To a great lady
I yearn to show you, praise you, to the world -
-and straightway hear you: 'Inappropriate...';
said with firm authority, and yet
said kindly, smiling, thoughtful; as if part
of some continued talk about the truth;
and as I, listening, look at you, I catch
in that sharp-seeing eye, the spark of joy;
and at the corners of your mouth, the twitch
of heavenly laughter at the comedy -
the serious humour - of our earthly wealth;
Shakespeare knew your sort: a golden girl
who brings to men and women their true self.
The more we loved the beauty of your mind,
the more that presence ever now we find
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Laughter
Laughter is a unique quality endowed to mankind;
It is completely denied to the animal mind.
When humour is dwelt upon and reared,
There emanates laughter and is shared.
Roaring laughter is contagious,
And humour is surely infectious.
Laughter escalates hilarity and happiness,
And humour diminishes weariness.
One can laugh at a joke, ridiculous,
And can scoff at another one, meticulous.
One needs to be like a child, so jolly,
Egoless and innocent to laugh so merrily.
Laughter requires a bit of intelligence,
As well as presence of mind and good sense.
Benefits of laughter are numerous,
It bestows a wealth of health on us.
Laughter boosts the immunity system,
And lowers the stress hormone item.
With laughter the whole body is relaxed,
And gnawing pain for a time is axed.
Laughter prevents even the heart disease,
And a sorrowful mood is made to ease.
With a chuckle feel-good endorphins are released,
And with a peal of laughter one is pleased.
Laughter adds joy and zest to life,
And eases anxiety, fear and strife.
Laughter helps conflicts to diffuse,
And mirth in one it does suffuse.
Laughter is a resource for problem surmounting,
And has the power for good relationship enhancing.
Humour lightens one's burdens;
Inspires hope and the outlook broadens.
So let us enjoy humour and guffaw heartily,
And let us blend laughter into our lives verily.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Come Talk With Me
Come talk with me of many a thing,
Of autumn hues, and the buds of spring,
Of cloudy skies and the sunshine's beams,
The sharp reality, and the gentle dreams.
Come talk with me of joyful times,
Of fun and laughter and pantomimes,
Of life's sweet pleasures, delights and thrills,
But not of sadness or our earthly ills.
Come talk with me of love and bliss,
Of how we felt on our first kiss,
Of when we two became as one,
And our life together became fine-spun.
Come talk with me of everything,
Of bees and birds upon the wing,
Of nature's rare beauty all around,
Things that can so, the mind, astound.
Come talk with me, converse a while,
Of precious thoughts that raise a smile,
Of remembering something that is really true,
That you're here for me and I'm here for you.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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This Girl
I want so badly to be part of her world.
She's more precious than an ocean pearl.
I wish I could tell her how I feel.
I wish I could really let her know the deal.
If only we had the time to chill.
Where did this girl come from.
And they say nothing good is at fort drum.
If they dont see what Im seeing then they're just dumb.
What is it about this girl.
Is it her smile thats so cencer and loud.
Is it her talk or the attitude in her walk.
A girl like this is hard to find.
You could still she her beauty if you were blind.
Man this girl really blows my mind.
I wanna make this girl mine.
This girl leaves me guessin.
I feel like this girl is a blessin.
So badly I want her to be part of my world.
Yet Im still asking why This Girl.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Steadfast Anchor
Yesterday, today and forever;
I am the great shepherd of the sheep;
But with that which is well pleasing to beautiful minds.
The ultimate result is what you need and,
I am here to entertain strangers;
Like the earth which drinks in the rain.
The nuclear war is at hand but my mind will still write,
For the lampstand on the table needs the showbread.
Yesterday was accordind to the first veil,
And today is with the ways of the second veil;
But the future which is forever is made according to the pattern.
Blessing and cursing comes from the same mouth,
But the inner part of my love is like the steadfast anchor;
And like the oldman and the 16-year-old girl,
The golden pot of love is like the earthly things.
Life is like an oldwoman with a 14-year-old boy,
But to him who is perfected will always seek the truth;
Earthly and heavenly things,
The likeness of Melchizedek with the praises of love;
But do come into the world with the due of the steadfast anchor.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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True Beauty
When a pretty girl walks down the street,
All the people want to meet.
This girl with slim hips and golden hair,
This girl that everybody wants to stare.
But I sit and ask myself, what is beauty?
Is true beauty not found in stealth?
Because this golden girl has no manners,
When she curses she never stammers.
The golden girl, who at the flick of her hand,
Would make sure all knew where they stand.
