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Whose tears?

I don’t cry. Not
floods of tears cry.
The eyes moisten, but,
It’s the rest of it…:
the chest heaves unsuppressibly, as if
it would leap out from the body's confines...
it’s all beyond control;
‘sob’ isn’t the right word
because it’s all silent.

It never used to be like this;
now – well, I’m too embarrassed
to tell you everything
that sets it off.. just think ‘sentimental’…
except that it’s quite without those personal thoughts
like, what a cute puppy,
I can feel for her,
how I’d be proud to be him right now…

athletes of any sport or any nation
ascending the podium while
their strange national anthem plays…
and it’s a sure bet;

anyone who fulfils themselves,
achieves something which
makes them clearly proud…

triumph over adversity, over handicap;
the Paralympics - have you noticed,
they're the most quietly satisfied of winners?

the shining eye of
someone who's given from the heart...
or someone who's received that gift...

sometimes the perfection of
a sung phrase, its subtle timing,
the emotion kernelled in a single note…

the first notes of those hymns they sing
when heroes finally are laid to rest…

or a convincing love story –
no, I won’t give you the names –

or a moment of some unexpected truth
which speaks of something far beyond…

even a silence, an unfocussed presence
that holds some revelation yet
unformulated; only recognised..

I have this strange, beloved stranger
in my shaking chest,

a law unto itself, which doesn’t
ask for my consent before
the convulsions start…

in a way, it’s quite reassuring:
something within me, announcing
its independent life;

something capable of being stirred;
and when it stops its heaving,
here’s the best part: then, it’s gone –
no thought to smear the mind,
no mood to coddle or indulge..
it came; it went; so pure, so clean;

best to give it no attention,
let it live its life without my interference;
it’s asking nothing of me but
to love its freedom; watch it be itself.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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0194 At last

At last I’m old enough

old enough not to be
embarrassed when
it happens

it can be when
some athlete stands
and mouths the words of
their national anthem
as the flag waves

or a young musician
makes their first, fresh
debut playing some
often played classic
as if it had never
been played before

or a cloud passes and
the sunlight reaches into
the room and says
look at this crystal vase,
look at this flower
look at this dewdrop

or someone who was anyone
a moment ago
smiles

oh so many so little big things and
my chest heaves, shudders,
and my heart not my eyes
is shaking with tears which
cannot be explained but
only recognised for
whence they come
beyond tears

at last I’m old enough
not to be embarrassed
by this joy
though
I make the excuse
to go into another room
in case

poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Blacktop Romance

Oh no,
I've gotta tell you how I feel right now,
Kept it bottled up for so long,
Gotta tell you before I go insane,
Can't go to my room and cry now!
You're right infront of me staring into my eyes,
I'm gazing back cos I don't know what to say

I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance

Oh no,
I've just gotta tell you but I acn't,
You'll only say no so what's the point?
I'll cry with the geeks and dive into darkness,
Where the vampires can't hurt us,
I'll build your crypt where we can stay,
Together forever in each others arms

I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance

Oh no,
I'm falling down again, down to my grave,
Blood rains down on my face as I cry,
But I keep singing the words 'I love you',
That keeps me alive in this cruel world we live,
The notion that you might say yes and love me,
We'll cover our necks and live the rest of our lives together

I just can't say it to you,
I need to get this shit off my chest,
All I need to say is 'I love you' and thats done,
But it's all puppy love in this blacktop romance

Oh no,
I said it to your face finally,
Waiting for you to say no and slap me,
But you just stand there gazing into my eyes,
Heaven's gazing on our moment together,
Hoping for a good answer whatever it may be,
And you said those four magic words 'I love you too'

I just can't say it too you but I did,
I really needed to get this shit off my chest,
I said 'I love you' and you said 'I love you too'
So it aint just puppy love in this blacktop romance

poem by Callum Byrne
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A Patriot

I do not wear a uniform
Nor a helmet on my head
I never carry a weapon
Or have seen my brothers bled.
I never stand at attention
Nor have I marched in line
I never fought for freedom
As what I own is already mine.
I do not salute any man
I humble down only to GOD
So I walk my own separate path
Whether at home or even abroad.
I wear no stripes upon my arms
There are no medals upon my chest
As I am just a civilian
Nothing more, and nothing less.
I know my national anthem
Whenever it is spoken or even sung
And tears still come unto my eyes
As proudly my head is hung.
Inside my soul their is a torch
I will be a patriot until the day I die
And I too will walk those proud lines
While still with pride for my flag I will cry.
I have never fought in a war
But I have passed our soldiers graves
I give thanks to the country that I live in
And to those soldiers, I give my praise.

poem by Randy McClave
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Which Comes First

when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?

my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.

when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.

so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.

i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.

these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.

