Union
The moon climbs graciously the evening heavens,
And there affectionately rests her beauty.
The evening breeze is canvassing the lakeshore,
To spread the kisses to the happy water.
Oh, how heavenly would be a union
Of people who are destined for each other.
Yet those who are destined for each other
Can rarely, alas, enjoy their union.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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The Evening Breeze
Often, I lie solus,
On white sand-banks
Of the large pond
In my ancestral land,
When the evening breeze
Gently touches the divinity,
Hidden somewhere in mortal body:
I feel I cannot normally feel.
Oh! I wish the evening breeze,
Too heavenly and wondrous,
Brought out my grandmother
Sleeping just under,
With whom I used to enjoy the breeze,
On these sands white,
In green days, later became defoliate!
Indeed, it can if it willed.
The evening breeze brings
Smell of soap suds,
Which forms on mind-board
The damsel in the nude;
Soon, the breeze brings
Holiest odour
Of frankincense and incense smoulder:
So in the breeze I sin and purge.
Often, I lay tired on sands;
All sweat drops dried in the evening breeze;
All my spirit revived;
And fresh morrow waited.
Evening chants of diverse creeds:
All in breeze united.
Seraphic breeze pats on every head,
Still nobody sees it.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Union City Blue
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
Tunnel to the other side
It becomes daylight
I say he's mine
Oh power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
Arrive climb up four flights to the orange side
Rearrange my mind
In turquoise Union Union Union City blue
Skyline passion Union City blue
Power, passion plays a double hand
Union union union city man
I say he's mine
I have a plan
I say he's my Union City man
What are we gonna do?
Union Union Union City blue
song performed by by Radiohead
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Years of life
I have previously observed this place
and this meeting is surely destined,
maybe somewhere here, we did embrace,
while emotions now grabs hold of us
and now that you also do recognize me
your eyes are heavenly blue.
The air above us is heavenly blue
where we look at the stretched out sea
and recognize something of the coast and sea
as if our coming here is destined,
the being together grabs us
as if we are embraced by this moment.
The wind is swishing strong and it embraces us
and we see white horses on the heavenly blue sea
the sand is swished up by the wind
and looking at you, I am stunned by your beauty
and the peppering sandstorm hits us
and I recognize my love for you.
On this shore you did admit to being untrue,
clenched onto the steel railing
as if to that moment was destined
and my eyes at times heavenly blue
then was grey, while I looked at you
and fear and pain clenched my soul
Seeing you again clenched my heart
made me recognize that our love still exists
where you stand watching the beach
and I feel embraced by the past
as if everything now is, in a world so heavenly blue
with a place for you and me in it.
Have our lives been destined to this winter
where chilliness clenches the body, soul and spirit?
As if being caught by something out of our youth
recognized by memories
and I see the perception in your eyes, once heavenly blue
but I see you have now aged.
Lord where we now in later years see Your creation,
are our lives still embraced by You?
Is there a place for my wife and I in your domain beyond the blue sky?
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Poem Of The Evening Is A Quiet Poem
THE POEM OF THE EVENING IS A QUIET POEM
The poem of the evening is a quiet poem
It comes in gentleness with tired eyes
It does not know how long it will last
It believes a fresh breeze
And a simple song
Are all its needs
To feel happiness.
The poem of the evening this evening
Believes in life
Believes in Goodness of God
Believes it will somehow be alright.
The poem of the evening this evening
May be a foolish one
But it is a quietly happy one.
We need such poems sometimes
For life is hard in the long working days
And in the times of difficult idleness
When no dreams come.
