Fake Flowers
ı do not like fake flowers
having no soul and odor
dry and like ice
they gaze with their icy..cold eyes
they tray to smell
but only in imitation
but have no smell or odor
ı n the natural flowers
you find the all the mixture and voices
of the colors and the odors
they smell
like a beloved..like a comrade..like a mother
and they flow into you
like a colorful fountain
one is man made
the other GOD made
one wavers and boasts ''ME..ME..MEE..
the other gives real friendship and love
and GOD..the one who looks at us
and protects us from above
Ali TURK KESKIN....translatı on Metin Ş AHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
quote by Ethel Waters
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Thought You Were So Sweet
I'm at a loss.
Because my feelings for you,
Have been tossed.
But at who's cost?
I'm at a loss.
I should feel crossed,
And upset...
But I'm more in awe,
You could leave me without cause.
There was no argument,
Before you put me down.
There was no hint or clue,
Before you kicked me to the ground.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bit me with a venom to poison me like a boa.
I'm at a loss.
Because my feelings for you,
Have been tossed.
But at who's cost?
I'm at a loss.
I should feel crossed,
And upset...
But I'm more in awe,
You could leave me without cause.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bit me with a venom to poison me like a boa.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
Leaving me to feel I drove but you removed the motor.
Like a clown that you had made into your private joker.
Before I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
You bowled me over just to bite me like a boa.
I thought you were so sweet but now I smell your odor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Think I Smell A Rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where it's at
I think I smell a rat
walking down the street
carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where is at
I think I smell a rat
treating your mother and father
like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat
song performed by by White Stripes
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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The Wind, One Brilliant Day
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
'In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses.'
'I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead.'
'Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.'
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
'What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?'
poem by Antonio Machado
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If I Could Divide the Smell of Flowers
If I could divide the smell of flowers
I’d send some to the falsely charged
Locked in prison cells
Send some to the lonely seniors
Trapped in apartment hells
Send some to the weary miners
Sweating beneath the ground
Send some to the invisible people
Hauling our garbage ‘round
Some answers in life are so easy
Like zero plus zero is none
But how do we divide the smell of flowers
So their fragrance is shared by everyone?
If I could divide the smell of flowers
I’d pass some to the frightened animals
Caged against their wills
Pass some to the dying birds
Choking on oil spills
Pass some to the angry kids
Sniffing up airplane glue
Pass some to the crying widow
Missing the love she knew
Some answers in life are so easy
Like zero plus zero is none
But how do we divide the smell of flowers
So their fragrance is shared by everyone?
If I could divide the smell of flowers
Then you’d always have your share
If I could divide the smell of flowers
There’d be sweetness around you
Everywhere
song performed by by Henry Iglesias, music by Catman Cohen, lyrics by Catman Cohen from How I Want to Live: the Catman Chronicles 2 (2005)
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Smell Of A Woman
The smell of a woman,
When I am down there.
There's nothing on earth,
That quite can compare.
Earthy, moist, steamy, and rare,
Like tropical flowers perfuming the air.
The smell you find, at a womans core,
will make you want her, more, and more.
I can smell a woman across the street,
Way before our eyes will meet.
That delicate scent carried on the breeze,
Coming from a woman, seeking release.
The scent of a woman, when she is in heat,
You'll find yourself commonly looking for it.
And when I find it, it's a matter of time,
Till close up I smell that scent so sublime.
The smell of a woman all over my face,
The sweet scent of a woman, will have me crazed.
Don Juan Tenorio
poem by Don Juan Tenorio
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There Is A Secret Garden In My Heart
where i grow
some weeds
and flowers
with colors
and scents
not of your liking
i hide them
there
only for me
to see
and smell
and touch
you do not
know
i am more real
in this garden
my home
away from
you
where i can
be a weed
a grass
and not the
flower
that you always
love
in this garden
where
i am alone
where
i can be myself
away from
the clutches
of your choking
gaze
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Life
I made a posie, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within this band.
But time did becken to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away
And wither'd in my hand.
My hand was next to them, and then my heart:
I took, without more thinking, in good part
Times gentle admonition:
Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste convey
Making my minde to smell my fatall day;
Yet sugring the suspicion.
Farewell deare flowers, sweetly your time ye spent,
Fit, while ye liv'd, for smell or ornament,
And after death for cures.
I follow straight without complaints or grief,
Since if my sent be good, I care not, if
It be as short as yours.
poem by George Herbert
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The Song of Quoodle
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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The Song of Quoodle
They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;
Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.
They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell
When door and darkness closes
The park a Jew encloses,
Where even the law of Moses
Will let you steal a smell.
The brilliant smell of water,
The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,
The old bones buried under,
Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
*
And Quoodle here discloses
All things that Quoodle can,
They haven't got no noses,
They haven't got no noses,
And goodness only knowses
The Noselessness of Man.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Smelling The Flowers
(8/17/12)
Always looking at the clock, wondering about the hour
Never stopping to smell the flowers.
There was a time that life was at a slower pace
Now it seems we're always in a race.
The one thing that I know is that we don't
Spend enough time to watch our children grow.
I saw my marriage failing because I was
Too busy running around, as she looked at me
Without making a sound.
You can keep quite to a certain point in life
then she explodes, and it's not very nice.
The closeness that you knew seems to be
Fading away -and with you she doesn't want to stay
That is when you realize that your fires have to be rekindled
No ashes will you see - for this love will not be a faded love
In the books of history.
We then reaffirmed it in our minds
That this love would last for a very long time
And when our bodies became entwined
It was like sharing a bottle of wine.
We savored the juices as they flowed
For we had become connoisseurs
this much we know.
I started to smell the flowers as I did
In my younger years, as for losing my wife
I no longer have that fear.