'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.

I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.

poem by Louis Rams
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Strange laughter

Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes
The tear is also strange
Burn my eyes and ignite the fire inside me
My soul is at war with my body
She want freedom
And my body is asked her to stay
My heart is conversing with the other
Where is my love? Where are you?
Questions like a bullets through my chest
A time is come and it's separation
I still laugh
Strange laughter brings tears to my eyes

poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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An Independent Woman

an independent woman had taken so much lust inside her breast
she was filled and then bored and decided to throw
all her hormones away

thinking that now

it is time for love, surfing and searching, what love is in the person
not the body that she sees everyday
it must be someone
different from the rest, the one that comes with gentleness like a dropp of
water on her cheek and falls down slowly along the lines of her nose
into her lips and seeps down
to her tongue
and slides
in her throat, perhaps something melodramatic, someone who likes to listen
about her life story, gives her time and attention, and shares her vision
of life
& death

& rebellion

she is looking for love, a conversation, she is looking for one who can hold
her hands and feel her head falling on his chest

this independent woman now believes in casing, in caging, in marriage,
in bowing, in enslavement,
because the man who loves her demands just that
testing her
taming her, the shrew, the wild bird, and if she starts learning these tricks,
who knows,
she may finally find the man who shall love her forever

and when they get old, they watch tv, and they stay together as two
faithful shadows in a mirage

(she may not like it, but if she needs love, she may finally learn
what is this marriage all about)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0011 Chet Baker Sings and Plays: a homage

That’s the word we use
for the abrupt suddenness
of the old rubber-squeezed car horn
on the outside, by the driving seat
of the old battered Ford

and unforgettably for the anguished heart,
the bugle on the battlefield
as stretcher-bearers move in gathering dusk,
the final drawn-out, liquid, haunting pa-a-a-rp.... dies away
to pregnant, bloody silence;
death after life; life after death.

and then the sound of the civilian trumpet
in the days of the uneasy, hopeful postwar peace
hitting our eardrums, calling to attention,
stirring our blood
or perversely,
making the silence in between the notes
more silent, more laid back, more significant,
as if to say, how quickly
rest may follow action, action rest,
hot, cool; cool, hot;

So trumpet can be voice; voice, trumpet;
behind them, heart and mind, and mood and mode
sing, even whisper, you’re unforgettable,
that’s what you are; there will never be
another you; that’s how it is;
if you don’t know what love is,
I’ll play it to you; maybe sing..

his husky, boyish voice,
a hint of Oklahoma on Pacific shores,
sang – sings – the standards tenderly
as if they are the given texts for all mankind
of this new day of love; they apply
to him, and you; and everyone; so
he makes no pretence he thought them first; .
yet, in the long pauses in his singing, he's thinking them into now.

then as the line’s still finishing, his trumpet
turns the words to comment, as the cage is opened,
the bird flies out and up, released to joy
in boundless air and space;

as if it were outside the soundproofed recording studio
but recognised the song; and knew itself as free,
soaring high in sad songs or in glad songs,
knowing them the same at heart,
as a trumpet soars its notes
out over the Pacific air as gulls call to the waves,
singing liberty, equality, fraternity -
I’m telling you what love is

