Little Acorns
legs ache
from sitting
word processing
too long
legs ache
with achievement
solidly established
firmly planted
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ache, Ache, Ache
Stay calm
Put your mask of indifferent
Stay in control
You have gone through the worse
Stand tall
Throw the pain to the wall
Spread the smile
Even to deceive a little longer
Before it consumes you
And ache, ache, ache
Before it defeat you
With ache, ache, ache
Whisper you to break
For ache, ache, ache
Pushing you to the world
Full ache, ache, ache
Keep moving
Your body needs the adrenaline
Keep struggling
You don't want to end here
Glare angrily
It's better than being a hopeless
Act strongly
Do not let it weakens your will
Because it starts throbbing
An ache, ache, ache
Because you don't need pity
Though ache, ache, ache
They waiting you to fall
By ache, ache, ache
And wish you to slowly die
In ache, ache, ache
Focus on your duty
Forget other unnecessary mind
Carry your burden
Even you have to endure it forever
Brace the inevitable
Never let anything get you down
Give up is losing
Whatever left for you to own
But it keeps reminding you
Till ache, ache, ache
But it rounds you to the corner
To ache, ache, ache
You don't know where comes
This ache, ache, ache
And how to stop or numb
The ache, ache, ache
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Doll Parts
I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache
I am doll parts
Bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do, too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday you will ache like I ache
song performed by by Hole
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Live helthy
To day world
People are....
Some budy
Have back ache...
Some budy
Have leg ache...
Some budy
Have neck ache...
Some budy have
Stomach ache
Some have
Head ache...
All are ache...
Ache is not for
Good helth...
Good helth is
Not for ache...
Change your
Life style and
with your food
Live helthy....
Leave happy...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Alpine Traverse Each Step Victory Won
can you feel throb at back of skull?
can you feel vice tightening on head?
can you feel ache behind eyeballs?
can you feel ache behind cheek bones?
can you feel ache in spine back?
can you feel ache tightening in legs?
can you see weary grey fatigue?
can you push on push on push on?
life awaits over the next mountain ridge
life awaits over the next grueling summit
life awaits past the next mountain pass
life awaits past winter in mountain meadows
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Didn't Realize
Hey, why are you sitting on a cloud, dangling your legs over the edge?
Come down to earth and find reality, not dreams, and make a pledge,
to try and make an effort to succeed
with your feet firmly planted on the ground,
and where no shadows can obscure your mind,
so that your future’s sound.
Hey, WHY ARE YOU sitting on a cloud?
Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your situation,
but of course you're dead right, I can see that now.
Please accept my commiserations.
Eternal dreams!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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This Is who I Am
Theres heart-ache where these tears come from. Attached to them a life time of hurts caused by too many hopes gone awry.
Theres heart-ache buried so deep in this heart that its hard to seperate where the heart-ache ends and anger begins.
Anger strong enough to break through any kind of heart-ache.
Anger that paralyzes the heart to stone. Making it unbreakable to any heart-ache. Making it unbreakable for those that cause that heart-ache.
coupled with that anger is regrets and self-pity.
Drowning in them but at sinful piece.
This is what i'm used to.
This is who i am.
This is what i know, understand.
This all consuming emotion that builds day-2-day behind blu eyes that smile at every joke that goes bad.
poem by Laterressa Fowler
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Shampoo
Youre the shampoo in my eyes
You are the salt in my wounds
A necessity in life
But always in the wrong place
Youre the thorn in my side
You ache and ache and ache
Still I cant live without
You will be in me
Youre the warmth in the eyes
Not knowing what to do
Should you laugh or should you cry
You lead me to the wrong place
Youre the thorn in my side
You ache and ache and ache
Still I cant live without
You will be in me
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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The Feeling of Sleep
As I lay here in bed
The only thing I dread
Is when I wake up tomorrow
And wish for the feeling of sleep
As I finally rest form my long days of work
There is no more ache in my legs
As I lay in my cloud bed
I rest my head on nothing but air
As I drift in to sleep
It feels like happiness is in the air
I can’t feel my body
As I can only dream good dreams
For I love the feeling of sleep
As sleep hit its highest point
I’m no longer responsive
For this is the feeling of sleep
As I descend form my sleep
The ache comes back
as if I never fell asleep
seven hours has pass
but it felt like one hour
this the one thing
that I long for
and that is the feeling of sleep
Poem Writer,
By: Jackie Thielman
poem by Jackie Thielman
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When a stiff-necked bull stands with its four legs planted firmly and refuses to move, you cannot make it go ahead only by pulling it by the reins and using your whip.
Ache
The ache of my bosom
Is such, that it needs
The bite of your teeth
To make it ache
More and more…
And with this
Aching bosom,
My love, when I
Take leave of you,
The mark of your
Teeth - will always
Remain with me…
Making me ache
For you ~
Forever more…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Hot Legs
(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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No Map
Why… oh! … why
Does my heart ache so…
Why does love go…
To and fro…
Like saying good-bye…
When leaving home…
Or a voice you long to hear…
Over the phone…
Why…oh! Why
Does my heart ache so…
Love only one road…
Until you know…
Love an uncharted…
World of wonder…
A place with no map…
A place where you can meet God…
And see the sun and all it’s beauty…
Why…oh! .. Why
Is love so complicated…
Such a daring magical place…
Laughter at your own pace…
Love… Love …Love
They say God is Love…
An all day smile…
In touch with self…
For how long…
Or does that matter…
I love the ache…
Whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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The lofty legs are the beauty.
Short legs and short waist are the ducks.
