
Effective definition for “beguile”,
thought sought through hieroglyphics of soft smile
far from the madding crowds that alternate
between truth, false, fact, fiction yet, meanwhile,
excitement rose as rhymes close, prose abate.
21 July 2004 revised 17 November 2008
for previous version see below
BEGUILE MEANT
I sought an inner meaning for “beguile”
when blood rush blush would flush then hibernate,
lush, hid ‘mid hieroglyphics of sure smile.
It dawned what few, forlorn, may reconcile -
most b(l) ind, closed mind, sore, flawed, can’t conjugate
or draw more definitions for “beguile”.
I implications grasped, gasped, thought while
dimensions manifold unfold, translate
the cyphered hieroglyphics of sure smile.
So let me take ten lifetimes to compile
right signals light, bright eyes communicate
decoding definitions for “beguile”
into word worlds varied, versatile,
deep, difficult to truly contemplate -
expanding hieroglyphics of sure smile.
Content observing content, context, style
expressive, inner eyes deliberate,
a worthwhile definition for “beguile”,
mind finds in hieroglyphics of sure smile.
Yet there two definions for “beguile”
exist – one shares true love, one snares ere hate! -
What’s truth mid hieroglyphics of Your smile?
What if snare scare replaced rare care to dial
confusion more than loving fusion’s state,
refuse ersatz, aura ringed by rile?
What if those hieroglyphics hid heart vile,
whose slyness surface smiles would compensate
with blushing rushes should “beguile” be guile? –
What would remain of love’s fair sceptered isle?
Could I my conscience e’er exonerate
from name of blame whose fame would flame exile
to Lethe dark where no stark hopes beguile
lost soul and forfeit, damned, banned, intestate
with smile turned pornographic to defile!
I’d torment false beguilement, take to trial,
ensure none suffer more, disconsolate,
or fall before that hieroglyphic smile! ...
Yet trust MUST win the way to reconcile
both scope and hope with love emancipate –
there lies, no lies, the rune tune of sure smile.
Then strife of daily life would prove worthwhile
with spell true spelt none underestimate –
beguiled by hieroglyphics of sure smile!
Which definition should one here meanwhile
retain observing content, context, style
expressive, inner eyes deliberate,
effective definition for “beguile”,
one seeks though hieroglyphics of sure smile...?
21 July 2004
Hieroglyphic Beguile Meant Poem [c] Jonathan Robin
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I will beguile him with the tongue
Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says,
“Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.”
The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.
What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him
thereby?”
He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that I
may beguile him with wine and a heavy measure.
The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should beguile
the shaft of his gaze with a bow.
He is not prisoner of the world, fettered to this world of earth,
that I should beguile him with gold of the kingdom of the world.
He is an angel, though in form he is a man; he is not lustful
that I should beguile him with women.
Angels start away from the house wherein this form is, so how
should I beguile him with such a form and likeness?
He does not take a flock of horses, since he flies on wings; his
food is light, so how should I beguile him with bread?
He is not a merchant and trafficker in the market of the world
that I should beguile him with enchantment of grain and loss.
He is not veiled that I should make myself out sick and utter
sighs, to beguile him with lamentation.
I will bind my head and bow my head, for I have got out of
hand; I will not beguile his compassion with sickness or fluttering.
Hair by hair he sees my crookedness and feigning; what’s
hidden from him that I should beguile him with anything hidden.
He is not a seeker of fame, a prince addicted to poets, that I
should beguile him with verses and lyrics and flowing poetry.
The glory of the unseen form is too great for me to beguile it
with blessing or Paradise.
Shams-e Tabriz, who is his chosen and beloved–perchance I
will beguile him with this same pole of the age.
Reason says love says
Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says,
“Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.”
The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.
What is there that is not his, that I may beguile him
thereby?”
He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that I
may beguile him with wine and a heavy measure.
The arrow of his glance needs not a bow that I should beguile
the shaft of his gaze with a bow.
He is not prisoner of the world, fettered to this world of earth,
that I should beguile him with gold of the kingdom of the world.
He is an angel, though in form he is a man; he is not lustful
that I should beguile him with women.
Angels start away from the house wherein this form is, so how
should I beguile him with such a form and likeness?
He does not take a flock of horses, since he flies on wings; his
food is light, so how should I beguile him with bread?
He is not a merchant and trafficker in the market of the world
that I should beguile him with enchantment of grain and loss.
He is not veiled that I should make myself out sick and utter
sighs, to beguile him with lamentation.
