It is my boon.
I eat less; I sleep less.
Yet I am tireless.
It is my boon.
I lust for, at sixty,
Women sixteen to sixty.
It is my boon.
I have the woman
Half my age in flirtation.
It is my boon.
I send the woman
In her teen to orgasm.
It is my boon.
So I want no heaven
As I lived through heaven.
It is my boon.
21.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
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0333 Hungry for Romance
Mills and Boon, Mills and Boon,
ravish me - but not too soon...
Boon and Mills, Boon and Mills,
steam my specs with bedtime thrills...
(M&B - publishers of bodice-ripper romance, with strict rules for their writers)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Campaign Song
Boom boom boom
Boon boon boon
Bane bane bane
Your campaign song
Is too loud, bane
I am riding on boon
Good and fine days
Ignorant of intended ways
Boom your campaign song
It was too loud, bane
I barely could manage
To hear your message
I voted for the other candidate
Your Boom song was too loud
It was good in our ears in June
But you sang it till December
That even kids should remember
I choose otherwise, voted you out
Is Campaign song bane or boon?
poem by Benjamin Paa Willie
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No!
Then they are bunch of Mzee,
But now, they have piece into sleaze.
They believe we are
Distopped by curaco
That is narcotic us
No!
You the baboon
The baboon
Who feeds in boon
Who misuses his boon
And bomb the boon
They believe they can Build something no nothin'
Rude rain of pain
No!
Not under the sun.
They are jocular,
But speak in oracular
They are living in humid
And they they left the small fry in arid.
No!
Will shall fight with the breath
Because they are arch enemy to us
But show in angel in face.
poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
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A Deep Ocean and Vast Universe!
Romance in real life is story of Mills & Boon;
Never leaves the hearts of lovers so soon!
Modern life short of romance is mechanical
Controlled by time makes all mad for love!
Love lost in young and middle ages is bad
As it makes all long for love very old, a pity!
Enjoying life to the full is a boon and satisfaction
Very few lucky ones get in life to the envy of all!
Nature has destined all to love and live well;
But man of mind not knowing by instinct ever
Browses books after books like Mills & Boon
To endeaour like a mission to the Moon last!
Pleasure is vast as Universe and deep as ocean!
If you struggle for Moon how will you measure all?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Butterflies
The withered sparkle-chips on earth spawn
Caterpillars ere butterflies shrunk in cocoon and cocoon
Swarm with myriad colours out when born
Success of ascension, patterned designs strewn
Egg to larva to pupate on
A cycle of struggle to emerge soon
Butterfly does flirt flower to flower upon
A triumphant mirth of silky, honeyed boon
O'human, ask within why you're gone
Lust and creed to you did who spoon
Out yourself from yourself when drawn
Bad and sad'll never be a boon
Waltz around butterflies iridescently on
Waft up hordes of success soon
Difficulties pupate to endure on
Butterfly be from birth though struggle-sown
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Here They Trysted, And Here They Strayed
Here they trysted, here they strayed,
In the leafage dewy and boon,
Many a man and many a maid,
And the morn was merry June.
'Death is fleet, Life is sweet,'
Sang the blackbird in the may;
And the hour with flying feet,
While they dreamed, was yesterday.
Many a maid and many a man
Found the leafage close and boon;
Many a destiny began -
O, the morn was merry June!
Dead and gone, dead and gone,
(Hark the blackbird in the may!),
Life and Death went hurrying on,
Cheek on cheek--and where were they?
Dust on dust engendering dust
In the leafage fresh and boon,
Man and maid fulfil their trust -
Still the morn turns merry June.
Mother Life, Father Death
(O, the blackbird in the may!),
Each the other's breath for breath,
Fleet the times of the world away.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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The Old Moon In The New Moon's Arms
The beautiful and slender young New Moon,
In trailing robes of pink and palest blue,
Swept close to Venus, and breathed low: 'A boon,
A precious boon, I ask, dear friend, of you.'
'O queen of light and beauty, you have known
The pangs of love - its passions and alarms;
Then grant me this one favour, let my own -
My lost Old Moon be once more in my arms.'
Swift thro' the vapours and the golden mist -
The Full Moon's shadowy shape shone on the night,
The New Moon reached out clasping arms and kissed
Her phantom lover in the whole world's sight.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Life boon
I like flower in the tree
I like bird in the sky
I like woman with free move
I like man dare to conquer
I like morning with sun
I like evening with moon
I like noon
That is life boon.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The sleep of the wicked people is a benefit for them and a boon to the world.
