Cupids Arrow
A white bellowing cloud
Floats on high as cupid aims at passer by
He aims at the man and women
Who have only know each other as friends
His aim so true…he watches anew
As from friendship to lovers they grew
This is indeed a delightful sight
When wedding bells start to chime
As the two lovers now
Become man and wife
Cupid just grins and aims once again
at the unsuspecting people whom pass by
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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A Little Left Of Center
(steve dale jones/billy henderson)
I walk in the rain and whistle a tune
I talk to the man up there in the moon
I know I may sound like somebody gone insane
Im a fool about you baby but my heart cant explain
Its a little left of center
By heavenly design
Love gets carried away
And goes wild at times
When cupid aims his arrow
Its right on the mark
A little left of center
Just like my crazy heart
It leaps like a frog when you touch my hand
It means like a drum in a marching band
Cant help what it does I just follow where it leads
How my heart feels about you baby makes perfect sense to me
Its a little left of center
By heavenly design
Love gets carried away
And goes wild at times
When cupid aims his arrow
Its right on the mark
A little left of center
Just like my crazy heart
When cupid aims his arrow
Its right on the mark
A little left of center
Just like my crazy heart
song performed by by Randy Travis
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A Lovers Moon
The moonlight silhouettes
two lovers in the park
as they walk arm in arm
within their wonderland.
A warm scented breeze
filled with honeysuckle
ruffles their hair.
They stop and kiss
among a firework display
of dancing fireflies
as Cupid watches
from a tree top perch
awaiting with his arrows ready
for the midnight chime
and the crickets sing their chorus
under a lovers moon.
24 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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If Cupid
Love can hit you
no matter where you are
whether it be at a funeral
or at a fun fair.
We may not know it at the time,
but cupid always shoots
his arrows straight and true.
You could be on a bus, plane or train
if cupid has his arrows set
there is nothing you can do.
You cannot duck or weave.
If cupid has his arrows set
love will come to you.
You maybe dancing at a ballroom,
if cupid spies a different partner
it is all over for you.
You will not see it coming
and will not even feel a thing
until you are the church
slipping on the wedding ring.
For if cupid has you in his sights,
there is nothing you can do.
25 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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A Side By Side
There was no epiphany,
no thunder from the skies
that day;
nothing so drama-filled;
it was more a soft release
a settling in;
a peek into your soul
by me,
which said
this person
is the one
I'm with.
It was not Love' Bells ringing
from steeple tops
or rose petal garden paths,
but it is Devotion's Arrow which penetrates deeper still
than the ones Cupid carries.
Devotions shaft
did not pierce,
it did not seek
the penetrations Cupid does
there is no magic potion on the arrow tip;
rather my feathered missile
flew all round you
lifting up the two of us,
forever bound.
Young Lovers face inward
looking into each other eyes,
but Love's Maturity
is these Lovers
side by side
facing toward Eternity.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Happy Wedding Anniversary, My Dearest Brother
May love of God that joined you together
In Holy Matrimony keep
You healthy, wealthy, pious and wise!
May your aims, desires and dreams come true
On Wedding Anniversary
As grace of God miracles perform!
May the Almighty shower His blessings
Upon your family amply
Giving you the peace and harmony!
May you both live more fruitful years in Christ
In accordance with His sacred Word
Blissfully embracing the Lord!
"Happy Wedding Anniversary to Annan and Anni! "
From your loving brother Dr. Celestine,
Mercy Celestine, Cathy and Diana
Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-02-2012
poem by John Celes
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The Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire, and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert
CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
Nor has Nature made another
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.
Cupid then her Sight directed
To a lately Wedded Pair;
Where Himself the Match effected;
They as Youthful, they as Fair.
Having by Example carry'd
This first Point in the Dispute;
WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd:
Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Easy Hard
easy common
a natural
progression
for close friends
to become lovers
but hard
for ex-lovers
to become friends
remain friends
broken hearts
hurt feelings
so often in the way
so many walk away
a test of true friendship
found in two sincere hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dine Alone
Its a cinch,
to, pass the time with you,
but hard to pass the time alone,
can you take it.
And its true,
true, the couple next to you think you look strange.
Alone, what are your aims,
or do you have any.
Avoid confusion.
You always know,
always know how much your paying.
I concentrate on,
on, what the people say,
the couple next to me.
Pass the salt,
pour it in my wounds.
It looks like you have no friends,
cant keep up with the new trends.
Sorry, sorry, for myself I dont agree.
No, I always go out eating with my best friends.
Its less than normal.
Avoid confusion.
You always know,
always know how much your paying.
I concentrate on,
on, what the people say,
the couple next to me.
Avoid confusion.
You always know,
always know how much your paying.
I concentrate on,
on, what the people say.
I think at times
song performed by by Quicksand
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The Old Tombstone
The old tombstone leans gently out of true
Just a marker for another's lost aims,
No one special, no one wise will need rue
His passing. Look! So long ago went James.
In the year of nineteen hundred and ten
On a day like this, in summer, he slept,
And awoke no more, just like all our men
And women, born to die. Yet no one wept
Except his wife and family and friends.
And he so young, just over twenty four,
Gone from his young wife half which life depends
And tears of anguish from her soul did pour.