Yet when I came across a shy lady,
Who seemed a tad too shady;
She politely said hello and smiled keen,
And was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
poem by Lenore Lee
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Building A House Of Prayer (1)
We need a house God’s praise to sing
A house in which to pray
A house to glorify our King
And serve in truth each day
Before our house we start to build
We must provide for man
Forms and documents must be filled
Consent and building plan
So much red tape must first be cut
Obstructions here and there
The lion’s mouth we need to shut
And God is everywhere
The world machine has need of oil
This truth we all must learn
Before we put a spade to soil
Money’s a grave concern
Lets give to God a willing heart
Not just with praise and prayer
From earthly wealth lets give a part
And show how much we care
Lets lend the plough a willing hand
Lets make His Son our choice
Through bricks, mortar, timber and sand
Lets raise in joy our voice
For Satan hates a house of prayer
Detests a house of praise
He’ll try to hinder everywhere
And stop each wall we raise
But God gives things that cannot fade
In hands of flesh and bone
When foundations in truth are laid
With Christ as Corner Stone…P.T.O
poem by Michael P. Johnson
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The Impossible
Have you ever felt so alone,
Where you would do anything just to hear his voice,
And that one touch keeps you alive once again,
Ever stayed up for hours just to talk to him and only him?
Felt like he deserve better,
Even though he's telling you the samething just reversed,
Have you ever felt that love spark piercing through his lips just to meet yours,
Have you ever been so in loved that you felt like you could die,
Yes, I've felt all of those,
But the truth is...
There's always something more then that...
Has he ever said I love you BUT actually meant it?
Have you ever caught him in a lie,
Then he always seems to have an excuse for it?
Ever seen him looking at another girl?
And you wish you could be the ONLY girl in his eyes and mind,
But that's just impossible...right?
Us girls..we just want that one thing,
Though we never seem to find it.
Why? I ask myself that everyday.
I can only hope this could change for all of us.
By; Brandi Dybala *3/14/11*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Kept Medicated
No...
They don't want to hear it.
Because it is not what they wish to hear.
It has nothing to do with truth!
It is who speaks it...
And the edge it brings those listening.
No matter if it benefits,
The truth unsolicited...
Has disturbing affects.
Stiffened necks...
Produces cold shoulders.
Truth is not respected!
And perhaps that is why traps,
Catch those avoiding it.
With sore muscles and bad backs!
And those that do find themselves pinned,
Locked in and suffering...
Are heard screaming the loudest!
They prefer to be kept medicated.
And at all cost they do it.
Just to keep truth...
From screwing up their deluded lives!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hippie Girl (full Song)
whe you express your mind
youre so smart and kind
i dont know any line
when im next to you all i can say is i feel fine
when you are with me
i hope you never leave me
because ill never find someone like you
that likes all the things that i do
youre the only one who thinks like me
and i will always try to agree
you know i need you and you need me
hippie girl ill find you
hippie girl i really need you
i need to talk about love peace and war
i need to talk to you and also see you more
hippie girl i look for you
hippie girl i really need you
i need to talk to you about music and poetry
i need you youre the only one that understands me
hippie girl noone like you
hippie girl always so true
hippie girl ideas so new
hippie girl hear so tru
ill listen to you and always be missing you
ill find you and never leave you
poem by Gabriel Martinez
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A Platonic Reminiscence of a Great Lady
Someone mentioned your name yesterday
and I was silent
You loved goodness, you were goodness,
and I think goodness must have
loved you; and we,
we loved you for your goodness
You loved truth, spoke truth,
and surely the truth
loved you for loving it; and how
we loved to hear you
speaking truth
You loved beauty in
so many ways that beauty
blessed you: in movement,
in actions, in thought, in words and yes
the beauty of goodness and
the beauty of truth shone from you –
how could we not love you
beyond you?
How often in this poem to you
the word love appears
as it did
in you
poem by Michael Shepherd
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At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a repressive, so that if comedy is to function in some way as a safety release then it must obviously deal with these taboo areas. This is part of the responsibility we accord our licensed jesters, that nothing be excused the searching light of comedy. If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value, and conversely all groups who claim immunity from laughter are claiming special privileges which should not be granted.
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU.....by Talile Ali
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I TREATED U LIKE I WAS YOUR PRISONER
I TREATED YOU LIKE YOU WEREN'T MY FRIEND
I TREATED YOU SO CRUEL AND INHUMAN
I'M GLAD THIS TRAGEDY HAD TO END
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I NEVER EVER WANTED TO HARM YOU
I NEVER THOUGHT OF ME AS A SCARE
BUT BABE IM IN YOUR EYES I SEE TRUTH THERE
I SEE THAT I AM A GRIZZLY BEAR
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I WISH I COULD HAVE LOVED YOU BETTER
I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE LOVED YOU I SWEAR
BUT I WAS SO CONFUSED AND SCARED BABY
I COULD SEE HOW YOU NEEDED ME THERE
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU, GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU, GIRL
I DON'T SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU
poem by Talile Ali
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4 Year Girl
A four year girl i knew
This thing we had of truth
Somehow our spirits where alike
Much had we weathered for each other
The four year girl i knew
Could turn your eye if she smiled
Oh how i loved that girl
When she liked smiling at me
A four year girl i knew
Showed me who she was
Did it hurt you like it hurt me
The trust laid just as deep as the lies?
