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I Am So Clean

Harshly I am dealt by the heraldry
Of my family
For the roads inherit the selfish

Hard is the orange of the sun
As it glows forming juice
In our living organs, lately

Hollow hearts engage in worship
As far as life’s end
In the way of skies and lands so fair

My nice oddities remind us of duty
Springing from the earth, for I am clean

poem by Naveed Akram
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Orange juice

Orange juice mom says drink
When i am sick
It can make me thick
Orange juice i have to pick
licking mom says no
Drinking i have to do
Hate orange juice, mom says i know
Vitamin C it has
And i need to take
for my own sake
Healthy it can make me
Power it can give me
Orange juice
Is all i need
When i am in lead
With the kids at the lake.! :)

poem by michelle al G
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Innocence

Talk to me of the innocent,
With hope in their eyes,
And love in their hearts,
Tell me their story,
Of fields of green and skies of blue,
And their love of me and you,

Lost in a foreign land,
We wind our way down winding roads,
Steady in faith, strong in heart, sure of foot,
Where were you when the earth shook?
What toil and trouble it took!

For us to look back,
Too late now, we cry,
So onward we go to new lands,
Where no one has the upper hand,
Where life can still be grand,
Where I can just be a man!

Purple skies and moonless nights,
Stars lace the heavens with their lights,
In each mans eyes, I see,
His hearts light shining, bright and free!

27 June 2012

poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Love, not Duty

Thought may well be ever ranging,
And opinion ever changing,
Task-work be, though ill begun,
Dealt with by experience better;
By the law and by the letter
Duty done is duty done
Do it, Time is on the wing!

Hearts, ’tis quite another thing,
Must or once for all be given,
Or must not at all be given;
Hearts, ’tis quite another thing!

To bestow the soul away
Is an idle duty-play!
Why, to trust a life-long bliss
To caprices of a day,
Scarce were more depraved than this!

Men and maidens, see you mind it;
Show of love, where’er you find it,
Look if duty lurk behind it!
Duty-fancies, urging on
Whither love had never gone!

Loving if the answering breast
Seem not to be thus possessed,
Still in hoping have a care;
If it do, beware, beware!
But if in yourself you find it,
Above all things mind it, mind it!

poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Lucky Me

I’ve always felt the hand I was dealt was more than fair,
Especially as I sit here and stare
At my homeland, the richest country on earth.
Then I remember parents who appreciated my worth.
They encouraged me to strive for ever new heights
While always discriminating the wrongs from the rights.

Ah yes, no doubt I was dealt a royal flush hand;
A hole-in-one, grand slam I couldn’t have planned.
At the heart of it all is monumental love’s feeling
That convinces me that life truly has no ceiling.
Happiness is for the taking; it’s right over there.
Lucky me…my dealt hand is so much more than fair!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Oddities

We know simply
by the grace of God
humanity continues
with most of us odd.
The humor of God
amuses me so
as I watch the oddities
come and go.

Each one is so different
and yet the same.
And what is the reason
is God to blame?
He gave us the mold
which none of us fit.
We try to fit into it
bit by bit.

It's a task so humorous.
It's beyond belief.
For our short trip through life
is much too brief.
We try to conform
but most of us fail.
And the insignificant differences
really just pale.

We've a life to live
and so much to give
that the oddities we've developed
we must forgive.
God's humor is ours.
It's part of his plan
to bypass the oddities
and do what we can
to laugh.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Someday

someday
i like to taste again the glass of orange juice that
you gave me
on that Sunday afternoon
when we were left alone
in the house
of your aunt.

it was so sweet &
so refreshing..

.there is no other glass of orange juice like that
in my lifetime

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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England