Too much to bear this tombstone message shows,
Eight days later to her husband went Rose.
poem by Paul Anthony
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Cupid Smiles
Swift is the arrow
from Cupid’s bow,
where it will fly,
nobody knows.
Will it land in you,
or will it land in me?
No one will see it,
until it is there.
The world will then notice,
the love in their eyes,
and Cupid will smile
as he watches from high
at our antics below.
Then he will take another
arrow from his quiver
and again it will fly
as he sits there
smiling from on high.
poem by David Harris
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Hard Goals
Goals shake to progress and concisely
Play the reality of sport and soccer;
Yes, the goal of our life is the aim,
And the aim hates us when hard.
Hardness strengthens, lifting weights
To guide the sportsman, and all his muscle
Into lifting more weights and really working.
These aims of mine work longer
Than usual, to state us is exact.
These aims jog the memory to be exact
Afterwards and before.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lovers To Friends Declined
it is easy to go
from friends
to lovers
harder to go
from lovers
to friends
human natures
new lovers nurtures
old lovers skewers
once loved carcasses
firepit searing rotisseries
elevated temperatures
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Number One
Each time when one more year was over
You refused to hear heavvens bells sound
And the happiness in you hearts been set lower
You were searching for friends but no one seemed to be round
You merely should think of the good times
cos there are so many ways you can go
Take a look at yourself, youre still very young
And big aims always take very long
Now its time for happiness, stay hard and trust your fate
Dont forget youre something else youll never be too late
Trust your fathers mighty spell youll never be alone
Fate will always turn out well and youll be number one
Shout at the world dont care what they say
cos your life is now, here and today
Luck is there, evrywhere
Go on, reap its goods, thats the way
You wanna have truth, relief from your pain
But life takes its toll again and again
Dont fear the night--your future is paid
And the tracks to your aims are laid
Now its time. . .
song performed by by Helloween
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O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow!
Arming down along the stream,
Along the sparkling water,
And past the pool where lilies gleam,
There comes the squatter’s daughter.
Her eyes are kind; her lips are warm;
And like a flower her face is;
The habit shows her bonny form
As graceful as a Grace’s.
O I’ll be mad of love, I know;
My head she’ll surely addle;
O Cupid, Cupid; get your bow;
And shoot her from the saddle!
For, like a bird on breezes waft,
She quickly, quickly passes;
O Cupid, Cupid, draw your shaft;
And bring her to the grasses!
O she is worthy game for you;
And there is none to match her.
So, Cupid, send your arrow true;
And I’ll be there to catch her!
poem by Henry Lawson
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There is no greater fallacy than the belief that aims and purposes are one thing, while methods and tactics are another. This conception is a potent menace to social regeneration. All human experience teaches that methods and means cannot be separated from the ultimate aim. The means employed become, through individual habit and social practice, part and parcel of the final purpose; they influence it, modify it, and presently the aims and means become identical.
quote by Emma Goldman
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You Came Into My LIfe
The moonlight that shone at night
Was a dull and lust less light
And then you came into my life
Now I see moonbeams dancing on the breeze
The sun that shone so brightly
Was just a glare that hurt my eyes?
But the beauty through the eyes of love
Makes you see a different shade
It makes you want to live again
With your one and only love
It makes you see a possible
Future in our dreams
We bask upon the beach
Lovers lost in thought and dreams
We hold each other close to heart
Sweet music forever in our dreams
Oh the joy that one feels
Cannot describe just how I feel
It's just so wonderful to be alive
With you forever by my side
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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Oh Cupid, Oh My Love
Let the gentle breeze,
Flow through me
For I feel so much dizzy
Because it cupid who lives in me
Oh cupid, oh my love
Strong and desiring cupid
For you fame flies like dove
For the man who would not believe is so stupid
Draw your arrow from within
And struck through my heart
For you there is nothing like sin
Who wouldn't believe that except the madman in heart
For you cupid I praise and behold
Even when I wonder through land unsuveyed
My heart would never be sick from cold
And my friend would grow jealous everyday
No one knows you
Better than I do
For you reside within me
Oh cupid, oh my love
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Cupid's Mess!
Here comes the valentine day,
The season and time of the year,
When cupid is more busier than ever,
Shooting arrows to young as well as selected old hearts.
Cupid is known to play the game of love,
He with his symbolic bow and arrows,
Is known to ignite love among young hearts,
Creating love confusion is cupid’s favorite game.
His most successful moments,
When hearts become fully dipped in love,
And when their hearts act stronger than their mind,
And when the victims are not in their actual disposition.
So great was the joy of Cupid,
His sense of pride in his success,
To see the pain and excitement of people in love,
So Cupid was called by angels as 'Stupid Cupid'!
10/02/09
Valentine Day's special
poem by Winnie Angel
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Freedom To Or Freedom From?
Power aims
at Freedom To;
finds itself
on a collision course
with all the other Freedoms To
that inhabit gods and men and beast;
storm and drought and pestilence;
sickness, old age and death.
Wisdom aims
for Freedom From
discovers that all the competing Freedom To's
struggle within the stadium of life
and win and lose and win and lose
and lose at last at the gates
of old age and death.
Discovers that he who enters not
the arena of the breath
suffers no loss and dies no death.
poem by Brian Taylor
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