A Love Song
Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight’s fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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On the Infancy of Our Savior
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race,
Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one
A blessed Savior and a blessed Son.
O what a ravishment 't had been to see
Thy little Savior perking on thy knee!
To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast,
His milk-white body all unclad, undressed;
To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap
His spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap;
To see His desperate eyes with childish grace
Smiling upon His smiling mother's face;
And when His forward strength began to bloom
To see Him diddle up and down the room.
O who would think so sweet a Babe as this
Should ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss?
Had I a rag, if sure Thy body wore it,
Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it;
Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer:
The weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.
poem by Francis Quarles
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A Boon Of Freedom!
Who has really the boon of freedom in the world?
Plants, animals, men or birds want freedom forever;
Peace and happiness everybody loves to enjoy here.
The joy everyone enjoys is not ready to sacrifice ever;
The strongest dominates to maintain its freedom ever.
Survival depends upon the favourable situation only;
Life goes on for all living beings big or small somehow.
Living on land, swimming on sea and flying in air there’s
Survival of many beings in the world striving for satiation.
Land survivors cannot live in the sea and fly in the air;
Survivors of both on land and sea cannot fly in the sky;
Living on land man can survive on sea but not in the sky;
Of all the creatures only sea gulls and albatross survive
On land, sea and sky as they only have boon of freedom!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Moon Rhyme
In letters red
Whispers are shed
Of blood stained tears
And skin born paths
In letters red
The whispers bled
Deathbed fears
Aftermaths
Don’t cry at the Moon
Companion boon
Of travellers’ passing word
In distant planes
The light disdains
The dirge forever unheard
And hides the caves
Like tokens shed
The wall that craves
The words unsaid
To bury them deep inside
In whispers rushing tide
Don’t cry at the Moon
Companion boon
Across the sky born glide
In distant planes
The light disdains
The darkness hidden inside
And hides the face
Like a token shed
The silent trace
The words unsaid
To find a well so deep
Their place in death to sleep
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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It is often said that the earth belongs to the race, as if raw land was a boon, or gift.
quote by William Graham Sumner
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The full bright moon
At the door with honey-spoon
Oh! Her touch a boon!
haiku by Abdul Wahab
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Children
Children are like boon
They give us hope to live long
They fulfill our dreams
poem by Asif Andalib
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Karma
I
We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was
Who, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,
Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust,
Yet will I praise thy everlasting laws.
Beggared, my faith would never halt or pause,
But sing Thy glory, feasting on a crust.
Only one boon, one precious boon I must
Demand of Thee, O opulent great Cause.
Let Love stay with me, constant to the end,
Though fame pass by and poverty pursue.'
With freighted hold her life ship onward sailed;
The world gave wealth, and pleasure, and a friend,
Unmarred by envy, and whose heart was true.
But ere the sun reached midday, Love had failed.
II
Then from the depths, in bitterness she cried,
'Hell is on earth, and heaven is but a dream;
And human life a troubled aimless stream;
And God is nowhere. Would God so deride
A loving creature's faith?' A voice replied,
'The stream flows onward to the Source Supreme,
Where things that ARE replace the things that SEEM,
And where the deeds of all past lives abide.
Once at thy door Love languished and was spurned.
Who sorrow plants, must garner sorrow's sheaf.
No prayers can change the seedling in the sod.
By thine own heart Love's anguish must be learned.
Pass on, and know, as one made wise by grief,
That in thyself dwells heaven and hell and God.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The world is too much with us late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powersLittle we see in Nature that is oursWe have given our hearts away, a sordid boon
quote by William Wordsworth
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Happy Marriage Anniversary, Dear Spouse!
Nineteen years of married life,
Despite many kinds of strife,
And problems almost so rife –
Yet, happy husband and his wife!
The key to success is hard-work,
Good understanding ’tween spouses,
And loving, obeying children –
A boon to marriage upon earth.
With God as guide, always beside,
And blessings coming from heaven,
Years pass peacefully, very fast –
The morrow can’t be worrisome!
The difference is in each one’s hands;
It doesn’t require magic wands;
A marriage between man, woman
Is always made by heaven’s nod!
Just put your faith in mighty God,
And do your duty despite odds;
Go by your conscience without pause;
Our earthly life has divine cause!
‘Happy Marriage Anniversary, Dear Spouse! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-29-2009
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