We are a family in England cherish land,
When I look out upon the grim houses
A sense of fear entraps the confine soul
And duty force my will to pray more earnestly,
For providence we joined the search for freedom,
Together we all have some mournful tones,
Of cage birds public concern on toiling pinion,
England pride itself with its coats of arms,
Bearing the insignia of crest and fames,
See the banner flames waving in the skies.
Although heroes may fall, they are not forgotten,
In folklore deeds written their names shall rise,
And all who dare to be brave, a crown is theirs,
Over each town their golden names will wave.
All the games of men and women our history claim
Evoke the meaning pass from parents to children,
England branches go far and reach other lands.
Our ancestry surname the winners in heraldry gain,
Their heritage lies within the walls of England.
Seeking a warmer clime upon the narrows roads,
I see the line grass of stately garden trees.
That runs through the highway of the town,
Darker stones stood out from a shadowy past
History that forms the memory that once had been,
The past unite with the present and the future.
Like footsteps hidden in the sands of time.
That is seen on either side of the dispenser,
Through which they descend to search the archives.
Beneath English lands and the trampled ground,
Nothing is lost and much more about history to gain
In the place where we lay our names can be found.

poem by Gerry Legister
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I keep living life as it's dealt to me. Sometimes, it's not dealt 100 percent. Sometimes it's dealt on the low '30s.

quote by Bobby Womack
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Family I love

love my family with my hold heart.
My love is Joy to love my family
Family is sad and happy and love.
Family is fun and painful and pretty.
My family is like all families we have
love and we have happiness and tears
I love my hold family
My family is like angels who fly in sky
I am grateful that I have family that loves
me.
My family are kind and nice and fun to be
around
My family is painful like all familys are and
heart breaking and Evil sometimes
My family is heart breaking and deadly like
everyone else
Hey I can't stop loving my family not matter what
it coats in the family.
Way my family is just makes me want have family
with someone be as good as they are.
But God know I love my family
and our love is great to have in life
and even know they leave he world they still
a live in my hearts.

poem by Kristina Riggs
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Hello family.1

Hello,
family,
how are you?
my precious ones,
i see you,
you're growing up,
i feel you,
your gentle touch,
and i know,
you will be..
okay,
i know it i do.....

Hello,
family,
how are you,
today?
I heard about about the problems,
i know it will be okay,
because i trust in someone,
much greater then you or I,
and i must say I'm convinced,
you'll be safe,
so please don't cry....

Hello family,
I know it's hard,
what's going on,
it hurts my heart so much,
but I know,
that it will not go too wrong,
I know you're hurting,
i know it's hard,
but just remember,
that God is in our hearts...

Hello,
family,
Don't be scared,
im at your side,
i know know it seems horrible right now,
But i still know,
it will be alright,
see there's something more here,
that's at work,
in our hard hearts,
and i know,
you'll be safe,
he won't let us fall apart...

He wont let us fall apart....

poem by Sandra jacks
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Hard Living

Hard living, every day of my life
Hard living, every night on the wine
Never givin, any one any time
Always losin, all I had all the time
Yes Im a selfish kinda man
All I need is a helping hand
Bad loser, never had anyone
Bad chooser, never owed never won
Fast mover, everyday on the run
Never knowing, if I feel or Im done
Hard living, every day of my life
Hard drinking, every night on the wine
(agnew, charlton, mccafferty, sweet)
Mountain music/carlin music
1972 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.

song performed by by Nazareth
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My Single Orange Rose

Here is my prose,
All based on a single orange rose,
Grave grass springing,
Church hyms their singing,
Blood stains clinging,
On my single orange rose,
No soul is laughing,
Deaths hands are clapping,
Coffin case trapping,
On my single orange rose,
Trees are branching,
My cold blank eyes are trancing,
The life cycle of death is dancing,
On my single orange rose,
I picked my final wish,
On deaths lips I kissed,
My long life I missed,
All because of that single orange rose,

COPYRIGHT 2008 BEN SPARACO POEMS

poem by Ben Sparaco
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Orange juice kiss

A circle of dried, sweet orange juice
Finger to mouth, the taste memories seduce

Memories of that sweet orange juice kiss
Thoughts race to the past and days of bliss

The giggling young angel standing at the bedside
The past and the present, emotions collide

Those glorious hours playing in the park
Warm sunny days before the onset of dark

When long summer day’s end and it’s time to rest
Sweet angel climbs up and lays head on my chest

If there’s one memory that brings me this bliss
It’s the memory of that sweet orange juice kiss

poem by Brian 'Peza' Perrins
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Slumber of Old Age