Quiet and quiet
Soft as sleep
The poem of the evening this evening
Is a gentle one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Destined For Glory
Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
a man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead
Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His name's been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail
By the sign of the moon,
he swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
He still can recall his father's words
"Don't loose your faith, let your voice be heard"
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun
By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night
Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
the warrior spoke, "I am the one"
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without honor, and you're destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and you're Destined For Glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
song performed by by Hammerfall
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In The Evening By The Moonlight
Traditional
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then we all would eat our supper
After that wed clean the kitchen
Its the only time they ever gave us to spare
To have a little fun
Then my daddy used to take his fiddle down
That hung upon the wall
While the silvery moon was shining clear and bright
How the folks would enjoy it
They would sit all night and listen
As we used to sing in the evening by the moonlight
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
You could hear them by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear folks all singing
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear my folks all singing
How my mother she would enjoy it
She would sit all night and listen
As we sang in the evening by the moolight oh yeah
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Young Morning
On
The sea...
Young morning...
Sun was
Raise...
Lite golden colour
Sun was
Climbing...
A great good bye for
With moon and night...
A very good morning for
With each every body...
Sun is
Not only sun...
Morning to evening
Poem...s..
Every people
Did not enjoy...
Every people
Wanted for
Evening and morning...
So...
Sun rises...
Is on sea...
Young morning is
Every day happen...
It natcher's beauty poem...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Desinted For Glory
Once upon a time in a forlorn land,
A man on a mission was left at fates hand
In his eyes you could see the whites turn red
Surrounded by evil, abandoned for dead
Born on the run by the sign of the sun
A mail-clad warrior, the chosen one
His names been cursed, he is bound to fail
A wandering spirit with the will to prevail
By the sign of the moon,
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
He still can recall his fathers words
Dont loose your faith, let your voice be heard
Echoes from the past will lead him on
By these words of honor, shine like the sun
By the sign of the moon
He swore the oath to fight alone
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
The prophecies spoke of a wandering man
Skilled with steel, black as the night
Normally veiled from the mortal eyes
His hammer arose like a magic force
With a gaze that turned everything into stone
The warrior spoke, I am the one
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without honor, and youre destined to fall
Fight with your heart, and youre destined for glory
But fight without soul and you will loose it all
song performed by by Hammerfall
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With Variance
Nothing is going to drain
When you realize the life mission of its own
We are here only as missionary
Must lead simple life as visionary
If not then trust only almighty
He may feel mercy and pity
We are destined to suffer and enjoy
Life must be seen as instrument of struggle and joy
Life is not in your hand
That is defined and destined
You can’t lead it as imagined
You have limits and totally confined
All good and bad things are observed
You may get honor if deserved
Nothing will come to you by surprise
It will be only when you come out true with promises
So lead it for others and rule the kingdom
Such chances come rarely or seldom
We must exploit it as per clear conscience
Life will be presented you with variance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Evening In June
(Van Morrison)
By the light of the moon
When the night holds the secrets
Of the sleepy lagoon
I'm contemplating moonlight
On the water
When I'm walking with you
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
It can get so sentimental
When I'm thinking of you
And I can't think of anything
Except being with you
When the summer is through
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
Well it lifts me up
When I'm talking to you
On an evening in June
When the flowers are in bloom
And the sky is so blue
Well there's so many things
Taking place
That it's hard to keep up with it all
Keep your eye on the ball
And to make the right call
When we're longing for fall
On this evening in June
[Instrumental break]
On an evening in June
Well it lifts me up
When I'm talking to you
On an evening in June
When the flowers are in bloom
And the sky is so blue
Well there's so many things taking place
That it's hard to keep up with it all
Keep your eye on the ball
And to make the right call
When we're longing for fall
On this evening in June
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
By the light of the moon
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
By the sleepy lagoon
By the light of the moon
By the sleepy lagoon
On an evening in June
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Mind in Sex is Supreme
Union of mind, not followed
By union of body,
Still sustains pleasure.
Union of body, not accompanied
by union of mind
Gives instant pleasure.