I will bind my head and bow my head, for I have got out of
hand; I will not beguile his compassion with sickness or fluttering.
Hair by hair he sees my crookedness and feigning; what’s
hidden from him that I should beguile him with anything hidden.
He is not a seeker of fame, a prince addicted to poets, that I
should beguile him with verses and lyrics and flowing poetry.
The glory of the unseen form is too great for me to beguile it
with blessing or Paradise.
Shams-e Tabriz, who is his chosen and beloved–perchance I
will beguile him with this same pole of the age.
Soft Smile
Where are you now soft smile?
You left me all the while
Wandering through a world of hardness and dark
Nowhere for my heart to park
Wherefore art thou soft smile?
Soft smile what light through yonder window breaks?
'Tis the sun and 'soft smile' you are my moon.
I dream endless hours of another moment with you
Every little moment has meaning
Why must I fall for you again n again?
You, who hath no heart but carry a shield
Soft smile you buried your heart but start
Start a new one with me will you?
Soft smile, stay with me a while
Allow me to beguile
Allow me to teach you about tease and denial
I miss you soft smile
I think about you every day
We both know i have spoiled you
We both know how i feel for you
I will go on alone
I will piss and moan
Who is 'soft smile'?
She knows exactly who she is
Because she wanders through her day
Carrying a bag of coins
But more importantly carrying my heart symbolically
Soft Smile I miss you every single day.
Beau Golden
poem by Beau Golden
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Optimistic Suicide
Her screams are that of a,
Harmonious disaster,
Caged in a,
Rubberband prison.
Her melancholy intentions,
Lead to a freezer burn.
Shes anxious for an encore,
Shes anxious for her turn.
She's all tripped up,
And her heart's skippin' beats.
She's feelin' this groove,
Yeah she's feelin' the heat.
Rev up that rhythm,
She's gotta have her,
Optimistic Suicide.
Shes wallowing in her pitty,
Shes dabbling in her pride.
It rattles to the bone,
Like a deathly rose.
But that's how suicide goes.
And why, well no one knows.
Maybe she'll go up,
Maybe she'll come down.
Optimistic Suicide,
Calms the hallow sound.
Her intentions do morph,
She's turned from inside out.
Now shes lingering in doubt.
She screams,
'Please let me die,
My optimistic suicide! '
She cries and cries,
Why wait for these lies.
There's no other way,
But to die with a smile.
And her optimistic suicide,
Did certainly beguile.
Now she is dead,
With a smile in her grave.
Beguile suicide did,
But it also did save.
SMILE and it BLOOMS FOREVER! ! !
SMILE! ! ! a NEW LIFE will blossom right before your EYES
Don’t worry! ! ! Smile! ! !
A Smile is an act of Modesty
A Smile sheds on light your Honesty
A Smile is a sweet Escape from Anxiety
A Smile is a precious gift
A Smile gives you a lift
To your sad mood
The Magic Smile makes a Shift
Smile, conquer your inner pain
Don’t think twice, smile
Bring back your inner bliss again
Don’t rile! ! ! Don’t rile
A Sincere Smile makes one’s intention plain
Smile when you’re worry
Smile when you’re in a hurry
Smile when you say Sorry
Smile, Smile for the Smile itself
A Smile is a way to relax yourself
The Reason of the Smile is a Smile
When you smile,
You’ll realize that the Life Worthwhile
Paint a Smile on your face,
No matter the time or the place
Smile and you’ll be always the Ace
Smile, be your delight chief
Smile, erase your grief
Send your Hopeful Smile
The despair is the Smile Thief
Smile and walk on the Hope’s Way
Smile, your Smile Rays shine your Day
Smile, your Tears Of Sadness turns into Tears Of Joy
Smile, you’ll feel the innocence of a little Girl or Boy
Smile! ! ! Don’ Worry! ! !
{December 03,2009}
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
poem by William Blake
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Momentous Memories And More...
Contained within my very soul
Lay memories of you.
In fact, they stay, beyond control,
Because my love is true...
I think of you and then a smile
Appears upon my face.
A kiss or two can quite beguile
And thus they leave their trace...
Pressed close we touched and lingered still,
Eyes closed, engrossed, held fast...
I prayed, that if it were God’s will,
Our love would always last.
No wonder, then, when we’re apart,
I reminisce again
And think myself, now hand-on-heart,
The luckiest of men...
If only life were one long kiss
Expressed with ecstasy...
Life would be heaven! Beauty! Bliss!