Fading into speeds of slowness is the work of laze,
Fatigue extravagantly creeps on the back
To connive the head into a wrong slumber.
The heart is so wonderfully felt, and concentrated with blood
That the family is always wondering about the hearts
In the household.
Laziness is the backbone of slumber,
When sleep meets speech of mighty words
That dissolve the soul with the life.
Sleep is not needed unless life is brilliant as well,
Forming the wisdom, forming the old age.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Tradition

Tradition is not a path I know. Set before me is a greatness my family knows nothing of. For none of us has made much more then 30,000 a year. Educational wise college hasn't been a strong suit. But these days I feel its needed especially if one has to rely on themselves. I've seen what happens if you have it too easy. My one sister went down that dark road. I've also seen what one with the smarts to make it all the way but is pushed to hard and treated to harshly. Me and my other sister traveled down this road. But for me I will persevere and do things no one thinks I'm capable of. I have not failed. I have been just delayed. Hopefully soon things will be set in motion that will take me down a road I will travel alone. I have high hopes and goals, that will take years to complete. But its has been a long and fair wait. And now i can put my talents, skills, to a use I've been so longing to do. And I pause for their is so many that I've left behind in the past year. Some because of the way they treated me. Other because of how they treated others. Yet more I met under the wrong circumstances which caused and creative differences. I did not mean for it to happen that way but yet it did. I dont regret any of it. I will always remember the good times. In the end i tend to not value friends for they come and go. But family will always be thier. It is very hard lesson to learn sometimes. But in the end it holds true almost always. With certain exceptions. This is my path of tradition

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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You Remind Me Of Gold

Baby, when I think about you
And thats when I think
I think about gold
You remind me of gold
And when I see the sunrise in the sky
And when I hear your brakes come squealing by
I forget
Everything Ive been told
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
Baby I always think about you
I think of the life and glory you hold
You remind me of gold
And even though there was no sun today
And though you are a thousand miles away
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold

song performed by by Human League
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Hard Living

Hard living
In the country
Planting the corn
In the fields
Living a dream
Where we see our corn grow
Hard living
Planting that corn in the fields
In this warm summer day
Hard living
We have while living in the country
Our dream
Is to see our corn grow
This earth is strong
The rain we need
To water our fields
We pray for the rain
We worship the rain
We praise God for the rain
The rain helps our crops to grow
Our dream is to have a good crop this year
We are proud of our country
We are the country man
We work hard with our hands in the fields
This is what we call hard living

poem by Aldo Kraas
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What Do We Really Wish To See?

this is a nice, cool place,
we decide to stay a while
a thatched nipa roof
covering some benches
rounded for us to sit
awhile, then we see
how the sun glows to
slowly meet its death

sunset, yellow, orange
red, then some black patches
we sit for a while
for a time we reflect
on this loss of light

we welcome darkness
we sit beside each other
then the lights of the resort
are switched on

there are no fireflies this season
electric lights hang on trees
the air comes like a cold feeling
it whispers loss and surrender

somewhere some hearts are cold
our hearts may soon relate
but we cannot be just defeated
this time, we really wish to see
love hanging on the air
we wish these things
these treasures of our hearts

we really wish to fall in love again
we see, we wish to see this love again,
we work out on it under the rain
our hearts are in flames
we burn with desire

we get what we wish to see
we make what we wish to be

i guess, that is simple enough

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Proverbs 31 Woman

The Proverbs 31 Woman

She's a woman who fears the Lord
Gets up before daylight
Preparing food for her family
A hard worker, she knows the value
Of everything she makes
Very focused in everything she does

She knows very well
That her family will be blessed
With the fruits of her labor
A passionate lover of God
Adored by her husband
Whose beauty comes from within
And her unfading beauty of a gentle and quite spirit

She makes it a point
To remind everybody
That life is beautiful
And to enjoy each day to the fullest
She deserves the respect of everyone
She deserves the love and devotion from me

And i thank God for giving me a Proverbs 31 woman
in my life..my late Mother

Thank you for the read and leaving your nice heart print.

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Love Of Courtesy

Thwarting those returning from stoppages,
The people of the Earth rely on thrusts.
There are black skies and blue lands,
Bitter tasks, fulsome tasks, and wonderful hills.
Return from the stoppers and carry on your task,
Do not be vanquished, heated and alone.
Sanity is freedom forming us into the religion we know
And love the best. Courtesy is to the countryside.

poem by Naveed Akram
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