Sweet, Little Persian
She's neither thin nor fat
This sweet, little cat!
Her brown eyes follow me
So friendly!
She's apparently shy
Enjoying lifting her tail
Whenever she passes by.
Her soft coat keeps her warm
And it doesn't look uniform
For sometimes it tends to change
From its pearl colour
Into a darker one slightly strange...
She's a pretty loyal friend
Eager to share her quiet days
Just counting on our care
To enjoy long, happy family stays!
(Dec 2008)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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Sweet Misery
(Axton)
Heard you had some trouble, thought I'd try to help you. In my time I've had a little trouble too.
If you let it get you down, you know I'll bet you, it will get you down and walk around on you.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
My dog had some puppies, would you like to have one?
He will be your friend and he will lick your face.
He will never cheat you, he won't try to beat you, help you be a winner in the human race.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
Heard you're feeling better, glad you found some happy. In my time I've had a little happy too.
If you let it get you up, you know I'll bet you it will get you up and keep you smiling through.
Sweet misery, don't want your company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
Sweet misery, she loves her company. She's in a crowd when she is all alone.
She doesn't care, follow you everywhere. She is most happy when she makes you moan.
song performed by by John Denver
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Change
you woke me up at 3:00 a.m.
to tell me about the fire
you said that she was more than a friend
you were consumed by your desire
CHORUS:
and so it goes
this too shall pass away
it cuts so strange
the only thing that stays the same
is change
your love was here but now its gone
and your eyes no longer want me
and now i can't hold back the dawn
and the truth that seems to haunt me
CHORUS
the only thing that stays the same
is change
the only thing that stays the same
is change
i'm not so sure where i have been
i don't know just where i'm going
hard as i hold it in my hand
i can't stop this wind from blowing
and so it goes
this too shall pass away
it cuts so strange
roll me away
it cuts so strange
the only thing that stays the same
is change
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Joyful Madison
JOYFUL MADISON
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes really well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her dog friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder sounds.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer,
especially when her friend Little Loui is really near,
along with Tashi whose been a friend for many years.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Winds of Change
As we see the winds of change, the Word of God remains the same,
The Eternal Word of God was written, by His Spirit not to be smitten,
By man’s darkened philosophy, as it was penned in Light of Eternity,
As man can change in many ways, the scripture in God’s Word stays.
The Eternal God shall not change, even in times which men rearrange,
Around the moral shift of those, who don’t believe in Christ who rose,
Changes that lead to moral slide, with darker views many do not hide,
Leading men to radical change, viewed by God is darker than strange.
Standing opposed to a Holy God, they shall face His Righteous Rod,
As they turn down the darker way, along with all they manage to sway;
For change isn’t always best, especially when putting God to the test,
When changing God’s moral decree, His Righteous wrath all shall see.
We have but one maker my friend, and one eternal law, come the end,
Divinely decreed before our start, inscribed by God, upon every heart,
And it’s the dark rebellious souls, that scoff and mock His moral laws,
Laws which are unchangeable as He, The Lord above, Who all will see.
Men seem to think, as they dream, approaching a dangerous scheme,
Today God is no longer relevant, nor are The Scriptures, that He sent,
Bringing to pass a much darker time, with a change of Eternal Design,
As God separates darkness of men, eternally, from those Born Again.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
Joyful Madison
Madison wags her grey and black tail,
all smiles to people she likes real well.
Her tail is shaved into a ball at the end,
she is happy for Little Loui is her friend.
Now Allen picks up Madison off the ground,
and carries her outside when she hears thunder all around.
Madison doesn’t like the wet falling rain,
she would rather stay inside just the same.
Madison is a Pardy Poodle who has an original style,
her coat has tight curls with hearts that make you smile.
When you look at her, her brown eyes sparkle real bright,
hidden in between her curly hair that’s grey and white.
