Wonder brain organ
Works wonders 'til you wander
Cheating on soul mate
haiku by Ken e Hall
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A Brain
One thought is perfect in the brain,
We see its blood in a special way,
Its blood is good, very special.
We swerve our blood through the vessels,
And the capillaries, dooming them
As they descend and make us maybe bleed.
The brain is surely housing a diamond,
Rich and hard, the diamond is best.
We swap and learn different thoughts.
Surely the brain works certain wonders,
Like the beating of the blood
And the thinking of our sons.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I'm In Love With a Poet
You’re my soul mate
I know it, I feel it, its fate
You were born June 8,1977
I was born June 1,1977
You’re a poet by heart, it’s your destiny
You caress each word with your creativity
Spilling your soul like no other brother
Chilling the heart of this sister
You broke up with her again
Maybe you weren’t meant to be friends
Because you’re my soul mate
Although you’re a college dropout
I am here to catch you
To take you to your graduation
So don’t worry about the late registration
And all the heartbreaks
Cause I have what it takes
Cause you’re my soul mate
Let’s date
Maybe consummate
All those other girls
Girly girls
Or guys looking like girls
Don’t player-hate
Cause he’s my soul mate
No more bitter sweet loving
For my American boy
Cause he has found his soul mate
poem by Tracey Tucker
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Limit
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But, to drive us apart with negative minds.
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But to hold us together with positive works.
Toad, load, road, broad!
Ignominious,
Tent, intent;
test, attest;
Mutter, butter, cutter, utter, gutter, putter! !
But, let us all try to do positive works only in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Trinity
the brain, mind and me
it has to be a trinity
three entities sailing
the cosmos trying
to outdo each other
the brain is generous
letting the mind wander
in and out while me - i -
try to work out the best deal
in the crowdy sojourn
the brain tinkles with
god's act of
predestination
sealed in tightly, foolproof
you think you are in control
yet in the end you have to
concur you are way out of hand -
one mystic takes you
by the head, one other
slips in and out
the brain keeps itself known
sometimes in touch
sometimes out,
sometimes even trying
to let you know
the pool of secrets
it holds over you
all nervous you could only wish
you are out of this bewildering
soul draining situation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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To Travel To Wander To Be Away From Anything
today i leave on a journey beyond the sea
i shall wander to see the other face of this earth
somewhere
i will be away from anything
it is my decision
it is my need,
away, i will wander, away, i will ponder
i will be hgher from this place
so i can see better from this far
i will be silent i will not write
i will not make conclusions
the wandering will be long
i will be alone
to the wonders of God's creations
unspeakable
unfathomable
i will just watch the flow of days and nights
i will be silent still
this spectator, this wanderer
this worshipper,
these eyes will just feel
unspeaking
because there are no words equivalent
to these wonders
that now i will begin to see with so much beauty
that will surely
shame me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mate Soul
To find mate soul
Its like asking a dream
to become reality
becouse mate soul is
that what you feel
to someone
the fluid that carries
little butterflies in stomach
sweet drunkennes without alcohol
Mate soul is
when you see reality
sometimes feel that
his mouth stinks
you do not like the same
music every day
to go fishing even
when his mother
came to guests
but he makes same good cofee
its still buys you gifts
stands up to kiss you
when you come tired from work,
and when you sober of
sweet drunenness
and still feel a sweet taste.
This is mate soul
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.
quote by Louis Nizer
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Ode To The Elder Brush
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The leaves rustle
beneath the moonless sky.
August had come
August had little to last
Leaving my soul
Alone.
Alone with my past.
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The bark shudders
beneath the gloom above.
My soul wanders
Devoid of love.
My soul wonders,
Love?
Does it even need love?
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The roots shiver
beneath the silent night.
My soul yearns for its mate
Where is she?
It wonders,
Can it ever heal,
Can it ever fall again in love.
poem by Shah Rizan
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Miracle Man!
Miracle Man!
Since the time
You’ve come into my life
The wonders of the world
Are all happening to me!
I feel wonderful
In your blessed
Camaraderie!
You are God’s Blessing
To me…for me…on me.
I love you, Miracle Man!
I love the way you fill my life
With wondrous surprises!
You are the breeze ~
Whispering into my ears
Like a long summer song,
The sweetness of which
Is the succulent nectar in you.
You are the winter sun :)
Embracing me like a halo
In moments of darkness.
You are the light, you are the path
I wish to follow…for it leads me
To the end of my life’s longing
For a soul-mate.
Yes, Miracle Man!
You are my soul’s mate.
My soul has found its
Friend in you forever.
And it tells you
How very much
I am in love with you.
Truly! Madly! Deeply!
Abundantly! Boundlessly!
Like the heavenly showers
Of the gargantuan cosmos,
A galaxy of love I feel for you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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E.L. Well, there are these rules that guys have, an understanding as to what exactly constitutes cheating. Take your situation for example it's not cheating. It's never cheating when you're in a different area code, not to mention a different state.
A lot of places we go, when they see the organ coming in, they're expecting rock and roll, but after they hear us play they like it. To me, guitar cuts through-it carries more than organ. But organ has got more guts.
quote by Wes Montgomery
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The brain makes you perish.
An autocrat brain works fast,
Senses no danger and sooner
Would perish..
A democrat brain balances
Its move to reactions and soon
Would perish.
A monarch brain stays up,
Earns name and in saving it,
Would perish.
A slavery brain toils,
Lags behind and later
Would perish.
Your brain is the cause
Of your disaster.
25.12.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Thoughts Of You
Laying in bed
Thinking about you again
It almost feel like cheating
Not the phyical cheating
But mentally cheating
On the one who
Lays beside me tonight
I can't seem to stop
Wishing it was you
Instead of him
I just wished you would
Hurry up and marry her already
Just so I know that
There's no hope that
I'll ever get my chance with you
I played the organ when I went to military school, when I was 10. They had a huge organ, the second-largest pipe organ in New York State. I loved all the buttons and the gadgets. I've always been a gadget man.
quote by Stephen Sondheim
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Just an Organ
It has been stated that the heart is just in organ.
But if it was just in organ why when a person falls in love they can feel that emotion in their heart.
If it was just an organ why when love is lost does the sadness that one feels seem to shatter the heart?
If the heart is just an organ why when a child wins a prize does a parent feel pride in their heart?
The heart is much more than just in organ it is the house of our emotions.
From the emotion of love, and sadness to the pride that swells in each of us.
The heart is not just an organ.
I had been inspired by an organ player named Earl Grant, who played organ and piano together. My mom took me to see him. So I went home, put my piano and organ together, too.
quote by Billy Preston
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Vagrants
Long time ago, we two set out,
My soul and I.
I know not why,
For all our way was dim with doubt.
I know not where
We two may fare:
Though still with every changing weather,
We wander, groping on together.
We do not love, we are not friends,
My soul and I.
He lives a lie;
Untruth lines every way he wends.
A scoffer he
Who jeers at me:
And so, my comrade and my brother,
We wander on and hate each other.
Ay, there be taverns and to spare,
Beside the road;
But some strange goad
Lets me not stop to taste their fare.
Knew I the goal
Toward which my soul
And I made way, hope made life fragrant:
But no. We wander, aimless, vagrant!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
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Wonder (couplet)
Wonders, wonders, where are you,
For me who wander, happen at home yonder.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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