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Animal

I look out over this dusty ridge ~~ I look around me and wonder why I am alone all the time ~~ Even though I know I am not ~~ Wondering why I feel this way ~~ I feel as if a animal is tearing me apart on the inside ~~ I want to say something about the feeling of claws ripping though my chest ~~ I feel the wind pick up ~~ I notice the clouds ~~ I want the hurt in my chest to stop ~~ I look down into the valley of this place ~~ Knowing I am so far up, making the trees look like ants ~~ It starts to rain, as it rains I start to cry ~~ All I want to know is what happened ~~ Why won’t you let me know you after all this ~~I am soaked to the bone ~~ It is a cool rain ~~ The animal is still clawing me apart on the inside ~~ I tell myself that I can do something about it ~~ The more I start to realize what I can do to fix this ~~ The more the hurt stops, the animal stops for now ~~ My knee’s fall to the ground with a heavy thud ~~ The animal starts to pace ~~ I see the mixture of rain and mud clouds from it ~~ Then as more happens, as I try to fix it ~~ All it does is make the animal return ~~ The memories return ~~ My heart starts racing ~~ The animal is more fierce then before ~~ The hurt returns, along with all the heart ache ~~ The rest of my body grows weak as it start’s clawing in my chest ~~ My body falls the rest of the way to the ground with another heavy thud ~~More mud and dust clouds raise up ~~ The animal claws are like razors in my chest ~~ My face is now laying upon the mixture of mud and dust ~~ My limbs go numb ~~ I can hear the animal’s roaring in my ears ~~ I can feel my eyes slip shut ~~ I can’t see anything but black ~~ I know it won’t be long before I let the animal have it’s way ~~ All I wanted to do is know you ~~ I can feel the animal starting at my heart ~~ The animal starts to clam as I take my last breath of life ~~ Then I know is it all over, and I’m gone ~~ There is finally peace ~~

poem by Marla Smith
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Heart Can Sing The Song of Soul

' Well, Look into heart!

Well! beautiful melodies are sung in there
different musical instruments play there
within one's heart.
Several songs of strange lyrics

Some play in high and good and long sighs
good rain of musical notes that wet eyes,
some with tears of pain
some with tears of
overwhelming joy and Some take to ecstasy..

More and more we live, more and more wells that filled
Wells that can give ample of
Fresh juice of love

Mind gets quenched and happiness filled
And love is that note fills rainbow of life with many colours

Blood that come to that heart purified
Blood flows like honey in body and brain

Some of the perishables are
Dried and stuffed
That shines with eternal light
love that shines in one heart
can brighten the world

Some of the rivers dry up
Hearts of some get
dried or mud filled,
Others are far too fast in flow for that happen.
They flow that divine love
Rolling the rocks

In one rain of love, river gets flooded
Eroding the earth, sorrowing the rocks
They flow to ocean taking all that sand and silt!

You have to just take a few precious cups of water,
That 'love' is literally something of yourself, something that can make you immortal
And some know this well
They understand this well.

They find only mines of gold and diamond,
When some drops of love
Spill,
And it can solidify into precious stones of different colors a, shape and size..

It can grow as shining tough as a diamond
And cut through that secret of life and death,
cutting that hard rock cover that tunnel
Your taken to the eternal beloved,
Love is that spacecraft takes one to heaven

If it is lost, they way to the pathless land
Your love is that faith that takes that truth
Where falcon of death hunts the faithless stand!

Should never heart be offered to the mouth of a canine or cannibal,
Only can be useful and fruitful
when overflowing love flows like Nile
Life saving and life giving river feeding all
Like Ganges, washing allies of all!

Strange love,
Only to someone
Who has the valor
and courage
To cut pieces of their soul off
with a knife of knowledge
Then weave them into a shawl with loom of love
To protect you for cold and rain, thunders and lightning in life.
Because know for sure the
droplets love spilt
Solidify as gems.
And the single dropp that remain
in pot'of love sufficient to fill all unfilled wells

There are different music play within us.
Some fill heart with each good note,
Others are far, far too melodious
That can only fill heart and soul
For that can bring rain,
To flood river of life,
but a single dropp of that love
can fill all hearts.'

