I justified my act
Having known in the literary circle
That what I have stolen from him
Had itself been a stolen one,
I ceased feeling guilt of my act
26.02.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Christmas Cards
Every christmas card I write
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Has been stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write has been stolen
Stolen
Has been stolen
Every christmas card I write
On the little desk in the corner of my room
I find stolen the next day
I find stolen the next day
All of the christmas cards I write
Become stolen the next day
From my room
In my little desk in the corner of my room
Every christmas card I write
Is stolen
Is stolen
Every christmas card I write
Been stolen
From the little desk in the corner of my room
Its been stolen
Every day
Every christmas card I write
Has been stolen from my desk
I dont know why
Its been stolen
Its been stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
Stolen
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The stolen heart
The stolen heart
~
Someone beautiful stole my heart
Then threw it away
Now I've locked it in a cage
Never to be stolen or lost again
What value is love
That I can claim upon
Or that I have ever known
Heartache is familiar
All to common a feeling
The world offers little to me
And I accept next to nothing
So when a beauty came calling
Passing by in her way
My heart was stolen, in a look
Which fell to the wayside
The gutter where I found my love
Someone beautiful stole my heart
Only to leave it alone to rot
So I locked it in a cage
Never to be taken ever again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Stolen Moments
Because you were stillborn my little niece
The moment of me holding you in my arms for the first time has been stolen.
I’ll never have that moment of hearing you say my name that moment has also been stolen.
I’ll never feel your sweet kisses on my cheek or your hugs around my neck more stolen moments.
A lot of the special moments we would have shared have been stolen.
But I want you to know the moment of me loving you my little sweet angel was not.
The moment I knew of you; you stole my heart.
I’ll love you in this moment and every moment for the rest of my life.
This poem is dedicate in memory to my little niece who I passed away today 3/1/08. She was stillborn
The last two elections were stolen. They were stolen and so we will not rest until we reclaim our democracy and this is what today is all about.
quote by Barbara Lee
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I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
quote by Mary Harris Jones
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Stolen Innocence
Her face is beauty
Yet marred by the pain in her eyes.
The tears she sheds
Fall to the ground
Like liquid diamonds
And shatter there alone.
And I cry for her
Stolen Innocence.
Tis a beautiful thing,
The raw purity of
Innocence in Youthful Bloom.
It's meant to last forever.
Meant to eternally bless those
Endowed with such a gift.
But when choice is stolen
And Beauty turns to Brokenness
I weep for its
Stolen Innocence.
poem by Sunny Grace
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Doppelgänger
He’s stolen my looks,
And read all my books,
He’s stolen my clothes,
Yes the basics too!
My underwear raided,
He’ll need smaller sizes,
He’s copied my walk,
And now knows how I talk,
He’s mirrored my hair,
And captured my flare,
He’s worked for my build,
But he isn’t as skilled,
He’s got my posture,
And pulls it off well,
My shoes he has,
That he will never fill,
My identity stolen,
It is time for a change,
Let’s shake things up,
I’ll have a range.
*A German word for any double or look-alike of a person
© Michael Moorcroft October 18th 2009
poem by Michael Moorcroft
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Without a car in Pretoria
There are few things that bother as much
as to look for you car
and almost to count the other car’s,
when you come round a corner
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to know the fear
that it is stolen.
There are fewer things that bother as much
as when two of your cars get stolen
and something is wrong with the insurance of both
and to be without any car in Pretoria
and to tell everyone that you call
of your predicament
and no Police ever being able to find any car
and every similar car that drives by
looks to you like the stolen one
and the robbers are now much better off than you.
There are few things that bother as much
as to walk
and stand with a hand stretched out
and the worst is to tell other people
and to be without a car in Pretoria
and to read comprehension in their eyes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Extraction Ravens ^^^
- The raven has stolen-that?
-Cheese, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... - that?
-Words, and what? !
- Raven has stolen... What?
-Notes, and that else!
- Well, also what? !
-Raven sang a song...
-Well, also what? !
- Raven sang all night long....
- Cheese! Give to raven che-e-e-e-se!
25.10.08.
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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One should punish a child the first time he comes home with a stolen egg. Otherwise, the day he returns home with a stolen ox, it will be too late.
Stolen In Our Silence
Our dreams are sometimes lost
in the words we do not say
stolen in our silence
they are spirited away.
Our thoughts go unnoticed
our voice is quiet
whisked away in the wind.
We ourselves are forgotten
our voice never to be heard
stolen in our silence
that spirits our life away.
We find ourselves one of many
who have travelled down this road
whose voices are quiet
lost in words we did not say
stolen in our silence
and quietly spirited away.
28 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen.
quote by Martha Gellhorn
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Because we have so much eye candy and mind candy, spending so much time trying to pay the rent, all of this conspires to keep us from thinking too hard or taking action from that. Our time is stolen. So much of our daily life is stolen.
quote by Lydia Lunch
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Whos That Girl?
there were places we would go
at midnight
there were secrets that nobody else would know
theres a reason but i dont know why,
i dont know why
dont know why
i thought they all belonged to me
whose that girl
wheres she from?
no she cant be the one
that you want
that has stolen my world
its not real its not right
its my day its my night
by the way whose that girl
livin' my life
oh no
livin' my life
seems like everythings the same around me
then i look again and everything has changed
im not dreamin' so i dont know why
dont know why
shes everywhere i want to be
whose that girl
wheres she from?
no she cant be the one
that you want
that has stolen my world(stolen my world)
its not real its not right
its my day its my night
by the way whose that girl
livin' my life
im the one that made you laugh
i made you feel
i made you sad
im not sorry
for what we did
for who we were
im not sorry
im not her
whose that girl
wheres she from?
no she cant be the one
that you want
that has stolen my world(stolen my world)
its not real its not right
its my day its my night
by the way whose that girl
livin' my life
oh no
livin' my life
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Only because
My child has been stolen
My time is not mine
I felt void.
Nobody is here to hear
I dare not to go
In this air tight
In this dark sight.
My fear my tear my cheer
My life void
Only because rules
Regulations are not there
And my child stolen.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Prayer To Her
A prayer to her
A cry between two souls, its all that can be done.
Staring in the face of death,
a blank stare between brothers.
A touch colder than the fear itself,
a known fortune, blanketed by hope.
A stolen angel, a stained memory,
a plague God conceived on the minds of the weary.
Questions never to be answered,
a child of life stolen by seconds.
Innocence captured by nightmares,
dreams of life stolen by faith.
Where is God, stealing the souls of children,
the wisdom of life forgotten,
stabbed in the back by the holy.
Our father who art in heaven,
spite thy name for the innocence he captured,
alone are the souls he left behind,
for ever and ever. Amen..
poem by Shane Lewicki
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One’s behavior
The things that we gathered from many
Are taken away by a few.
The things that we scatter on many
Were stolen from a few.
09.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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