Impossibly in Love Forever
So many days have passed
Crisscrossing innumerable
Summers and autumns
Since we’ve met,
But in my heart,
You remain beautiful and young.
I’m happy to have never noticed
Any other feminine face,
I’ve discovered the only destiny
For which my entire being is driven.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Young And Beautiful
So young and beautiful
So young and beautiful
U're so young and beautiful
U're so full of life - everybody knows
That's why they try 2 take advantage of u...
but u don't have 2 do what the other ones do
U're so cool - the world at your feet,
they only want ur virginity
Keep ur clothes on and ur chastity
until u find the one that's worth it baby
So young and beautiful
So young and beautiful
U're so fine my heart's just pounding
If I had the chance 2 lay u down,
I'd probably take a rain check 'til next summer
cuz I don't wanna b like all ur other lovers
young and beautiful
young and beautiful
So young and beautiful
I'm hippin' u 2 the game darlin'
so that u'll always remain
young and beautiful
young and beautiful
oh yeah
song performed by by Prince
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Tomorrow Comes
Tomorrow comes
Don't you worry
Spring again blooms
Don't be in a hurry
You are young once
Like spring days
Give life a chance
And its many ways
Tomorrow comes
Like night after a day
Summer and autumns
Do I more daresay
Longings are in the breeze
That follows the air around
Around the summer trees
And everywhere else it's found
Tomorrow comes
It's in its destiny
Like pictures in albums
It's in your company
Summer and autumns
Winter and springs
Each of life's rhythms
That tomorrow brings
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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A Sky So Blue
I never noticed how beautiful the sky
is when you lay on the ground
I never noticed until I opened my eyes
and really looked around
I noticed the pretty white clouds
and the sky so Beautiful Blue
The innocence in the sky
reminded me so much of You
I wounder is you're happy
looking down from that great big sky
I wonder if you remember me
When you're sitting up there so high
I suppose everything will be okey
looking up at the sky so Blue
And I suppose the sky is happy
having someone up there like you
We had to do a 'Notice' poem in my English class... So this poem is kind of ammiture... but I hope you like it anywyas.//♥
poem by Jade Just me
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Oh Happy Days
Oh happy days,
Everyone likes you.
Oh happy days,
Please stay today.
Oh happy days,
Sweet like honey.
Oh happy days,
loving family ties.
Oh happy days,
Giving us strength.
Oh happy days,
Children out playing.
Oh happy days,
On the green grass.
Oh happy days,
With boundless optimism.
Oh happy days,
I give thanks.
Oh happy days,
Dreaming for more.
Oh happy days,
Warm and bright.
Oh happy days,
Like love eternal.
Oh happy days,
And glad memories.
Oh happy days,
New hope prayers.
Oh happy days,
With smiling faces.
Oh happy days,
Holidays and health.
Oh happy days,
With close friends.
Oh happy days,
Generous and giving.
Oh happy days,
Shiny rainbow dreams.
Oh happy days,
Till the very end.
Oh happy days,
Always and forever.
Amen.
poem by Rowina Mallick
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Dear Love, Do You Remember?
Dearest one, do you remember,
As we sat side by side,
How you told me that you loved me,
Asked me to be your bride.
And you told me we'd be happy,
Through all the years to come,
If we ever would prove faithful,
As in the days when we were young.
Oh! how well do I remember,
The kind and loving words,
And now as I sat dreaming,
The thoughts my memory stirs.
But the days have passed before me,
And the scenes of long ago,
But I can never forget the
Days that have passed o'er.
Oh! how clearly I remember
The days when we were young,
How we would tell to each other
Of happy times to come,
And as we would sit together,
That dear loved one and I,
Oh, sat dreaming of the future,
And childhood days gone by.
Dearest love, do you remember
The first time that we met --
Our youthful days have gone, love,
I hope you love me yet,
Now we are growing old, love,
Our heads will soon be gray,
May we ever love each other
Till from earth we pass away.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Autumn in Mosaic! !
