He Believes Her
She dyes her hair that he is not aware.
He does not suspect but admires her youth.
As for as he thinks, she is young and cute.
With that conviction, he’s sure in his love.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Look Cute Today
Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'
'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'
Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.
Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…
You look cute today!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Sometimes I Do Suspect
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
poem by Gert Strydom
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Still Young
A wrinkled man
Writing of his love that he longs to hold
Remembers he is still young
A women walking with a cane
To help her a long her retired ways
Remembers she is still young
The child holding on dearly
To his mother thinks
He is old
Why we believe that age really matters
Age is just a number
Youth is not a time of life it is a
State of mind
The oldest of men and the youngest of girls are all young
Just in different ways we might
Not know it yet
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Cloaks Of 23
I want you
but I know you
suspect this already
taking bites of it like
a ripe delicious apple
with those perfect teeth
looking at me
through the bedroom eyes
of nonchalant youth
feasting on admiration
and attention
from us over thirties
who crave in you
our last grasp at the youth
which was once ours;
now consoling ourselves
with work, money or security,
thinking just maybe
you'd swap the latters
for the true love of the
young men who surround you
in their twenties.
Youth never understands
that age
does not abandon its own youth
rather
our older faces relentlessly
cover its relentless
insurgencies smashing our illusions.
So it is not
just you we crave
but our own fading youth
you represent
as we find ourselves meandering down the years
our minds fixed on how we were
at 17 or 23.
The body defeats
ultimately our youthful sense of agelessness
but that is something that can never be explained
to young girls of 23.
In fact if you approached most of us
we would blush and flee
because it is not you we crave
but our own young selves
at 17 and 23-
selves which abandoned us
for the cheap price of fleeting years
leaving us as oarless dingys
floating on an aging seas.
So as we
console our sorrow
with money or power
which do not sate
we, too, gaze back longingly;
youthful pasts
represented by you
clad now in only our poor cloak
for what was once
our own youthful
youth.
So pass now
sweet sprite
by these older eyes-
apple core
to the ground-
because those seeds within
shall be rightfully
sewn
by other younger
youth's hands.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Former Rose Of Casterton
From Casterton in Victoria she lives far away
With hair dyes and hair tints does she hide her gray?
With shoulder length dark hair and lovely eyes of brown
She was a former Rose of Casterton Town.
In her prime she was one lovely to behold
But now in her late fifties she is getting old
Did she marry, mother children or lead a single life
For some lucky fellow she would have been a beautiful wife.
The wanderlust in her and when she was nineteen
She left and in Casterton was never more seen
The Rose of Glenelg and Casterton's Pride
She was missed from the Town in the brown countryside.
With anti ageing creams and hair dyes does she cloak time's decay
For she surely has known a far better day
Good memories of her with those who knew her to this day remain
Though in Casterton she never may be seen again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unskilful in the world's false forgeries.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although I know my years be past the best,
I smiling credit her false-speaking tongue,
Outfacing faults in love with love's ill rest.
But wherefore says my love that she is young?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O Love's best habit is a flattering tongue,
And Age, in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I'll lie with Love, and love with me,
Since that our faults in love thus smother'd be.
poem by William Shakespeare from The Passionate Pilgrim (1599)
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I love...
I love…
I love your hair
I love your eyes
I love your voice
I love every thing about you
I love the cute way you dress
I love your cricked smile
I love your dimples
I love every thing about you
I love the ring you always wear
I love the color of your hair
I love your height
I love every thing about you
I love your kindness
I love your love for everything
I love every thing about you
I love you
poem by Kalista Mccart
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Young Explorers
Two young lions surveyed the land
And paused to take it in,
As if the future could be planned,
So they would always win.
With hiding places here and there,
Shade from the burning sun
And danger spots they must beware,
Yet spaces they could run...
Life wasn't always hide and seek,
Life wasn't always bright...
For soon the day would pass its peak
And fade into the night...
Two young lions with lots to learn,
Exploring now and then.
When hunting, they must twist and turn
To help them catch again.
For now, they stood with dignity
And with a sense of pride...
Majestically and mightily,
As brothers, side-by-side.
Two young lions must carry on
The legacy of life,
Aware, they, too, will soon be gone,
Though battling to survive.
Their journey started years ago
When they were cubs at play...
Not knowing who was friend or foe,
Until they found their way...
Two young lions, aware, astute...
At one with Nature's Laws...
To children's eyes, they may look cute,
Yet watch those teeth and claws!
The young explorers hold no grudge
When things are fair and square.