True love! Just you and me...
poem by Denis Martindale
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C.a.c.
C.A.C.
Creative talent bubbles 'neath sweet smile
Like lightning charge in summer heat, blue skied,
As if the elements had all allied
Incorporating charms sent to beguile
Reality and dreams. None can defile
Eternal happiness. The world, though wide,
Aspires to such perfection, free from pride,
Must learn to trust, one day to reconcile
All its potential to her promise, while
Ne'er in this universe did there abide
Depths so profound to sound Life's secret side.
Aware, keen mind lights blind who find worthwhile
Contentment where before were trouble, trial.
On angel's wings, Earth's problems cla[i]rified,
Love links both charm and knowledge, soon will ride
Life to a future free from envy, guile.
In Claire Amanda Collings sings joy I'll
New-bpr, jere celebrate, still starry-eyed.
Green eyes surround blond halo, oh! fond I'd
Send all my blessings, seek again sweet smile!
1 September 1991
c.A.C. Claire Amanda Collins... Born August 1991
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Constantly She Brings Joy
The voice of my love is like a melody
and constantly she brings joy to me,
her eyes is more lovely than the sky,
and in her presence truly happy am I
while I see the brilliance of her smile,
eternally with wit she does me beguile,
until all life leaves me and beyond
to her I will be forever fond.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Smile Is A Sign Of......
A smile is a sign of love
A smile is a sign of care
A smile tells how much to others
You are important and also dear
A smile is a sign of cheer
A smile is a sign of trust
A smile shows how you can
Be happy even in hard crust
A smile is a sign of joy
A smile is a sign of hope
A smile teaches you how you can
Remove the clouds of mope
For nothing but only a smile
Takes away your pain and trial
And pick your trouble's pile
And let you smile, smile and smile.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Smile For Me
'Smile for me!
Is somebody waiting for me?
She took this picture
Did she take it for me?
Time is ticking,
Her smile insists, just to tell her was she waiting me?
When she smiles, I feel it, I know, I see it.
When she’s happy,
Smiles so bright, gives me another reason
For her her I’d fight!
I am happy when she’s happy
I smile when she smiles
I face the fact that it’s just her smile.
But I know inside,
Deep inside that smile,
She smiles for me, just for awhile.
A picture perfected, you should see
I just love it when she smiles for me.
She inspires me to reach out my hand
Hold her close
Let her stand
That smile of hers, no one can take,
No matter how early, no matter how late.
The time it takes, you must understand
It starting now, it starts again.
When you see her smile
It makes you see, just how deep is her real beauty.
To display her I would
Smile for me she should
My day would be complete, when she even smiles for me.
Those eyes, that skin, her hair, that grin
Makes you forget what world you are in
Her eyes I gaze
Her hands so soft
When she?
Will she?
I think she ought.
Smile for me, not the first or the last
Just smile for me, my time has past
I wait to see that smile she wore
She smiles for me forevermore.
Did I miss it?
Here it comes, a smile for me is coming out
But when, If, I wonder how.
She smiles when she sees me, when I am no where around
That smile she has inspires us all.
Will she smile? will she smile at all?
I wait to see, is it coming out? That smile is here,
It’s out it’s out
Taken with time
A grin so new
Just one more smile
Ok make it two.
Held in my arms.
Waiting’ to see.
Smiling, waiting, too much to ask,
But smile for me, at last, at last!
I saw one coming out
Here’s another
She smiles, she smiles like no other.
When she, will she, I should wonder,
But that smile of hers is the 9th world wonder.
Smile for me, smile wide smile bright!
Give me a smile to rest with tonight.
My smile is yours as you can see,
But smile for me so they all can see.
Hidden behind that timeless frame,
Is a smile I would love to see again and again'
poem by Antonio Lockridge
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Love Sonnet 74: She comes as topping of my cake, the cream,
She comes as topping of my cake, the cream,
As soulful song, my misty morning sings,
Or wistful wisp of lonely dreamer's dream,
If not as scent, rose-planted garden brings;
She touches soft, as dew or falling mist,
Or gentle breeze wafted on cooler days,
Or butterfly, alighting on your wrist,
Then flies, as if guilty for its displays;
I wish to spin a web that stores her smile,
To tide me out when joy reserves are low,
Or hide some other smile that may beguile,
As more pernicious winds would come to blow;
…….I knew not love with any other name,
…….It has tasted so sweet while still the same.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Smile Always!
Smile man, smile! Always smile!
Smile all life and smile in style;
Smiling makes one worriless;
And makes you happy and less tense.