SLOW DOWN AND SMELL THE FLOWERS!
poem by Louis Rams
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And You're Loved
The smell of the love is in the air
The smell of the love covered everywhere
How It's alike with smell of the colorful magnificent flowers at the spring time
When the green covers everywhere
Even the souls wears green peace
Inspite of all the wars and the fights
Inspite of the cruelly of the humanity's
Still the angels of the love soaring at the sky promising to those with sweet hearts A joyful life
Alas what a shame my brother man
While you're given the chance to love, to forgive, and to give
How can you beat destroy and kill your brother man
Alas my fellow man how can you cause all these pain to your brother man Alas what a shame
Choose the love wherefore you'll arrive with the fight
The love appears to those who have the pure spirit innocence of desires
Those who has the ability to forgive can find the real love
Yet the ability to love is an art
It's a gift from the God
Your world is surrounded with love all around
Catch it as long as you've the chance
God above has gave you the life full of love
It's your choice to keep the love of the people your around
And build for them a home in your heart
It's just your choice to choose to hate or to love
Choose the forgiveness and you'll find the the rest, the peace of the soul
You'll be able to hug the real Love
To love means to forgive
Oh how much you are strange and unfair my fellow man
How do you want the God above to forgive all your sin
When you as the creation of the God are unable to forgive
The little bit fault of your friend
Love and forgive and desire the best to your fellow man
Without the mercy of the love
No one will ever find the peace and joyful life
Only thing that has the ability to complete the emptiness that Stearns within us is the love and just the love
When you can love boundless your fellow man disregarding all the differences and discrimination
When you're ready to love people like the God loves us
When you still can feel the others ache as it's yours
When you can give all the wealth you possess to save someone's life
When with honesty is purified your words
And your steps are strong and your roads are straight
You deserve the paradise of the skies
That's it my friend you are already loved and beloved..
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Ode to Friendship
This is a special ode to friendship
whispers of urgent telegraphic message
running through the membership
dormant friends given the delet passage
lack the ethos of apt consistency
a few real friends are always contributing
their smiles interest the tendency
not shaky, not silent but always inviting
why do you see my COF and whistle
“Boy! Nice pretty chicks you got smiling there
his only chick slept and on a trestle
I smiled at him, “these are real cool friends here
I trim, water them, always nurture
I must only plant a few flowers I well care for
so that their fresh smells give pleasure
he wept “yours smell sweet, mine like camphor
stop crying Boy! Go back to your garden
trim your flowers, reduce their size take just a few
nurture them well your heart must gladden
to see them flourish well and smell sweet in the dew
the lovely flowers in my COF you do envy
I always pray for, care for, feel for, water with love
tender devotion makes the task less heavy
the gentle breeze cools, so is the smiling sun above
poem by Dela Bobobee
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The Smell Of The Wind
the smell of the wind
consoled some of the tears in my eyes
the smell of the wind
softened some of the pain in my heart
the smell of the wind
lifted my mood by an inche
the smell of the wind
it did something to me
poem by by unknown author
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At The Cemetery
last Friday
i went to the cemetery
i like the silence of the place
the trimmed grass
and the tiled mausoleums
the air is warm on this cemented
territory
this silent city
this paradise of mutes and
rested souls
i like the creeping vines with white flowers
and reddish center
i envy the stones and the pebbles
i appreciate the grills and the shiny
engravings
metallic dates of death and birth
and the last epitaphs of the
beloved
but like you
i do not wish to stay that longer
it is not my time yet
as i still have other places to go
the noisy ones
the intriguing places of the heart
those where we lose ourselves
and wish sometimes
that homes be not that far away
that lights in the living room and the kitchen
still function well
the odor of the fried bananas
the aroma of coffee
the smoke from their tobacco pipes
the smell of perfume on slender necks
the silk in their gowns
the colors of their eye shades
the movement of their hands
the activity of our worlds
on their orbits our bodies as planets
in our living universe.
we offer flowers for the dead
we wish them luck too
and we keep on moving somewhere
not losing hope
keeping the grip for life
whatever that be.
the marital bed of course
keeps the central point of this existence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Just Wanna Be Happy
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I'm dancin' and#8216;cause I feel good inside
I got the feelin' that money just can't buy
I may be dreaming or is it my reality
I'm a believer and believe I'm free
I can be happy because I want to be
don't need nobody to say what's right or wrong for me
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I'm moving to where I wanna go
feelin' the rhythm lettin' my body flow
made a decision to control my destiny
don't wanna sit back watchin' life pass by me
I wanna get up you know I gotta fly
won't ever give up until I'm happy joyous and free
I wanna midnight rendezvous
I wanna give my love to you
I wanna make my dreams come true
I just wanna be happy
I wanna dance the whole night through
I wanna smell the flowers too
I wanna feel like lovers do
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy joyous and free
happy
song performed by by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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Poem For Raki (raki Is Turkish Brandy)
thanks GOD
rage and vengeance never conqured me
ı have never thought of being a governor
or a dı plomat
ı have never..never run after elections
this is the world
some goes after his lusts
some struggles for his lı vı ng and to live
but drinking rakı
is another..another world
for comfort yourself
you fill the mug or the little glass of something
and begin to ponder and think
you eat also something
bur rakı does not eat with you
never says do not talk
and do not laugh
but always rakı says the last word
and decides the last decision
if it wants it kills you
if it wants to make you laugh you laugh
if it wants
it darkends or illimunates your inside
if rakı wants
rakı conforts you all
but never the less
it comforts and binds you with a feable decaying rope
some time later
the harsh reality comes in front of you
all your hopes and fancies vanish
and say once a time upon
and the decaying rope splits up in two
you come again
face to face with the harsh reality
Ali TURK KESKIN..translatı on Metin Ş AHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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