Shreds of red n orange, on base very jade
Spread in the yard, winters on the chase
Tangled all the way, dispersal is its phase
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Chills in the wind, blowing in all grace
No warmth in trees, no more cozy shades
Saying bye with a hope, then asks to wait
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Same were the days
You by my side and a hint of haze
Lost somewhere, never solved that maze
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Come home back to me, you are dearly missed
For world its fall, but my heart's ablaze
Desires so many, like the buds in Mays
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
poem by Samima Shah
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Life Embodied Keys Wisdom Waters
a sage slow learns
wisdom drip
by distilled slow drip
through spring
summers
season boundless
joy sorrows
autumns
leaf shifting
light tints
through ill winters
lean chill lessons
life distilled waters
through birth spring
hot emotive summers
change shift autumns
life shock ice winters
in all seasons
life embodied keys
wisdom waters
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Never Trust Women
NEVER TRUST WOMEN
Never trust women, men’s ruinous ribs,
and when they speak truthfully you should beware;
no fig-leaves can cover their feminine fibs
if offered an apple they want you to share,
so when you are thinking of planting a garden,
and find someone feminine, fair, photogenic,
don’t fall for her, since you may not get a pardon
once you have discovered that she's not Edenic.
Inspired by two lines Zachary wrote to Abe Mezrich to celebrate the first portion of the Torah which is read tomorrow on Shabbat Breishit:
Trust not ye: woman, the gullible rib,
lest from home you are driven, and left with a fig.
© 2009 Gershon Hepner 10/16/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
Susan Sontag in Against Interpretation (1966)
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What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
quote by Susan Sontag
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What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
quote by Susan Sontag
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The Prodigal
I face the day again
Against the window pane.
I remain your closest friend,
And wish you back again.
You wonder how i feel;
You think you've pushed too far.
If only you could see this pen
Scribbling down my heart.
I'll be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But i'll be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
I'll run when i see you--
I'll meet you.
But still the days drag on.
Why did you decide to go?
Did you only need to see
What only time can show?
I'll be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But i'll be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
I'll run when i see you.
And even if
You never do return,
Still i will have learned
How to love you better.
I'll be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
But i'll be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
I'll run to meet you.
I'll be waiting.
I may be young or old and gray,
Counting the days,
I'll be waiting,
And when i finally see you come,
I'll run to meet you.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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When I Was A Young Girl
(A Song of Old Ballads)
WHEN I was a young girl, all in a green arbor,
When I was a young girl in Springtimes gone by
All the long days I went singing and smiling,
Down by the roses the sweet days beguiling,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
Oh, the long days I must sit at my sampler,
Oh, the slow way that the still time would go!
I longed to be running across the bright heather,
'Off with the silk gown and on with the leather,
Following the raggle-taggle gypsies, oh!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl in days that were golden,
When I was a young girl, and life had no smart,
All the world seemed a place for my playing,
Full of great lovers to come to me, saying,
'Madam, I give you the keys of my heart . . .'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, and dreaming apart!
When I was a young girl, I dreamed of my lover,
A tall cavalier who should whisper me low,
'Love, on your lips are red roses a-blowing,
I am your true love, and fast is time going
Am I your true love? Oh, say yes or no!'
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl–
When I was a young girl, a long time ago!
When I was a young girl there came my true lover,
Swiftly I knew him in glad days gone by;
Never a sword or a lovelock or feather,
But oh, at his touch 'twas our hearts came together,
Love in the arbor and love in the sky . . .
When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl,
When I was a young girl, how happy was I!
poem by Margaret Widdemer
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If She Does
We’ve got in pumpkins-
Entire bins of pumpkins- and my job today
Was to kill the ants,
And think of something:
And this really beautiful mother came in today-
She looked like someone’s sister.
She looked like she’d played soccer in high school.
Then a man came in with gold teeth,
And I think he made a comment about my face
Under his breath-
I shouldn’t like to think what he had to say,
But I know he was Italian and a painter
And from New York,
But definitely not an artist,
And I was glad when he went away,
And after he went away I thought again of myself as
An artist
Who must try and look at his face from the sunburned
Shadows from the best possible angles
And try to make the best of it,
And be happy that that beautiful young mother came in
And asked my name,
And said that she would be back to buy a Christmas tree.