Let your smile be spontaneous;
Smiling keeps body relaxed,
And makes your mind fit and composed;
Smile man, smile! Smile always!
Smile from dawn to until dusk;
That’s one way to beat life’s stress;
Smile to all who come across;
Smile man, smile! Smile always!
Smile and get forever praise;
It will help you pass your days;
You will never feel malaise;
Smile man, smile! Smile always!
Four muscles help you to smile;
Sixty-four help you to frown;
Smile man smile! Smile all days!
Smile man, smile! Smile always!
(5-9-2000)
poem by John Celes
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A Smile will Beguile
Be nice to someone today,
If not maybe tomorrow,
Let them from you a smile to borrow,
We all have some days of sorrow.
Then when one comes to you from someone,
A smile will beguile you into that feeling nice one,
So maybe I’d say
Make it today.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Smile Smile
Smile is
with out
Word of
Love...
Smile
Is style
Of beauty...
Smile
Is life too
Eazy...
Smile
Is tenson free
Life...
Smile
Is no menson...
Feel free
Smile free...
With out your
And others money...
Loot the lots of hearts
With a smile....
With your own smile...? ? ?
Don't use anothers smile....! ! !
Ok...smile...smile...
Not only yours lips
With your heart to smile....smile...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Know The Way That You Do Smile (Trijan Refrain)
I know the way that you do smile,
the crinkles of your lips,
how your golden eyes sparkle awhile,
the movement of your hips;
and we might have been together
might have really known each other
and we might have
and we might have
been gone away with another
I know the way that you do smile,
we are inseparable
as if walking together mile by mile
as if unbreakable
as friend to friend we do belong
through many years we are strong
as friend to friend,
as friend to friend
through years we had been all along
I know the way that you do smile,
as the years do move on
and not a single thing can beguile
our love till time is gone
as if our lives are somehow twin,
each newer life we do begin
as if our lives,
as if our lives
will somehow suddenly meddle in.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Happy Solitude--Unhappy Men
My heart is easy, and my burden light;
I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight:
The more my woes in secret I deplore,
I taste thy goodness, and I love thee more.
There, while a solemn stillness reigns around,
Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound;
And, while the world suppose me lost in care,
The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.
Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good!
Thou art not loved, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile.
Frail beauty and false honour are adored;
While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word;
Pass, unconcerned, a Saviour's sorrows by;
And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.
poem by William Cowper
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The King Of Love My Shepherd Is...
True love is like a lantern's light that guides by night and day.
It's fancy free, it's bold and bright, it's there to lead the way.
True love is like the falling snow that settles on the ground...
To shed abroad its magic glow, both here and all around.
True love is like a rainbow's arc that follows Summer's rain
And in our hearts it leaves its mark - God's promise once again.
True love is like a newborn star, the Universe to bless -
Its shining shimmers near and far, God's glory to express.
True love is like a dolphin's grin that's full of joys sublime,
That's free from sorrow, pain and sin, content to take its time...
True love is like a lightning strike, a spectacle and more,
A dynamo upon a bike with power still in store.
True love is Christmas, Easter, too... It's Pentecost and now.
True love is me! True love is you! Let's show God's love somehow!
True love is like your sweetheart's smile and in the laughter shared,
In twinkling eyes meant to beguile each time you stopped and stared.
True love is like a gentle breeze that softly passes by
And in that passing, grants you peace, then leaves you with a sigh...
True love is like God's warm embrace, as soft as angels' wings.
If you love God, receive His grace: Lord Jesus! King of Kings!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Smile :) :)
A smile is a sign of love
A smile is a sign of care
A smile tells how much to others
You are important and also dear
A smile is a sign of cheer
A smile is a sign of trust
A smile shows how you can
Be happy even in hard crust
A smile is a sign of joy
A smile is a sign of hope
A smile teaches you how you can
Remove the clouds of mope
For nothing but only a smile
Takes away your pain and trial
And pick your trouble's pile
And let you smile, smile and smile.
nEeLaBhA :)
poem by Neelabha Mahajan
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Euthanasia
Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
Age? wouldst see December smile?
Wouldst see nests of new roses grow
In a bed of reverend snow?
Warm thoughts, free spirits, flattering
Winter's self into a spring?
In sum wouldst see a man that can
Live to be old, and still a man?
Whose latest and most leaden hours,
Fall with soft wings stuck with soft flowers;
And, when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay -
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see?
Hark hither! - and thyself be he.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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