Her ears are real sensitive so I try not to pet her right there,
other than that she always happy and full of good cheer.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Jack
YOU'RE only a dumb little dog, Jack,
About ten or twelve pounds or so,
And your wits must be all in a fog, Jack,
If you have any wits, I know.
But you've two such soft brown eyes, Jack,
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And such long grey silky hair;
And, what very much more I prize, Jack,
Such a warm little heart in there.
They say warm hearts are rare, Jack,
And I almost believe that it's true;
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But there ar'n't many hearts can compare, Jack,
With that staunch little heart in you.
Of course, we that speak and can read, Jack,
Have plenty of friendships sweet;
But, in spite of them all, there's a need, Jack,
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For a friend like the friend at my feet.
This planet must seem a queer place, Jack,
To your poor little limited mind;
For I fancy you never can trace, Jack,
The reasons for half that you find.
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You're not bothered with questions like us, Jack,
About forces and morals and laws;
And you never get worried or fuss, Jack,
When you cannot discover a cause.
But you go your own little way, Jack,
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With a wag of the tail for a friend;
And in spite of our talk, I dare say, Jack,
That we don't do much more in the end.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Where Is My Family At?
I sit at home by myself,
I think of days gone by,
Of family members who left me,
Then I begin to cry.
I repent unto Jesus,
I'm not suppose to look back,
I feel so lonely now and then,
But where is my family at?
I hear a soft still voice,
My son Franklin try to understand,
Your family is not behind you,
But waiting in the promise land.
Behind you is a thing called past,
Where nothing exist at all,
You think of days gone from you,
Events in time do you recall.
Trust in me my little one,
Never let go of my hand,
I am leading you to your family,
Over in my promised land.
Never a tear in there eyes,
Happy smiles for ever more,
Hold my hand, it will not be long,
We will arrive on Heavens shore.
Author
Franklin Spriggs
August 20,2008
poem by Franklin Spriggs
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What a strange dream I had last night
What a strange dream I had last night
with you embracing me
as your darling
and there were magic in your dark brown eyes,
your hair were longer
than you had worn it before
and not in locks
but really pretty
and you were again beautiful
past pretty
and this time
really in love with me
and the place was just as strange
out of our childhood days
and you parking your car
at that place over the Easter weekend,
so as if it just cannot happen
but weirder were our feelings
for each other
and that you were really happy
to find me there
and moreover really in love with me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Not Just A Mom
My mom isn't just a mom at all
She's also something else
My mom isn't so quiet or shy
But she's proud and doesn't care what others say about her
My mom is like a friend who I will never forget
My mom is always there
Whether I'm sad, happy, lonely, or angry
She's always there, ready to listen
My mom always give me advices to overcome any problems
She supports me in any way
My mom is like a genius to me
She may not be like genius of studies
But she's a genius of me
My mom knows what I think, what I will say, she knows everything about me
My mom knows what to do to make me calm down
My mom knows how to make me automatically happy
My mom knows what and how I feel
My mom knows what I need the most
My mom is like an angel God sent from Heaven
My mom is loud, weird, and crazy
But she understands me the most
My mom always help me to fix my mistakes
My mom always help me to reach my dreams
My mom always love me no matter what
My mom doesn't care if I am handicapped
My mom doesn't care if I'm missing a finger
She doesn't care
My mom loves me the way I am
My mom is like someone who I can't give up on
My mom is like... a daughter of God.
poem by XXXHolix Fire
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Immigrant Man
Years pasted by us quick
Lost counting endless days and nights
The family I haven’t seen for years
Because Immigrant to another country
Challenging to survived work and living
No time to think no time to miss the family
Never thought of how much the family missed I
Forgive me I have not been home
For such a long time
But my heart has never left the family
And I have never taken my root away
I missed my country. I missed mostly my family
The family loving caring brought me up
Endlessly guide help and supports
Priceless ticket hearted joy going home
To see my beloved family
Which I haven’t seen for years
To celebrate with the family
This Chinese New Year 2008
Prosperity, Happy living healthy and peace
Miss the happiness time FOUR generations living together
In one house warmest loving and caring
The noise the cries none silences day or night
LOVE and HAPPILY in the heart
Love my root. Love my family
Loving from the bottom of our heart
Prosperity-Happy Chinese New Year
Arrived home 31/01/2008
Celebration Chinese New Year 07/02/2008
By Lee See Fee
poem by See Fee Lee
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Red;
Red is the colour of anger welling up inside me,
Red is believing and then having doubt,
Red is the colour of love and romance,
Red is the colour of the end of my nose on a cold winter day.