The four year girl i knew
How could i have been so naive
How could she have fooled everybody
Without telling one lie
A four year girl i knew
I spent four years falling for
And in four days lost the girl
And walked away with a heart
Screaming with pain (for)
The four year girl i knew
Why cant my heart bare the change
Of four years in four days
poem by David Bodnar
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The Sound Of Laughter
The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
Than laughter there is no more happy feeling laugh and the World laughs with you seems so true
But if you feel sad and for yourself feeling sorry the saddest person in the World is you
Even your friends would rather not be with you if they see you as one who worship gloom
The happy people attract people to them and in their presence happiness does bloom,
The sound of laughter sends out laughter ripples it is a sound one always loves to hear
And laughter it gives rise to smiling faces and never fails to fill the cup of cheer
The sad one who feels comfort in self pity is the one others do not wish to know
But if you are one who laughs away your worries your friends in numbers seem to grow and grow
And who could not but love the sound of laughter to it there always is a joyful ring
It seems to send happiness out in ripples it is a joyful and infectious thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Absurd Burlesque
You were fined a large amount for stopping
in front of the office, I commiserated with
your bad luck - that made you angry, oh
well, the worst of the allergy is over, the
pain in my head ever so much less
The momentary hurt of your callous reaction
to my words did not leave a dent, we shall get
along famously as long as I remember not to
offer the unwanted gift of my presence, seek
joie de vivre on my own
Finish reading Agatha Christie, watching Big
Bang Theory on TV, safely ensconced in my
own mind, lifting off from reality rejecting my
presence - I talk to the wind and the stars
when opening my mouth
My black humour remarks came true when my
colleagues got up and left when I arrived, proof
my absurd burlesque was founded in truth, the
realisation did not soothe - but now I'm all-right
after one mega coffee
I got through the day, as soon as my mind is
strong again I can fly away…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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I Sort Beauty, Until I Found Her
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she looked at me
True beauty is in her eyes
Her eyes melted my heart
Oh.. how she made my heart settle
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she was herself to me
True beauty means no pretence
Her natural self made me see beauty in her
Oh.. how she exposed a beautiful heart
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she accepted me
True beauty means true love
Her acts of love made me see love in her
Oh.. how she proved a lovely companion
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she talked about our future
True beauty means graceful talk
Her character showed a lady of grace
Oh.. how she'll be my child's graceful mother
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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eight Sisters
--EIGHT SISTERS--
When I was very little
And Mama's sisters gathered round
All the serious talk would go
As joyous laughter would resound.
With every woman talking
Loud laughter would erupt....
All the men would run for quiet
When their ears had had enough.
I'm not sure where it came from
For their parents, I didn't know,
But I was very happy
With their joyous laughter show.
And now those laughs are quiet
As all eight sisters now have passed,
But I bet God was really smiling
As He waited upon the last.
Because their joyous laughter
Brings smiles to all who hear,
And I know, up there in Heaven....
They are thought of very dear.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
6-1-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Let Them All Talk
Hear what I say
See what I do
Believe me now Im all over you
All over you
I know a place
A certain very tender spot
To have and to hold
To have and have not
Listening to the sad song that the radio plays
Have we come this fa-fa-fa to find a soul cliche
Let them talk
Let them talk
Let them all talk
Oh yeah were killing time
Just to keep you clocking on
These are the best years of your life
Now theyre here and gone
Do the world a service
And you could do yourself a favour
Whose tongue now is tasting last weeks flavour
Our day will come
When you have squandered all your youth
To have and to hold
A stranger to the truth
Listening to the sad song that the radio plays
Have we come this fa-fa-fa to find a soul cliche
Let them talk
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Because Im a Girl
Hold me as flowers from spring
Try to listen what my heart says
sing to me the songs of the stars.
Just like a song here in my heart
because I am a girl hard to understand
Talked to me with all sweetness
and brings all of your kindness.
For all the truth that never changes
For all the love that never been faded
Because I’m a girl to be love in return
Cheer me up when I am broken
Make me laugh when I feel down
Wipe my tears as the tears subside.
Hold my hand and I will feel fine
Because I’m a girl with a fragile heart
When all my dreams are faded
Show to me the beauty of the world
Brings to me the happiness I can’t find
And comfort me through all my madness
Because I’m a girl to love is everything…..
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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To A Love Poem You Twitch Your Face
This time,
As a critique of a love poem you
Read my lines and twitch your face
You cannot believe
What I write
that I for once was true
That I can now be true to you
For once I make this plea
Dust off the fleas
Of sin and prejudice
It is me, I once loved you,
And you knew
It was true but you never believed it,
it is me now, ready to love you again
My love,
Love changes everything
And that does not exclude me,
Do stamp your feet now
Crush all those fleas
And do not twitch your face,
hear me, strike me, i deserve
the punishment
having left you
long time ago
This is me
Ready to love you again, this is my plea.
please listen, spare, speak to me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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