Beautiful are people who sing that song of the SOUL!
Their heart can take them to their beloved,
They fill the heart of them and others to show the eternal beloved!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A weight carried

I carry a weight in my chest
A sorrow all of my own
It is to the love forlorn
The chanceless regret
The love I once sought
I did not fight to keep
Now I fall as a shadow
A poor imitation of me
And in my thoughts it remains
Every lost wanton care
It is my burden my weight
Hung upon my heart
My life’s regret
I lost my way somehow
Forgot what I was meant to say
Now in silence I brood
Over a thought and a love
Both full sorrowful
It is a weight within my chest
I ask no pray or wish for love
That I may finally rest

poem by Matthew Holloway
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My Little Is Gone (But Not Forgotten)

I walked the line of self-destruction,
and self-mutilation,
my insanity was legendary,
and my madness took over my body and soul,

and than you walked into my life,
with a bright little smile,
and so curious,
you loved every minute of your life,
your friends,
your school,
and your teachers,

but know I look at the empty chair,
and I wonder what could have been,
what kind of life that you could of had,
if you hadn't felt the way that you did,

Chorus: My Little Girl IS Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten

Me you and your mother,
spent each day living life to the fullest,
unaware of the demons in your pretty little skull,
unaware of the hate that you had for this world,
the hate that you had for yourself,

that was destroying your mind,
body spirit and soul,
and destroying the love that you had for us,
I couldn't imagine,
life without you with us here,
in this life,
But what are we to do,
It’s so hard and so sad,

its like we can't move on,
Daddy has grown insane,
and Mommy's not far behind him,

Chorus: My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,

The pain will never go away,
and I'll never dry my tears,
that rolls down my cheeks when I think of you,
that void in my heart and soul will always be there,
where you used to rest,
the part of me that can never be repaired,

I'll always have you in my heart,
in my body,
and in my soul.,
Life Fades,
but that doesn’t mean love has to,

Little Girl,
you'll always be in my heart,
my body and my soul,
but mostly you will always have a safe home,
in my heart,

I'd never think I'd feel like this,
strange to be like this,
strange to feel this alone,
but you know,
we will cross paths once more,
in the great beyond,

Chorus: My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,

She’s always going to be our little girl,
she’s always going to be our little angel,
she’s always going to be our little Sarah,
she’s always going to rest in our hearts,

Mommy and me will get by,
Well be looking for you up in heaven,
when we finally get there,
were going to be looking for you, Babygirl,
We'll be looking for our little angel..

Chorus: My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,
My Little Girl Is Gone,
But Not Forgotten,

Little girl,
you'll never be forgotten,
mommy and daddy still love you,
and will always love you,

poem by Robert Rumery
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Anxiety

i hold the pillow tight against my face to silence the tears
i look into my mind releasing my darkest fears
my chest starts to hurt and my head throbs
my tears start to turn into violent sobs
i think of my father which makes things worse
my putrid life i start to curse
im going into blackness never to return
now my chest is starting to burn
i hear no one just my violent breath
i hear my heart beat quicken inside my chest
im reaching out for you but your not there
i want to see your face and feel your hair
i cant take life without you its hurts so bad
i am a lowlife child without a dad
im the one who deserves to be six feet under
my body collapse while my soul begins to plunder
i hate myself more each day
i feel nothing but never ending pain
please come back just for a minute or two
please daddy i need you

poem by Jean Pullman
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Take This Body

Take this body, my love,
my body, my love,
feel my knees and my arms,
feel my fingers on your hair,
cold fingers, sad fingers,
kiss my mouth, my love,
ever so gently
caressing my chest and stroking my hair,
play with it-whatever is left of it-
I'm sad, my love,
and as I hear you laugh,
I feel the water around my eyes,
my brown eyes, the eyes of a poet,
the eyes of a stranger-
I'm a stranger, my love,
I'm a stranger in a strange land
of secret kisses and lovelorn faces,
of cold bodies huddled together,
hiding behind stiff dresses
and tightly fitting jeans,
I'm a stranger to a kiss,
I'm a stranger to a moist mouth
and a playful tongue,
I'm a stranger to a warm breast,
I stand here bespectacled and confused,
scratching my scraggly beard,
forcing a faint smile-
there is so much pain, my love,
right here in the palm of my hand,
right here in the lump of my throat,
right here in the tightness of my chest,
I'm strung like an instrument
with shrunken testicles
and immobilized toes-
see me tremble, my love,
see me shed a tear
onto this dusty world-
I'm with you, my love,
I'm with you alone,
I'm with you in embrace
of tender passion,
I'm in love with you
and that's why
I'm full of
tears.

poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Proud To Be Loud

Listen up good
I got a lot to say
I know what I want
And I get my own way
I call em as I see em
I dont play by the book
One dose of volume
Thats all it took
Ive seen it, Ive done it
Ive heard it before
Now its my turn
To settle the score
Ill sing it, Ill shout it
Ill say it again
I dont care if they
Never give in cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
You know Im proud
Proud to be loud
Well Ive alway believed
In freedom of speech
And Ive always been the one
Who practiced what I preached
Love it or leave it
Ill give you the choice
But itll snow in hell
Before I lower my voice
I live it, I breathe it
I gotta have more
Its full blast
And this means war
The power, the glory
Its callin my name
I wont start to
Play their game cause im
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud to be loud
And Ill never
Turn it down again no!!
Proud to be loud
Proud to be loud
Im proud,
Proud to be loud

song performed by by Pantera
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I Wanna Little Love

(rene novelles)
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
What I feel inside me
I never felt before
My arms are shaking
Whenever you walk through my door
And through the night
I feel so alive
When you and i
Are together side by side
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
From you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
Deep inside you
I need your lovin
Makes my heart feel satisfied
I feel on movin
Everytime you walk me by
The feel of love
Just a bit of love
I want from you
And in fact the rest let me do
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
From you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
Deep inside you
(instrumental)
Let me hold you
I want to feel the heat inside
Let my arms around you
Let me know youre my desire
The feel of love
Just a bit of love
I want from you
And in fact the rest let me do
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
From you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
Deep inside you
Spoken:
I wanna little love
I wanna little love from you
The feel of love
Just a bit of love
I want from you
And in fact the rest let me do
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
From you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
Deep inside you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
From you
I wanna little love
Give me love
I wanna little love
Deep inside you (to fade)

song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Independance Day!

I am the 15th august
I am remembered for one day every year
I make you proud every year
I am your life's most memorable august.

I make you feel free,
I give a unique feeling,
You've now got an independent country,
I've given you the most cherished feeling.

I have been your most sought day,
You gave innumerable sacrifices,
Ultimately I came out be your dream day.
I've given your life the best of the rarest prizes.

I am the Independence Day,
I've given you a hope for the future.
You've now got an open cage to live in.
I am your freedom day.

You make unlimited promises on this day,
You take vows to make your nation pride,
You make promises of taking the nation forward,
You plan of making the nation bright.

All your promises remain as promises.
All your plans get buried the next day.
All your aspirations flow along with your celebrations
You barely remember what actually your promises were

You feel patriotic for just one day
You flow into the celebrations the whole day
You proudly wave the national flag around
You keep the flag close to your chest

Eight hours of sleep is enough
To make us forget this memorable day
Weren't the sacrifices more than enough
To make us realize the value of this day

They fought for their lovely country
They died to save their dying Nation
They struggled for the elusive Independence
They had really hoped for a much better Nation

I proudly say I am the Independence Day
I fill your heart with 365 days of vigor
I give you the confidence of building a better Nation
I give you the feeling of making the Nation Bigger

I still see hungry people around
I still see child slaves around
I see people dividing themselves.
I get pained by the different classes around

This is not the Nation they fought for,
This is not the day they fought for.
Let's make a real unanimous vow
Let's promise that we are going to look after the Nation now

I plead you not to treat me as any other day
Let's make everyday as an Independence Day
Let's remove the hatred and spread Love around
I ask you to give some value for this Day
I am 15th August, I am the Independence Day

poem by Jameel Ahmed Ansari
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Roni

The truth about Roni, she? a sweet little girl
You could treat her nice real and hold her tight
Only tenderonis can give special love
A special kind of love that makes you feel good inside
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, you?l find romance
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love
My heart (Woo) belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love (My only heart, baby)
My heart (Yeah) belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? always on the phone
Talkinto her homeboy, wishinthey were home alone, ooh
She send you lovely letters with the smell of sweet perfume
This is what a real tenderoni likes to do to you
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, you?l find romance
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love, ooh, yeah
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love, ooh, yeah
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only lover)
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
My heart belongs to tenderoni
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
My heart belongs to tenderoni
She? my only love

song performed by by Usher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If We Could Love