The colour of little red riding hoods coat,
Red is mars high up in the sky;
The colour that flushes my cheeks after playing sport and getting embarressed.
The colour of my sore sad eyes after crying.
Red is the colour of my warm blood flooding my veins,
Which shows Human Bondage,
Which shows the life within me,
Red is the colour of ambition burning my soul,
Red is the colour of the devil, which feeds me my power.
poem by karlia Ashlyn
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Hope is good thing to hope.
I hope my family get a long like they use too
I hope God finds away to bring my brother
back from drugs
I hope my father stays in my life and don't
take off life he did before when I was a baby
I hope before I am 30 years old I be marriage
and have family like my friends do
I hope my dreams I want out of life comes true
I hope me wanting to hope is not dumb
I hope is right thing to do in life
I hope I get in to college
I hope my mom finds good guy beside
jerks
I hope who I am with doesn't hurt me
or break my heart like guys did with
my mom
I hope my brother leaves this girl that
keep him away from his family
I hope Amber will always be my best friend
I hope Rusty doesn't every leave me
I hope God helps find away for us
to be together me and Rusty
I hope my family is happy
I hope my friends are happy and thankful
for what they have in life
I hope when Jennifer gets marriager it doesn't
be life her last one ended bad
I hope everyone learns how good is to hope
and pray for things you need.
I hope everyone thankful and glad to be here
in this world.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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A Night With You
When I Pick you up, I tell myself I am going to enjoy this night with you,
When we Sit across from each other at dinner, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you hold my hand and we sit and talk, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you are out there on the dance floor I'm watching you move so elegant and sexy, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I come up behind you and turn you around, you look at me with them passion blue eyes, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me so softly with your sexy silky lip, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When it time to take you home I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When you kiss me good night and I watch you walk away, I tell myself I'm enjoying this night with you,
When I driving home I think to myself, how I enjoy my night with you,
When I laying in bed, wishing that I can enjoy the rest of my night with you,
When I woke up in the morning I realize what just happen, that I just enjoy the most wonderful night with you.
poem by Eddie Rubio
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Love Affair
When you find someone to make your dream
They respond with loving care
His reluctance to contrive his life
Her apparent debonair
In the wake of what she called her right
Here was something they could share
His belief that he was on her side
Her illicit love affair
Long lost love affair
Youre not so strange
What you have spared for them
Needed to change
Should always have to change
Always have to change
When their love was all but lost at sea
Quite unable to be seen
In the depths of their subconscious minds
There was something evergreen
If you wipe away her tears youll find
Bitter sweet humility
Its the backbone of his dignity
What it took to make her see
Long lost love affair
Youre not so strange
What you have spared for them
Needed to change
Long lost love affair
Youre not so strange
What you have spared for them
Needed to change
Always have to change
Should always have to change
Always have to change
Should always have to change
song performed by by Olive
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In October
Along the waste, a great way off, the pines,
Like tall slim priests of storm, stand up and bar
The low long strip of dolorous red that lines
The under west, where wet winds moan afar.
The cornfields all are brown, and brown the meadows
With the blown leaves' wind-heaped traceries,
And the brown thistle stems that cast no shadows,
And bear no bloom for bees.
