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Grateful For All Kind Past Lovers

be grateful for all kind past lovers
who gave happiness in meteorite showers
fate directed flowers to home meadows

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Care Not With Jealousy

faces friends events
memories labyrinth mazes
time encapsulate lives

care not with jealousy
count not the few or many
time slip transcendency

most had another lover
multiple lovers four leaf clover
mind in joy hover cover

first taste love relationships
tender innocence time porous rips
reins embodiment fate slips

why hold passion jealous stubborn fast
to who were memories in your lovers past
bliss times pass sadly cannot always last

for each gentle soul passing light
which filled your lovers day or night
be grateful spark was noble bright

be grateful for all kind past lovers
who gave happiness in meteorite showers
fate directed flowers to home meadows

how many men women were in her his past
be grateful for of them all true love may be last
fate directed her him into your path hold fast

what is true love true beauty
real love enfolds sacred duty
true heart be time ever worthy

be beautiful in love forget times past
embrace now so sacred love may last
embrace the future waylay not time last

Dedicated to my friend Gregory Allen Uhan. May all happiness and joy, readers attain from reading this poem forever bless your soul my friend, we are and shall remain twin souls in poetry.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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True Love May Be Last

how many men women were in her his past
be grateful for of them all true love may be last
fate directed her him into your path hold fast

poem by Terence George Craddock
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When The Sun Come After Rain

WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.

When the sun comes after shadow
And the singing of the showers,
The girls go up the meadow,
Fair as flowers.

When the eve comes dusky red
And the moon succeeds the sun,
The girls go home to bed
One by one.

And when life draws to its even
And the day of man is past,
They shall all go home to heaven,
Home at last.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Passing Through

It's the laughter most I miss
and doing things in the sun.
I look in the mirror glass
and see a woman still young
loving, outgoing and fun.

Not ready to walk away from
looking for someone.
The ad said 'organized, goal-directed, person of heart
own my own home, love my son, reaching out,
coming back and moving on, ready for what's next.'

But the ad's responses were clear
They said
“Looking for woman with no baggage,
no children, no kids.”

How can love's issue, my son,
not be love to everyone?

Why is the narrow choice for me
between parenting or happiness?
Why not both?
Why not love mine and me?

I look at him and I do not see 'baggage' of any kind.
Yet many do.

I have the mother's dilemma
indeed all parents do:
lovers love
and give their best;
but nature has built me
for devotion
to children who
are not just passing through.

A man who understands that
is the one who loves me.

Hearts fire and passions storm
but true fire grows beyond it's self
expanding
into love,
not just for me and mine
but, for yours as well, indeed.

Those who cannot love the children.
are not lovers
but merely passing through.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Grateful

I carry you up in my arms
Hear you sing yourself to sleep
The sky opens up over your room
You sail into your moonlight dreams
Theres so much more than we can see
Theres so much more than we can see
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
I play this guitar, sing these songs
It changes me, instantly
Love is too simple a word
For here comes the sun in the morning
Suddenly happiness
Comes rolling out from inside me
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
I carry you up in my arms
Hear you sing yourself to sleep
The sky opens up over your room
You sail into your moonlight dreams
Theres so much more than we can see
Theres so much more than we can see
All we are and all we need is
All we are and all we need is
All we are is all we need to be
Grateful, oh grateful
Grateful, oh grateful
(all we are and all we need is)
(all we are and all we need is...)

song performed by by Bangles
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You Never know

Look out heart…
"I am grateful"…is not love…
Doing something for someone…
And getting…(I'm grateful) …
Is a watch out word…
You heard…"I can't love you"…
I'm just grateful, to you…
Oops…
Just grateful…?
Just grateful…!
You know…how I…feel about you…
And you…say…just grateful…
Damn! …
I expected much more…
From such a special touch…
Which was…I know now… a…
I am grateful…kind of touch…
How was I to know…?
My heart is on the floor…
Door…wide open…
Eye…running wet…
And yet…
I mis-judged-what-…
That look and touch was…
I guess I am grateful…as well…

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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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In Spring

See how the trees and the osiers lithe
Are green bedecked and the woods are blithe,
The meadows have donned their cape of flowers,
The air is soft with the sweet May showers,
And the birds make melody:
But the spring of the soul, the spring of the soul,
Cometh no more for you or for me.

The lazy hum of the busy bees
Murmureth through the almond trees;
The jonquil flaunteth a gay, blonde head,
The primrose peeps from a mossy bed,
And the violets scent the lane.
But the flowers of the soul, the flowers of the soul,
For you and for me bloom never again.

poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Sun Showers

Arthur freed / nacio herb brown
Sun showers
Never mind the rain
The sun will shine again
Through sun showers
In a little while
They sky above will srnile
Like luster that follows your kiss
Dark clouds of sorrow
Will soon be a sunny tomorrow
While sun flowers
Raise their happy eyes
Up to the flaming skies
Then sun showers
Leave us as they follow
Rainbows in our hearts
The gray skies soon will clear
My dear
While sun showers are here

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Roman Anemones

THE maiden meadows softly blush
Beneath the enamoured breeze,
And break into one purple flush
Of frail anemones.