If we could love

If you could love even for a day, then your life would be happy and gay. For love has no boundaries and no walls blocking what you feel
for the love in your heart is the love that is real.
Give of yourself like you’ve never given before
and the feelings will last forever more.
let the love boil like water in a pot
till it boils over and never stops.
It’s like the ocean with a bottom that you never see
and a top which is as wide as can be.
Look into your own heart and search the feelings out
for this is what life is all about.
We live one life in this world
and we try to live it to the best that we can
And it matters not if you’re a woman or a man.
This emotion is the greatest thing
that you could ever imagine
Because it builds up from the bottom of your stomach
and climbs up to your head
a beautiful feeling that you can never dread.
you’ve searched all your life for that special feeling
not knowing that it was staring you in the face
and it’s not like a gift that’s wrapped up in ribbons and lace.
Look into the eyes of the one that you love
for the eyes will tell you that it’s coming from above.
This is the most beautiful gift that any person can receive, and when
It is shared with people that you may not even know.
Then it is a blessing that GOD did bestow.
The greatest gift that GOD is giving
is love which makes life worth living.

poem by Louis Rams
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West

'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.
I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said --
'So many cobbers lyin' dead --
You won't know wot I mean;
But, lad, I've 'ad so much uv strife
I want things straightened in my life.

'I've seen so much uv 'ate,' 'e said --
'Mad 'ate an' silly rage --
I'm yearnin' for clear thoughts,' said 'e.
'Kindness an' love seem good to me.
I want a new, white page
To start all over, clean an' good,
An' live me life as reel men should.'

We're sittin' talkin' by the fence,
The sun's jist going' down,
Paintin' the sky all gold an' pink.
Said 'e, 'When it's like that, I think --'
An' then 'e stops to frown.
Said 'e, 'I think, when it's jist so,
Uv ... God or somethin': I dunno.

'I ain't seen much uv God,' said 'e;
'Not here nor Over There;
But, partly wot I've seen an' read,
An' partly wot the padre said,
It gits me when I stare
Out West when it's like that is now.
There must be somethin' else -- some'ow.

'I've thought a lot,' said Digger Smith --
'Out There I thought a lot.
I thought uv death, an' all the rest,
An' uv me mates, good mates gone West;
An' it ain't much I've got;
But things get movin' in me 'ead
When I look over there,' 'e said.

'E's got me beat, 'as little Smith.
I knoo 'im years ago:
I knoo 'im as a reel tough boy
'Oo roughed it up with 'oly joy;
But now, well, I dunno.
An' when I ask Mar Flood she sighs --
An' sez 'e's got the Anzac eyes.

She sez 'e's got them soldier's eyes,
That makes 'er own eyes wet.
An' we must give 'im wholesome food
An' lead 'is thoughts to somethin' good
An' never let 'im fret.
But 'e ain't frettin', seems to me;
More - puzzled, fur as I can see.

The clouds above the hills was tore
Apart, until some'ow,
It seemed like some big shinin' gate.
Said 'e, 'Why, lad, I tell yeh straight,
I feel like startin' now,
An' walking on, an' on, an' thro',
Dead game an' - ain't it so to you?

'I've seen enough uv pain,' 'e said,
'An' cursin', killin' 'ordes.
I ain't the man to smooge with God
To get to 'Eaven on the nod,
Or 'owl 'ymns for rewards.
But this believin'? Why - Oh, 'Struth!
This never 'it me in me youth.

'They talk uv love 'twixt men,' said 'e.
'That sounds dead crook to you.
But lately I 'ave come to see.' ...
''Old on,' I said; 'it seems to me
There's love uv women too.
An' you?' 'E turns away 'is 'ead.
'I'm only 'alf a man,' 'e said.

'I've seen so much uv death,' said 'e,
'Me mind is in a whirl.
I've 'ad so many thoughts uv late.' ...
Said I, 'Now tell me, tell me straight,
Own up; ain't there a girl?'
Said 'e, 'I've done the best I can.
Wot does she want with 'arf a man?'

It weren't no use. 'E wouldn't talk
Uv nothin' but that sky.
Said 'e, 'Now, dinkum, talking square,
When you git gazin' over there
Don't you 'arf want to cry?
I wouldn't be surprised to see
An angel comin' out,' said 'e.