As slowly earthward leaf by red leaf slips,
The sad leaves rustle in chill misery,
A soft strange inner sound of pain-crazed lips,
That move and murmur incoherently;
As if all leaves, that yet have breath, were sighing,
With pale hushed throats, for death is at the door,
So many low soft masses for the dying
Sweet leaves that live no more.
Here I will sit upon this naked stone,
Draw my coat closer with my numbed hands,
And hear the ferns sigh, and the wet woods moan,
And send my heart out to the ashen lands;
And I will ask myself what golden madness,
What balmed breaths of dreamland spicery,
What visions of soft laughter and light sadness
Were sweet last month to me.
The dry dead leaves flit by with thin weird tunes,
Like failing murmurs of some conquered creed,
Graven in mystic markings with strange runes,
That none but stars and biting winds may read;
Here I will wait a little; I am weary,
Not torn with pain of any lurid hue,
But only still and very gray and dreary,
Sweet sombre lands, like you.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Jenn
Jenn is the one that i always will love
through thick and thin we been through it all
i still love her like i always will
her eyes are brown and beautiful
when i look into them i see us and the future we have
i see us standing with a baby with her eyes
her hair is long soft and brown
when i touch it it feels so soft and i don't wanna let go of snuggling her
when i feel her hair i feel our baby's hair as soft as it's mothers
its eyes and hair they share
i will always love jenn forever and more
our future together is getting bright once more
i will tell you something today that will ashtonish you
if you don't already know
I love you jenn until the day i die
I wanna be with you now more then ever and again
poem by Roberto Camtoe
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My Horse And Me
I LOVE MY HORSE AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY
HE'S THE BEST HORSE AROUND AND THAT IS NO LIE
HE'S TOUGH AND SMART AND ALWAYS DOES THE RIGHT THING
WHATEVER I ASK AND RIDES LIKE A DREAM
HE'S NOT THE BIGGEST HORSE IN THE BARN
HE'S KIND OF LAID BACK, LIKE HE DOESN'T GIVE A DARN
HE'S PRETTY, NO DOUBT, BUT THAT ISN'T WHAT SHOWS
IT'S HIS HEART THAT'S SO BIG, THAT IT OVERFLOWS
I KNOW WHAT HE'S THINKING THOUGH HE CAN'T SAY THE WORDS
HE'S LISTENED TO ME WHEN I NEEDED TO BE HEARD
HE'S AS LOYAL A FRIEND AS I'VE EVER HAD
ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE ME AND NEVER MAKES ME FEEL BAD
HE TRUSTS ME WITH HIS LIFE, AND I TRUST HIM WITH MINE
IT'S A BOND THAT'S NEVER BROKEN, AND GET'S STRONGER WITH TIME
WHEN WE'RE ON THE TRAIL, THERE'S NO BETTER PLACE TO BE
THAN ENJOYING THE WOODS, JUST MY HORSE AND ME
poem by Kathleen West
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Just A Friendly Small Dog
Just a small brown and white jack russell with a stub for a tail
Yet when it comes to trust and loyalty his master he never fail
One who will never know of canine renown
Yet to his mentor he is the best dog in the town
With a ball or a stick he loves for to play
Just a friendly terrier friendly in every way
Yet his master with his life he'd defend
'Tis true what is said of a four legged friend
Respect for his master in love and devotion he does pay
At the gate to greet him home from work every day
With wagging stumpy tail and an excited bark
As if to say master take me to fetch ball in the park
Just a friendly small dog with a stump of a tail
But when it comes to devotion and loyalty he never does fail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My imaginary friend
My imaginary friend
Has got brown eyes
And brown hair
My imaginary friend
Is as cuddly
As polo bear
My imaginary friend
Is playful and kind
My imaginary friend
Has got a big mind
My imaginary friend
Is complete with care
My imaginary friend
Knows how to share
My imaginary friend
Is my sweetheart
My imaginary friend
Likes so much art
My imaginary friend
Is really fun
The truth is
I don’t have imaginary friend
All of this is my mum
M.Reka 2006
poem by Marinela Reka
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