If she comes, then I’ll have to find out her name,
And see if she doesn’t want to ride bicycles near the sea:
If she does it will be the first time I’ve been with a woman
In seven years,
And the very first time I’ve been with a beautiful woman
Not counting a couple prostitutes
If she does.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Destiny
People tell me my life was predestined
From my life others shall learn a lesson
Born a leader with the world on my shoulder
Age is young but my mind is much older
Living up to everyone's expectation
Condemned me to a world of damnation
I gotta clear these voices from my head
All these opinionated noises
Listen to the voice of my creator
Opens door to a path much greater
On this path the days draw nearer
When I can be happy, finally happy yeah
1 - Searching for my destiny
I'll search for what makes me happy
??? what others thought of me
I gotta be happy, finally happy
Searching for my destiny
I'll search for what makes me happy
??? what others thought of me
I gotta be happy, finally happy
Time to broaden my horizons
Come out from the dark and opened up my eyes and
Started to define my destiny
Experience what life can really be
No longer concerned with your opinion
Over my life I have dominion
I'm stronger now than before
I'm sure I can be so much more
Not what you thought I would be
Cuz I'm gonna be happy yeah
I'm gonna be happy
Finally you see, oh
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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This Beautiful Day
THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY
This beautiful day-
There have been so many days like this in my life-
So many good days-
So many blessed days-
Days I could walk and think and write,
As I liked -
Days just seeing the world made me happy-
For all these days-
And for whatever such days I have left-
I thank You God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You'd Be Making a Lot More Money
Why don't you go somewhere else,
Where you can become more 'noticed'.
'Noticed?
Noticed for what? '
What it is that you do.
'I don't know what you mean by that,
However...
What makes you 'think' I am not noticed? '
You can't be.
Not here.
'Oh...
I see where you're going with this.
You mean 'noticed' in a way,
That celebrities and stars are noticed'
Yeah, yeah...
Exactly.
'So you can say you know me?
Is that it? '
NAW!
So 'you' can be happy!
'And...
I'm not happy? '
You can't be!
'Why? '
Because you live 'here'!
'OH...
So I can not be happy,
Doing exactly what I choose to do...
AND live here.
Is that it? '
People don't have respect,
For someone like you...
Here!
'And what makes you think,
I am not accustomed to being disrespected?
That has nothing to do with what it is I do.
Nor my choice to live here.
I love what I do.
I love where I live.
I love the people I come in contact with.
Why would I choose to go somewhere else?
I can expect to get disrespected.
AND...
Check it out!
That has helped me achieve my success!
And I couldn't afford to get that anywhere else,
But right here.
That may seem foolish to you!
But my mama didn't raise no fools! '
You'd be making a lot more money!
'To have you calling me every five minutes,
To borrow some?
No thanks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost Love
I despise the day when she went away
I miss her like a warm summers day
I need her like the desert needs rain
Last years bitter loving must remain
She was Like a dream my every desire
Put out my flame like rain to a fire
I would wait in vain and often yearn
Il regain my flame on her return
Times gone by days have passed
Are tender loving was not to last
So many things that went un said
My one true love my hearts now bled
A heart so caring respectful and pure
I was sick in the head for her and there wasn't a cure
poem by Nic Hillen
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
poem by David Bennett
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Honor To Rememeber
Not a day might have been passed
From your memory to be glanced
Such a happy and long union
With a long time wife as companion
I congratulate it in earnest
As it has remained very best
Coming days must be fruitful
As it has been very much successful
Life as such is beautiful
We have everything in plentiful
Only it should be spent with happiness
All the time it must be seen on the face
Days and years have turned into decades
But memory remains fresh and never fades
You are moved with the happy moments
As life was always challenging with movements
When you sit on the bench alone
You feel happy and not lone
It is nice to feel about past life
When everything had been quiet from wife
So rejoice at long and comfortable inning
You have scored all the goals as winning
Nothing remains now to be seen as failure
Life was happy at all the times for very much sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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