Long legs and short waists are the geese.
Short legs and long waists are the penguins.
Lofty legs without waists are cranes
Who is graceful?
The crane stands out; the tall woman stands out.
29.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Feeling Headaches Occasionally PMS Intense
my PMS is secondary not primary
secondary is collateral range fallout
consequences lapping lunar cycles
birth red rose booms periodic flowers
my PMS is primary not secondary
work intense pressure creation created
back aches legs ache long sitting days
birth labour new life passage tunnel costs
your PMS is primary not secondary
i think sorry yours is bad lots of headaches
some more soon monthly regular pms headaches
post modern syndrome suffer gender regardless
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Gods live in our nerves.
Aching is pain and nuisance
Severity varies in annoyance,
Tooth ache, Head ache, stomach ache,
And Body ache. Do we forget to take,
Medicines for these aches and freaks,
We will be and pain killers we seek,
We may forget to take medicines,
For many disorders in blood and functions,
Which not affect our nerves at once,
But the effects are severe and life threatening,
Without the prescribed medicines,
We may not lead the healthy life,
Take your medicines regularly,
follow the advice of physicians,
For the disorders and diseases,
That we are blessed to have and suffer.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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This Aching Heart
This aching heart shall ache no more
For you, its ached too long
I told you my feelings clean cut and raw
And my pain you just prolong
This aching heart shall love no more
It will not ever love another
At all my efforts you just guffaw
Yet, still I love you like no other
This aching heart shall beat no more
For you, its beat too long
This is the day that I no longer abhore
myself, and learn to be strong
This aching heart shall ache no more
For my heart you are no longer in
This achign heart shall ache no more
I have a new life to begin
poem by Lucy Heart
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What Are We?
1) Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him dropp one leg.
What are we?
2) Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye,
And a long tail which she let fly;
And every time she went over a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
3) Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
What are we?
We have nothing to say today
We are being asked
What are we
And we think we are bullied
Because
Because we think we know what we are
Because we think we are the obvious
Plain like blue clouds, blue seas, blue kingfishers
Blue, blues, blue bruises, blue flag,
Blue crayon, blue surplus cars
Electric blue, shades of blue
We are black and blue
We feel blue
We think blue
We are blue.
And the obvious is like the biggest mountain ahead of us
And they ask: what is that?
And they see us
And ask us what are we?
Aren’t they all crazy?
We respect them and tell them nothing.
we have nothing to say forevermore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Daddy Long-Legs and the Fly
Once Mr Daddy Long-Legs,
Dressed in brown and gray,
Walked about upon the sands
Upon a summer's day;
And there among the pebbles,
When the wind was rather cold,
He met with Mr Floppy Fly,
All dressed in blue and gold.
And as it was too soon to dine,
They drank some Periwinkle-wine,
And played an hour or two, or more,
At battlecock and shuttledore.
Said Mr Daddy Long-legs
To Mr Floppy Fly,
'Why do you never come to court?
I wish you'd tell me why.
All gold and shine, in dress so fine,
You'd quite delight the court.
Why do you never go at all?
I really think you ought!
And if you went, you'd see such sights!
Such rugs! and jugs! and candle-lights!
And more than all, the King and Queen,
One in red, and one in green!'
'O Mr Daddy Long-Legs,'
Said Mr Floppy Fly,
'It's true I never go to court,
And I will tell you why.
If I had six long legs like yours,
At once I'd go to court!
But Oh! I can't, because my legs
Are so extremely short.
And I'm afraid the King and Queen
(One in red and one in green)
Would say aloud, 'You are not fit,
You Fly, to come to court a bit.'
O Mr Daddy Long-Legs,'
Said Mr Floppy Fly,
'I wish you'd sing one little song!
One mumbian melody!
You used to sing so awful well
In former days gone by,
But now you never sing at all;
I wish you'd tell me why:
For if you would, the silvery sound
Would please the shrimps and cockles round,
And all the crabs would gladly come
To hear you sing, 'Ah, Hum di Hum!''
Said Mr Daddy Long-Legs,
'I can never sing again!
And if you wish, I'll tell you why,
Although it gives me pain.
For years I could not hum a bit,
Or sing the smallest song;
And this the dreadful reason is,
My legs are grown too long!
My six long legs, all here and there,
Oppress my bosom with despair;
And if I stand, or lie, or sit,
I cannot sing one single bit!'
So Mr Daddy Long-Legs
And Mr Floppy Fly
Sat down in silence by the sea,
And gazed upon the sky.
They said, 'This is a dreadful thing!
The world has all gone wrong,
Since one has legs too short by half,
The other much too long!
One never more can go to court,
Because his legs have grown too short;
The other cannot sing a song,
Because his legs have grown too long!'
Then Mr Daddy Long-Legs
And Mr Floppy Fly
Rushed downward to the foaming sea
With one sponge-taneous cry;
And there they found a little boat
Whose sails were pink and gray;
And off they sailed among the waves
Far, and far away.
They sailed across the silent main
And reached the great Gromboolian plain;
And there they play for evermore
At battlecock and shuttledore.
poem by Edward Lear
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I Want To Be Old
I want to be old
And creek by the fire
I want to smell of rotting wood
It's all i desire
I want my joints to seize up
I want my legs to ache
I want my eyesight to fail
I want my skin to flake
To be old
I want to be old
I want false teeth
And not be able to chew
I want to be senile
A centigenarian fool
I want lots of wrinkles
Want my hearing to go
I want to be ignored
And i want to be slow
To be old
I want to be old
song performed by by Cure
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