Violet and rose and vermeil white,
Woven of sun and showers,
They seem to be embodied light
Transfigured into flowers.

poem by Mathilde Blind
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Two Young Lovers

It was the last day of summer
It was the first of a new romance
He walked into her on the corner
She said, i dont dance
He said, baby let me teach you
She said, o.k., when?
He said, how can I reach you baby
Id really like to see you again
He picked her up on a friday night
He took her for a bite to eat
His heart was beating and his hands were shaking
She thought he was sweet
And he stood on her shoes on the dance floor
Well, they were doing it cheek to cheek
And he walked her home and he kissed her
He was walking on air all week
Well, they couldnt stand to be apart
They couldnt leave one another alone
Her mama used to say, its getting late sweetheart
Its time that boy went home
And upstairs papa kissed mama
And she gave him a sweet caress
He said, heres to the two young lovers
Lets wish em every happiness
It was the last day of summer
They came walking home hand in hand
They went and told her mama
They showed her the wedding band
Mama cried and poured the wine
Papa just said God bless
Now, heres to the two young lovers
Lets wish em every happiness

song performed by by Dire Straits
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Prayer of Flowers

Behind the flowers an angel sings
Every hour showers what life brings
Be patient my friends and grow
Love always shows the way home

Earth kisses flowers of sky blue
Joy is a gift in the soul of the true
Bring your smiles of gentle hope
May all your heart be known

May all your dreams like flowers grow

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Well unfortunately I didn't work with Andre much. But rap is a strong presence in the culture and anyone is going to grateful for its appearance, grateful for any kind of music that has the kind of effect that rap has had on us all.

quote by Harvey Keitel
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Modern Love XI: Out in the Yellow Meadows

Out in the yellow meadows, where the bee
Hums by us with the honey of the Spring,
And showers of sweet notes from the larks on wing,
Are dropping like a noon-dew, wander we.
Or is it now? or was it then? for now,
As then, the larks from running rings pour showers:
The golden foot of May is on the flowers,
And friendly shadows dance upon her brow.
What's this, when Nature swears there is no change
To challenge eyesight? Now, as then, the grace
Of heaven seems holding earth in its embrace.
Nor eyes, nor heart, has she to feel it strange?
Look, woman, in the West. There wilt thou see
An amber cradle near the sun's decline:
Within it, featured even in death divine,
Is lying a dead infant, slain by thee.

poem by George Meredith
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Between the Showers

Between the showers I went my way,
The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers
The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,
The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
Between the showers.

poem by Amy Levy
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My Last Dream

If you look,
you still can
find empty
Summer meadows….

where paths
and roads
are made
of grass….

there, early
Rabbits run
wild through
pink eyed
flowers….

and the Sun
sprinkles mornings
with dew-
dripping showers.

But later as
the late sun runs….

you sleep,
as
candy floss
blossoms
drift down
to colour
the black
picnic cloth.

And now...

you are gone.

poem by Ian Bowen
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Butterfly On Eye Screen

Butterfly on eye screen
Enlightens heart and wins
Nice to watch beautiful scene
One might feel missed chance if seen

Lovely to watch their different colors
White, green, yellow and like rose flowers
They all comes up after first rainy showers
Show it to the world that they hold key to powers

What a way to feel near the nature!
When it looks pleasant to take their care
They fly from one flower to another
To touch the face and fly to others

Poetic imagination may catch fancy
As it is beautiful gift from almighty
Who else can grant them such lovely show?
To please the human being and grow

Lovers may have slight different feeling
As they may watch them with love inkling
How often they show their liking for flowers?
Kind of an impulse to be felt by only lovers

Their life can be compared with that of true love
Very short lived and dangerous if not carefully drove
Their wings may get clipped and ruined
If caught with force and claimed

In no way they need to be harmed
Allow e freedom to move on and charmed
It is always nice to dream and be dreamed
As they are another name for pair to be teamed

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Perfect World

We can realign the stars if you just close your eyes.
We can watch the skies like we did before.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning still thinking you are in a dream from the night before.
Happiness is when you breathe the perfume of flowers not noticing their backdropp against the luscious carpet of emerald meadows.
Happiness is following the intrinsic requests of your heart and soul and happy in the idea that you are doing what your heart desires most.
While all around you the mighty world strikes at the portal to your very being, essence of yourself.
Happiness is feeling that you’re only a small example of a grand creation yet still feeling higher than the mountains themselves.
Happiness is when you smile at yourself in the mirror without thinking of someway to change yourself.
Happiness is walking out the house not caring what your appearance is because you don’t care what people think of you.
Happiness is knowing that you are loved for you and not some made-up unnatural stranger.
To be seen as the real me, not letting anyone put me down or hold me back is what would make me happy.
Hence why I smile eternally.

poem by Jane Tomlin
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A Song

Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,
Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bind
A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils,
Because my love is fair and white and kind.

To-day the thrush has trilled her daintiest phrases,
Flowers with their incense have made drunk the air,
God has bent down to gild the hearts of daisies,
Because my love is kind and white and fair.

To-day the sun has kissed the rose-tree's daughter,
And sad Narcissus, Spring's pale acolyte,
Hangs down his head and smiles into the water,
Because my love is kind and fair and white.

poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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My husband gave up all his work to stay at home with the kids, and we split all the duties at home. I do all the boring stuff - like pay the bills, and he does all the exercising for both of us, which I'm very grateful for... I thank him for it regularly.

quote by Erika Slezak
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The Gardener

WITHIN this garden space are set
Sweet mignonette and violet,
Sunk in rich mould; at dawn and night
Their leaves dew-wet.
Who set them in the kindly loam
Lies buried 'neath the clover-foam
Of alien meadows, far away
From his loved home.
If it be glory thus to pass
For Honour's sake, and 'neath the grass
Red-wounded lie, then he, in truth,
Great glory has.
Yet, blossoms that he loved and set! —
Sweet mignonette, sweet violet —
Not Honour's self, nor Glory's crown,
Can stay regret.
'Twixt bud of leaf and fall of leaf,
Why should Fate in an hour so brief
Wreck flower and flower, and nurse alone
The cypress — Grief?
He is not gone — not all of him;
For trees have memories; leaf and limb
Shall breathe his name, and grateful flowers
At twilight dim.
For like these blooms, he left behind
Some fragrance, subtle and refined —
A memoried sweetness that shall haunt
Tree, flower and wind.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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