'Gone West!' said Digger Smith. 'Ah, lad,
I've seen them goin' West,
An' often wonder, when I look,
If they 'ave 'ad it dealt 'em crook,
Or if they've got the rest
They earned twice over by the spell
They spent down in that dinkum 'Ell.'

The gold was creepin' up, the sun
Was 'arf be'ind the range.
It don't seem strange a man should cry
To see that glory in the sky --
To me it don't seem strange.
'Digger!' said 'e. 'Look at it now!
There must be somethin' else -- some 'ow.'

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Out West

'I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime
I'm mad to 'ave things clean.
I've seen so much uv death,' 'e said
'So many cobbers lyin' dead
You won't know wot I mean;
But, lad, I've 'ad so much uv strife
I want things straightened in my life.

'I've seen so much uv 'ate,' 'e said
'Mad 'ate an' silly rage
I'm yearnin' for clear thoughts,' said 'e.
'Kindness an' love seem good to me.
I want a new, white page
To start all over, clean an' good,
An' live me life as reel men should.'

We're sittin' talkin' by the fence,
The sun's jist going' down,
Paintin' the sky all gold an' pink.
Said 'e, 'When it's like that, I think -'
An' then 'e stops to frown.
Said 'e, 'I think, when it's jist so,
Uv… God or somethin': I dunno.

'I ain't seen much uv God,' said 'e;
'Not here nor Over There;
But, partly wot I've seen an' read,
An' partly wot the padre said,
It gits me when I stare
Out West when it's like that is now.
There must be somethin' else - some'ow.

'I've thought a lot,' said Digger Smith
'Out There I thought a lot.
I thought uv death, an' all the rest,
An' uv me mates, good mates gone West;
An' it ain't much I've got;
But things get movin' in me 'ead
When I look over there,' 'e said.

'E's got me beat, 'as little Smith.
I knoo 'im years ago:
I knoo 'im as a reel tough boy
'Oo roughed it up with 'oly joy;
But now, well, I dunno.
An' when I ask Mar Flood she sighs
An' sez 'e's got the Anzac eyes.

She sez 'e's got them soldier's eyes,
That makes 'er own eyes wet.
An' we must give 'im wholesome food
An' lead 'is thoughts to somethin' good
An' never let 'im fret.
But 'e ain't frettin', seems to me;
More - puzzled, fur as I can see.

The clouds above the hills was tore
Apart, until some'ow,
It seemed like some big shinin' gate.
Said 'e, 'Why, lad, I tell yeh straight,
I feel like startin' now,
An' walking on, an' on, an' thro',
Dead game an' - ain't it so to you?

'I've seen enough uv pain,' 'e said,
'An' cursin', killin' 'ordes.
I ain't the man to smooge with God
To get to 'Eaven on the nod,
Or 'owl 'ymns for rewards.
But this believin'? Why - Oh, 'Struth!
This never 'it me in me youth.

'They talk uv love 'twixt men,' said 'e.
'That sounds dead crook to you.
But lately I 'ave come to see.'…
''Old on,' I said; 'it seems to me
There's love uv women too.
An' you?' 'E turns away 'is 'ead.
'I'm only 'alf a man,' 'e said.

'I've seen so much uv death,' said 'e,
'Me mind is in a whirl.
I've 'ad so many thoughts uv late.'…
Said I, 'Now tell me, tell me straight,
Own up; ain't there a girl?'
Said 'e, 'I've done the best I can.
Wot does she want with 'arf a man?'

It weren't no use. 'E wouldn't talk
Uv nothin' but that sky.
Said 'e, 'Now, dinkum, talking square,
When you git gazin' over there
Don't you 'arf want to cry?
I wouldn't be surprised to see
An angel comin' out,' said 'e.

'Gone West!' said Digger Smith. 'Ah, lad,
I've seen them goin' West,
An' often wonder, when I look,
If they 'ave 'ad it dealt 'em crook,
Or if they've got the rest
They earned twice over by the spell
They spent down in that dinkum 'Ell.'

The gold was creepin' up, the sun
Was 'arf be'ind the range.
It don't seem strange a man should cry
To see that glory in the sky
To me it don't seem strange.
'Digger!' said 'e. 'Look at it now!
There must be somethin' else - some 'ow.'

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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