Harassment
A harassed heart finds humanity,
Dripping from a blade and scythe;
The staggering achievements are fed
To lions of strength and breathing.
The spots I find the tempest corrode me,
As my harassment is without cessation.
Rest on earth that bends so oddly and dreamily,
Rest on it until hearts rend asunder into smithereens.
Light is a twin for divine particles
Existing from an array of hope.
Where there is a spot of dreariness,
I spot the spot on which I stand to comprehend.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Little While, a Little While
A LITTLE while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart—
What thought, what scene invites thee now
What spot, or near or far apart,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?
There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.
The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear—
So longed for—as the hearth of home?
The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,
I love them—how I love them all!
Still, as I mused, the naked room,
The alien firelight died away;
And from the midst of cheerless gloom,
I passed to bright, unclouded day.
A little and a lone green lane
That opened on a common wide;
A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain
Of mountains circling every side.
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dream-like charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
That was the scene, I knew it well;
I knew the turfy pathway's sweep,
That, winding o'er each billowy swell,
Marked out the tracks of wandering sheep.
Could I have lingered but an hour,
It well had paid a week of toil;
But Truth has banished Fancy's power:
Restraint and heavy task recoil.
Even as I stood with raptured eye,
Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear,
My hour of rest had fleeted by,
And back came labour, bondage, care.
poem by Emily Brontë from Selections from the literary remains of Emily and Anne Brontë (1850)
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What Do You Value?
questions of interest
but not importance?
“What was the name
of the river (place)
you were baptized in,
where exactly
were you baptized,
not awfully important? ”
each spot on earth
is a good spot
an important spot,
if a clean spot
we give individually
the importance
to different places,
we agree collectively
on meanings definitions
or not where is truth?
What is baptism?
What is eternal life?
What do you value?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Love You Even Though You Never Cared.
I sit here and wait. Wait on you to come and be mine for once again, but what I will always wait on is for you to be mine for me to keep. Maybe oneday I will find someone to treat me right and you will see and it will be to late to have me. Oneday I will find a guy that's always by my side through the ups and the downs. You always come back and tell me you love me, but in my heart I truly am aware that you don't love me and you never cared. But deep in my heart you will always have a spot, but within that spot I will hate, but you took that spot of my heart, and that's yours to keep. You will always have that part of me.
poem by Angela Ratley
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Sizzla
Most wanted!
To the chill spot,
Change,
Mr. Postman,
Sizzla! !
Take me home,
Of the police,
Of the people,
Like the highlander;
Process,
The chill spot!
Coach,
Hill spot!
Hill top,
Take me home,
With the magic touch of love;
But not the killing spot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dance Dance Dance
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Dance, Dance, Dance
After six hours of school Ive had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
Ohby!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when its slow and jump it when its fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beats really hot) right on the spot
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beats really hot
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(dance dance dance now the beats really hot)
(dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Hugo's "flower to butterfly"
Sweet, bide with me and let my love
Be an enduring tether;
Oh, wanton not from spot to spot,
But let us dwell together.
You've come each morn to sip the sweets
With which you found me dripping,
Yet never knew it was not dew
But tears that you were sipping.
You gambol over honey meads
Where siren bees are humming;
But mine the fate to watch and wait
For my beloved's coming.
The sunshine that delights you now
Shall fade to darkness gloomy;
You should not fear if, biding here,
You nestled closer to me.
So rest you, love, and be my love,
That my enraptured blooming
May fill your sight with tender light,
Your wings with sweet perfuming.
Or, if you will not bide with me
Upon this quiet heather,
Oh, give me wing, thou beauteous thing,
That we may soar together.
poem by Eugene Field
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Exact Spot
The exact spot was the spot on which they said they found her
Til the spot in your eye confounded the reason why
They never found her
poem by Yvette Smith
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A little while, a little while,
A little while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile
A little while I've holyday !
Where wilt thou go my harassed heart ?
Full many a land invites thee now;
And places near, and far apart
Have rest for thee, my weary brow -
There is a spot 'mid barren hills
Where winter howls and driving rain
But if the dreary tempest chills
There is a light that warms again
The house is old, the trees are bare
And moonless bends the misty dome
But what on earth is half so dear -
So longed for as the hearth of home ?
The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The garden-walk with weeds o'ergrown
I love them - how I love them all !
Shall I go there? or shall I seek
Another clime, another sky,
Where tongues familiar music speak
In accents dear to memory ?