Orgasm exists as
Bodies and minds together fuse.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Little Girl and The Moon
once upon a time there was a little girl.
she liked to sit outside at night and talk to the moon.
everynight she kept the moon company.
one night she noticed the moon seemed tired, so
she climbed upon the roof, to tell the moon a secret.
the old moon smiled, so she reaches up
takes the moon in her hands and puts him in her pocket.
then she climbs down and goes into her house, up the stairs
to her room.there she takes the moon out and lets lay on
her bed.for hours they talked, told secrets and giggled.
then they heard people asking where the moon was.
outside was so dark, they couldnt find their ways.
the old moon says to the little girl
'maybe you should put me back into the sky,
so the people can find their way home at night'.
the little girl agreed.so she picks up the moon,
puts him back into her pocket.
she walks downstairs and goes outside.
it was very dark, but she wasnt afraid,
she had her friend the moon to help
show her the way.
she climbs back upon the roof, takes the moon out
of her pocket. holding him with both hands
she tells the moon'i love you,
we will still talk every night, but you must go back
give people light at nightime'.
she leans over kisses the moon goodnight.
then reaches back and tosses the moon
hard as she could back into the
nightime sky.
then the little girl and the moon hear, all the people
shouting and laughing.
after everything quietened down
the stars who were so happy the moon returned
all gave the moon kisses.
the little girl climbed down
with the moon lighting her way
went inside up to her room
took 1 last peek out
blowing the moon a big kiss goodnight.
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Sweet Evening Breeze
I was loud and a little sad
She was visiting from atlanta, georgia
She had come to spend the summer with her dad
I thought she was very pretty
We would kiss and hold hands
Every night by the football field
Her body was tan
From the afternoons by the public swimming pool
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
I saw her in a coffee shop
In a big hotel down in austin, texas
She had cut her long hair off
And replaced it with
Blue eyes of sadness
Still acted like we were kids
And she told me that she had to marry
And she asked me if I did
Still remember
Chorus:
Sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
How redundant the future can be
These days of old are very, very
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young cant understand
That they look at me
When they look at themselves
Chorus:
Oh, sweet evening breeze
Blows around my thoughts and memories
As I lie here today
And drink my tea
I can still see
Sweet evening breeze
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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As much as I value an union of all the states, I would not admit the southern states into the union, unless they agreed to the discontinuance of this disgraceful trade, because it would bring weakness and not strength to the union.
quote by George Mason
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It has no enforceable standards to stop a union from conspiring with employers to keep another stronger union out or from negotiating contracts with lower pay and standards that members of another union have spent a lifetime establishing.
quote by Andy Stern
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And the success of the union movement, historically, has always been to benefit all working men and women - not just people who belong to the union.
quote by Warren Beatty
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0372 Reflection on a garden pond
It's unexpectedly mild this early Spring evening
and I take my glass of beer, cold in the hand,
and slide the patio door open and step out for the first time this year,
feeling like an intruder in my own garden, so strange in the twilight.
Then, melted by awe and gratitude
to see an unplanned wild violet
which has taken up residence between the cement slabs.
Between other slabs the miniature bamboo stubbornly returns,
(that was my Japanese year) and in the tiny pond,
soon to be turned into a living soup by amorous frogs
to the total puzzlement of the white cat, watching for an hour or so
and extending from time to time an ineffective paw,
or nosing the water unable, either, to gulp a tadpole -
in the tiny pond, something bright;
a dancing reflection in the water stirred by an evening breeze -
the moon;
the same moon that danced on the water for Li Po
as he drank from his wine cup
alone and at peace, so far, so long ago;
in a poet's solitude and contentment
and the thought of distant friends,
celebrated with wine
under the moon, on a spring evening,
in perfect happiness.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Slipping Away
ships leaving the
port
destined for
foreign waters
fearful to tread
unknown territory
confidence
slipping away
A lovely blossom
in full bloom
heat scorching
the petals
lets go of the stem
graduallY
slipping away
a true love once
flourished
in the passion
of the sun
cools with the
evening breeze
emotions
slipping away.
poem by Heather Burns
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Still Slipping Away
Ships leaving the
port
destined for
foreign waters,
fearful to tread
unknown territory.
Confidence
slipping away.
A lovely blossom
in full bloom,
heat scorching
the petals
lets go of the
stem.
Gradually
slipping away.
A true love
once flourished,
in the passion
of the sun,
cools with the
evening breeze.
Emotions
slipping away.
poem by Heather Burns
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