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.
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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.
Day and Night
To mourn the death of yesterday is vile,
To see the day turn into night may see
Why roses have their quality so free
Of nature’s weeping and very aisle.
The death of day comes foremost to beguile,
As to beguile means always the genie
Has come to offer you his brewery,
A mix of wishes to be that servile.
To be that quick, a wish is granted right,
The night has spoken right and now justice,
The need for nights is huge, enlightenment!
The day dissolves to leave the wishful night,
A beautiful delight, quite enormous,
Due justly to my wish so imminent.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Andromeda
The smooth-worn coin and threadbare classic phrase
Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth,
Beguile me not as in the olden days:
I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth.
Andromeda, in fetters by the sea,
Star-pale with anguish till young Perseus came,
Less moves me with her suffering than she,
The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame,
That nightly haunts the park, there, like a shade,
Trailing her wretchedness from street to street.
See where she passes -- neither wife nor maid;
How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet!
Here is woe's self, and not the mask of woe:
A legend's shadow shall not move you so!
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Liberty is the most jealous and exacting mistress that can beguile the soul and brain of man.
quote by Clarence Darrow
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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.
Ye'll beguile nane but them that lippens to you.
I am not merry; but I do beguile the thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
William Shakespeare in Othello
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Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.
Your gilded tethers
Spangling lasso of friendship
Beguile the gallows
haiku by Norman Santos
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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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A Lover's Lullaby
SING lullaby, as women do,
Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
And lullaby can I sing too,
As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child;
And if I be not much beguiled,
Full many a wanton babe have I,
Which must be still'd with lullaby.
First lullaby my youthful years,
It is now time to go to bed:
For crooked age and hoary hairs
Have won the haven within my head.
With lullaby, then, youth be still;
With lullaby content thy will;
Since courage quails and comes behind,
Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind!
Next lullaby my gazing eyes,
Which wonted were to glance apace;
For every glass may now suffice
To show the furrows in thy face.
With lullaby then wink awhile;
With lullaby your looks beguile;
Let no fair face, nor beauty bright,
Entice you eft with vain delight.
And lullaby my wanton will;
Let reason's rule now reign thy thought;
Since all too late I find by skill
How dear I have thy fancies bought;
With lullaby now take thine ease,
With lullaby thy doubts appease;
For trust to this, if thou be still,
My body shall obey thy will.
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
My will, my ware, and all that was:
I can no more delays devise;
But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
With lullaby now take your leave;
With lullaby your dreams deceive;
And when you rise with waking eye,
Remember then this lullaby.
poem by George Gascoigne
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Your Eyes
Your eyes
beguile
me,
leading
to
false
illusions.
A fantasy
unveiled,
silently
whispering
their
secrets.
Twinkling
like stars
in the
heavens.
Suggesting
playful
g ames
full of
hidden
mischief.
Holding
me
c aptive
still
haunt me
in my
dreams.
poem by Heather Burns
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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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A gracious silhouette on the path of light
A gracious silhouette on the path of light
She was a phantom of delight
when she first gleamed upon my sight
A lovely apparition, upon the earth, sent
to be the world's ornaments
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair
Like the golden dusk her glided hair
But all things else about her said or drawn
are as the joy of emerged from dawn
A dancing spirit, a wanton shape, an image glee and gay
to haunt, to startle and beguile as a piercing ray
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Gascoigne's Lullaby
1 Sing lullaby, as women do,
2 Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
3 And lullaby can I sing to,
4 As womanly as can the best.
5 With lullaby they still the child,
6 And if I be not much beguil'd,
7 Full many wanton babes have I,
8 Which must be still'd with lullaby.
9 First, lullaby my youthful years,
10 It is now time to go to bed;
11 For crooked age and hoary hairs
12 Have won the haven within my head.
13 With lullaby, then, youth be still,
14 With lullaby, content thy will,
15 Since courage quails and comes behind,
16 Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind.
17 Next, lullaby my gazing eyes,
18 Which wonted were to glance apace;
19 For every glass may now suffice
20 To show the furrows in my face.
21 With lullaby, then, wink awhile,
22 With lullaby, your looks beguile,
23 Let no fair face nor beauty bright
24 Entice you eft with vain delight.
25 And lullaby my wanton will,
26 Let reason's rule now reign thy thought,
27 Since all too late I find by skill
28 How dear I have thy fancies bought.
29 With lullaby, now take thine ease,
30 With lullaby, thy doubts appease,
31 For trust to this, if thou be still,
32 My body shall obey thy will.
33 Eke, lullaby my loving boy,
34 My little Robin, take thy rest;
35 Since age is cold and nothing coy,
36 Keep close thy coin, for so is best.
37 With lullaby, be thou content,
38 With lullaby, thy lusts relent,
39 Let others pay which have mo pence,
40 Thou art too poor for such expense.
41 Thus lullaby, my youth, mine eyes,
42 My will, my ware, and all that was!
43 I can no mo delays devise,
44 But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
45 With lullaby, now take your leave,
46 With lullaby, your dreams deceive,
47 And when you rise with waking eye,
48 Remember Gascoigne's lullaby.
poem by George Gascoigne
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No End Of Hunger
Amorous beauties
beguile the hearts of the boys.
Crocodile tears shed for flimsy reasons.
Deceive and lure them for the bliss of flesh.
Hunger in heart ceases and of the stomach starts.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Lois And Luke
Two arms to wrap around them,
A hand to wipe a tear,
These little ones are part of me,
Of that, it's pretty clear.
Their faces light up when we meet,
Raised up for me to kiss,
And shining bright, four eyes of blue,
Fill me with utter bliss.
She chatters out her latest news,
Pride written in her smile,
He's only very little yet,
But he knows how to beguile.
I feel a joining of my soul
With them, we have such fun,
It's lovely to hear my name ring out,
And one Granny's heart is won.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I Opened A Door
I opened a door
To let you in
Just maybe we could default
And start all over again
But all I can see
Is nothing to me
Nor is there ever
A sound
So I am left
with the choices I made
And I think I myself
The one that's been misled
Foolish pride and utter contempt
So was all the while I beguile
Your greatest sin was to think
that there was truth behind my smile
Every sunrise brings new light
Each moment a truth grows strong
When in fact, turn, reach back
Only to see that you are gone
poem by Midnights Voice
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The Thing Called 'Love
It can make you feel sad sometimes
At other times happiness it will beguile
It can sometimes taste like sugar
But sometimes it is like alkaloid and bitter
It can sometimes be the drug to heal your wounds
But on some occasions will be your tomb
You can't touch it yet it is there
Hiding inside your body but know not where
That thing is called 'love' as we all know
Does it really originate from the Cupid's bow?
poem by Henry Chen
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