Most of the time, they don't ask much...
They'll take the lions' share...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Young Explorers'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
quote by J.K. Rowling
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A Madrigal
Crabbed Age and Youth
Cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasance,
Age is full of care;
Youth like summer morn,
Age like winter weather;
Youth like summer brave,
Age like winter bare:
Youth is full of sports,
Age's breath is short,
Youth is nimble, Age is lame:
Youth is hot and bold,
Age is weak and cold,
Youth is wild, and Age is tame:-
Age, I do abhor thee;
Youth, I do adore thee;
O! my Love, my Love is young!
Age, I do defy thee-
O sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For methinks thou stay'st too long.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Conviction Of The Heart
Where are the dreams that we once had?
This is the time to bring the back.
What were the promises caught on the tips of our tongues?
Do we forget or forgive?
Theres a whole other life waiting to be lived when...
One day were brave enough
To talk with conviction of the heart.
And down your streets Ive walked alone,
As if my feet were not my own
Such is the path I chose, doors I have opened and closed
Im tired of living this life,
Fooling myself, believing were right, when...
Ive never given love
With any conviction of the heart
One with the earth, with the sky
One with everything in life
I believe well survive
If we only try...
How long must we wait to change
This world bound in chains that we live in
To know what it is to forgive,
And be forgiven?
Its been too many years of taking now.
Isnt it time to stop somehow?
Air thats too angry to breathe, water our children cant drink
Youve heard it hundreds of times
You say your aware, believe, and you care, but...
Do you care enough
To talk with conviction of the heart?
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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My Son, My Precious One
I had heard of the feelings of a mother for her son
But I never knew what it meant
Until my son, my precious one
As a gift from my God was sent
He was fat and cute, dark hair on his head
The first time they brought him to me
I felt such pride my heart nearly burst
For this was my son, Wesley
So much sheer pleasure he has given to me
This sweet little boy of mine
Time passes so fast and yet, seems so short
From birth the years past are nine
With hair now red and freckles a few
A dimple in his cute little chin
He can melt my heart, fade my temper away
When he gives me his cute little grin
Most times to me he is so sweet
And so rarely temper is seen
When mischief rises ever so high
In those beautiful eyes so green
He is my baby and always will be
And proudly his father’s son
So much love we give to him
Our son, our precious one
I thank God each day for giving to us
This one hundred percent little boy
Into our lives he brings so much
Our son, our most precious one.
poem by Sally Campbell
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For Anne Gregory
"Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
"But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair."
"I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
poem by William Butler Yeats (1933)
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The Undying Wish
As old, one still apes a youth,
Assumes to be young enough
And turn an object of ridicule
Without being aware of it.
30.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who can judge?
A lame horse and a cute ass were in love.
For the horse, she was cute, though an ass.
For the ass, he was a horse, though a lame.
Both were in love and their love was in tune.
An old gander and a young duck were in love.
For the gander, she was young,
For the duck, he was a gander.
Both were in love, which was in tune.
Outsiders only view their’s differently.
05.10.2000
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young.
J.K. Rowling in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2003)
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Youth is blind
Youth is power; youth is vigour;
Youth is initiative; youth is revolutionary;
Youth is dedication; youth is freedom;
Youth is love; youth is passion.
Yes, because youth is blind
Out of them elders make winds
01.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Broken Dream
I always had a sweet dream
A cute dream of being loved by a beautiful and cute girl
Slowly, I am getting older and older
When will I find the love of my life?
Is she even present in this world
Does such a girl exist?
As I love being in love
Although, love I do not have
Actually, I can never have love
Since, no girl wants to be in love with a nobody like me
All that I have managed to do, is to be a loser
Achieve I could nothing, not even love of a cute girl.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Ignorance Keeps The Love Flow
She loves him, who is seen with a cap on.
He loves her, who is seen with hair thick black.
She is not aware that he is a bald.
He is not aware that she is dyed.
With that ignorance, the love flourishes.
For love to sustain, ignorance is a tonic.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Return To Youth
Oh to be able to return to my youth
where everything was so new,
never a trouble to think about,
never a trouble to brew.
But youth is gone so quick, so fast.
It cannot last you know.
Only the memory of it can stay.
The memory won't let go.
I remember the tastes, the smells, the sights
as if it were yesterday.
They are most precious and dear to me
as now my hair turns gray.
Please let my brain keep pace with me.
Don't ever let it leave.
For I will lose my youth to the past,
never again to receive
the feeling that comes to only the young.
Oh please let me recall
all of those days that belong to me
from when I was so small.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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