Yes, as I mused, the naked room,
The flickering firelight died away
And from the midst of cheerless gloom
I passed to bright unclouded day -
A little and a lone green lane
That opened on a common wide
A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain
Of mountains circling every side -
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed in air
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere -
That was the scene - I knew it well
I knew the pathways far and near
That winding o'er each billowy swell
Marked out the tracks of wandering deer
Could I have lingered but an hour
It well had paid a week of toil
But truth has banished fancy's power
I hear my dungeon bars recoil -
Even as I stood with raptured eye
Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear
My hour of rest had fleeted by
And given me back to weary care -
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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My Secret Spot in Delray Beach
To a few I showed my secret Spot,
To many I reveal it is on The Beach,
In Delray, still without my help,
none may find, because is called mine,
My hidden Delray Beach Spot
Its open, its free, its guarded and protected
All can find, all can see, but beyond the vision,
belongs to me, My Secret Loved Spot,
On the Beach, in Delray...
A friend I call to Show my Paradise,
and share the secret rooted
inside my heart, with all my soul,
My loved Delray Beach
The 'All-America' City,
Blessed, and so dear to me!
poem by Florida Angel
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Clogged
Clogged, logged, bogged, cogged;
A new spot!
The story book,
My mind,
My dreams.
Blogged, fogged, dogged, hogged, jogged;
A new spot!
My works,
My hope;
But, when will i see you again?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Heart Of The Matter Sonata
Her dear mother
Is finally resting
In that beautiful heaven
And I know that
her mother is the heart of the matter
Because her mother matters to her heart
And once her mother mattered so much to her
But now that spot is empty
Even though she can't find nobody to fill that spot with
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Warm Spot Hot
Struzick
You make my worm spot hot
You make my bells ring-too ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot
And the things I need a lot you got
Woah my little baby
You know you drive me crazy
You make me feel so good I say wow, yeah
This has got to be the only way for me
There aint nothing going to stop me now
You say your daddy dont like me much
Thats cause he knows I got that touch
And theres some things of yours he knows
I been touching too much
But you make my worm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,ring-ding ding-a-ling
You make my warm spot hot
The things I need a lot you got
Youve got me turning flips
When you kiss me in the lips
You turn the spark right into a fire
And the flame just wont go out
cause there cant be any doubt
This love of yours is what I desire
The preacher said I aint no saint
Well hes right, thats one thing that I aint
But I pray that me and you
Can do the things we do all night long
cause you make my worm spot hot
You make my bell ring too, brrrrrring ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot, baby
The things I need a lot you got come-on and burn me now
Well Im letting all the people see
That what they say dont bother me
cause youre the one Im thinking of
When I get down ready to love
You make my worm spot hot
You make my bells rings too,ding-ding
You make my warm spot hot
And the things I need a lot you got
You make my warm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,brrrrrring ding
You make my warm spot hot
You make my bells ring too,ding ding ding a-ling
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Home
There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by heaven, o'er all the world beside;
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the night;
A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth,
Time-tutor'd age, and love-exalted youth;
The wand'ring mariner, whose eye explores
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
Views not a realm so bountiful and fair,
Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air.
In ev'ry clime the magnet of his soul,
Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace,
The heritage of nature's noblest race,
There is a spot of earth, supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride,
While in his soften'd looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend:
Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife,
Strews with fresh flowers the narrow path of life;
In the clear heaven of her delightful eye
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet.
Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?
Art thou a man? a patriot? look around;
Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
poem by James Montgomery
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Man And Love
When a man is draw there
is always a space for the
heart. Within that heart
love have it's spot, the
moment love find that
spot that man is
complete.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
quote by Joseph Conrad
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When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water
WHEN the two sisters go to fetch water, they come to this spot and they smile.
They must be aware of somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret of that somebody who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and water spills when they reach this spot.
They must have found out that somebody's heart is beating who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other when they come to this spot, and they smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-stepping feet, which makes confusion in somebody's mind who stands behind the trees whenever they go to fetch water.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Gardener XVIII: When Two Sisters
When the two sisters go to fetch
water, they come to this spot and
they smile.
They must be aware of somebody
who stands behind the trees when-
ever they go to fetch water.
The two sisters whisper to each
other when they pass this spot.
They must have guessed the secret
of that somebody who stands behind
the trees whenever they go to
fetch water.
Their pitchers lurch suddenly, and
water spills when they reach this
spot.
They must have found out that
somebody's heart is beating who
stands behind the trees whenever
they go to fetch water.
The two sisters glance at each other
when they come to this spot, and they
smile.
There is a laughter in their swift-
stepping feet, which makes confusion
in somebody's mind who stands behind
the trees whenever they go to
fetch water.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
quote by Helen Rowland
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The Same Spot
It was at the same place and the same spot,
Because it stood the test last night;
And the heavy down pour could not overcome it!
But i am glad to see it again at the same spot.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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