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A Prophecy. February 1807

HIGH deeds, O Germans, are to come from you!
Thus in your books the record shall be found,
'A watchword was pronounced, a potent sound--
ARMINIUS!--all the people quaked like dew
Stirred by the breeze; they rose, a Nation, true,
True to herself--the mighty Germany,
She of the Danube and the Northern Sea,
She rose, and off at once the yoke she threw.
All power was given her in the dreadful trance;
Those new-born Kings she withered like a flame.'
--Woe to them all! but heaviest woe and shame
To that Bavarian who could first advance
His banner in accursed league with France,
First open traitor to the German name!

poem by William Wordsworth
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Just One Rose...

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just one rose, a pretty rose...
just one rose for me with no coze...
just one rose pure and true...
just one rose for me is all i can do...

just one rose somewhere out there...
just one rose for me to care...
just one rose when dark days prevail...
just one rose when people only use petrail...

just one rose and all the time...
just one rosefor me is a crime...

poem by rose of death XxX
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Where Your First Rose?

Someone use to remember loved once after many years (first rose-First love) that we never forget. Looking for it again hence nothing can accomplishes first love. Time has changed every things...
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Where your first rose?

Where your first rose?
I know you looking for it
But you cannot find...

Where your first rose?
I know you having forget it
Somewhere that you don’t know...

Where your first rose?
Hiding some where
You cannot ever reach...

Where your first rose?
Beneath someone heart
That you don’t know the person...

Where your first rose?
That cherish for ever
You forget to rescue it...

Where your first rose?
That you need to smell it
But you didn’t...

Where your first rose?
Smell like angels perfume
You once smell...

Where your first rose?
That you looking every where
Run away from you...

Where your first rose?
That born together in every soul
But you chased away...

Where your first rose?
That gives you happiness
Forever and forever...

Where your first rose?
That you kissed it every day
When you have it...

Where your first rose?
That you still looking for it
After many years left by...

Where your first rose?
That gives you every thing
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Where your first rose?
That only dedicated you
By a true angel on earth...

Where your first rose?
You will have it never
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Where your first rose?
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Where your first rose?
That’s become a disappear
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Where your first rose?
That has an ocean deep of value
You value it forever...

Where your first rose?
Away from you now
That’s you call every day...

Where your first rose?
You call by dreams
But really cannot touch...

Where your first rose?
You call by name
But didn’t hear your voice...

Where your first rose?
Whispering with you
Every nights and days...

Where your first rose?
That sung a songs ever nights
To lullaby...

Where your first rose?
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where its still...

That’s with me

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Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2010

poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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A Rose Will Fade

You were always a dreamer, Rose - red Rose,
As you swung on your perfumed spray,
Swinging, and all the world was true,
Swaying, what did it trouble you?
A rose will fade in a day.

Why did you smile to his face, red Rose,
As he whistled across your way?
And all the world went mad for you,
All the world it knelt to woo.
A rose will bloom in a day.

I gather your petals, Rose - red Rose,
The petals he threw away.
And all the world derided you;
Ah! the world, how well it knew
A rose will fade in a day!

poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Red Rose Destitute Prostitute

Rose has the reddest hair I've seen...
Rose is a prostitute of high repute....
Rose smiles and all your thorns fall off
along with your shoes..............................
Rose and I get along real swell not like
you think....
Rose lives on the streets as well...being as
she is actually she has as many as tree
or four homes a day.
Rose did not show up for her doctors appointment.....
Rose was found in an empty lot with her bush
lopped off.
Rose was destitute when found she was sent off on
what we call the gravy train to every where
rose was cremated under tarp then bailed out.

poem by Cigar Aficionado
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My Glasses That See Love

I go thru life with my eyes wide open
searching for that true love I'm craving to find,
only to see these rose-tinted glasses are
making my vision partiality blind.

Yet I do know what would be
in store,
I'd take the glasses off and no longer get the
chance to see
the beauty of romance that I've been waiting for,
the intensifying rose color,
as in a precious rose will always remains the core,
for it is the
lasting rose colored hue,
that by which makes all true love true.

poem by Linda I. Weischedel
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May-Rose

On this day to life she came—
May-Rose, my May-Rose!
With scented breeze, with flowered flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
Here, to-day, she grows and flowers—
May-Rose, my May-Rose.
All my life with light she dowers,
And colors all the coming hours
With May, Rose!

poem by George Parsons Lathrop
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Sonnet: The Accursed

Accursed are those who play with innocent lives;
Accursed are those who bring ruin on earth;
Accursed are those by whom progress nose-dives;
Accursed are those who cut life’s-thread and breath.

Accursed are those who bring the country down;
Accursed are those betraying motherland;
Accursed are those who kith and kin disown;
Accursed are those who have a traitor’s hand.

Accursed are the unpatriotic souls;
Accursed are bureaucrats who are corrupt;
Accursed are those who use/ misuse loopholes;
Accursed are those who good things interrupt.

Accursed are persons who don’t love their land;
Accursed are those men who need reprimand.

6-18-2001

poem by John Celes
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A Red Rose for You

I wish a rose can last forever.
I wish the pedals never fall,
The chance of becoming true? Never.
This rose will have you know it all.

The red rose I have for you
Is as pure as my love for you.
It will let you know that my
Love for you is true.

Hopefully this rose,
Will give you warmth in your heart.
If you feel the warmth,
That's the feeling that we will never be apart.

This red rose I have for you
Will show you the beauty I see.
Everytime I see you,
You are the beauty to me.

This rose will show you
The smile that brightens up my day.
This rose will show you on every pedal,
The words I love you in every way.

This red rose for you
Might show you I'm shy.
But I know for a fact,
That it will show that for you, I'll light up the sky.

This red rose for you,
Will let you know,
That for you,
Any where I'll go.

In this letter it will show you,
That every word is meant.
My words are so faithful,
As the beauty of a red rose you won't forget.

This is my Rose to you.

(December 6,2008)

poem by Joey Rodriguez
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0004 Lyric 3: Rosefall

O, what is the song this late, late rose is singing?
where will its petals fall, pale orange-yellow rose?
when shall the breeze and the rose cease laughing, dancing,
when will the raindrops bring time, and loss, and tears?

who wrote the song that the rose is singing, singing,
who painted petals on this fleeting rose?
when did the breeze discover dancing, dancing,
with roses that fade and fall in loss and time and tears?

after the rosefall, a colder breeze is blowing,
rose petals lie in drifts upon the ground;
but the breeze remembers, wintering red rose-hips, sowing
the rose’s spring and singing; remembering rose’s sound..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Burdend Black Rose

It's twisted I know
But true
I can only feel love when i'm dreaming it through
While this rose that burdens me
is lying on my chest
I watch as people stare at my lonliness
I sit up stunned as they walk past
Growing fear inside
The red rose wilts as the black rose blooms
Please come back
turn what was once red back again
Take awat this hate that stays,
As the black rose waits in silentness,
as I decay beneath it's beauty,
I need love but I can't feel it,
Won't except it,
I need to open up but the black rose holdsme still
love is what i'll never get,
I know it's twisted but true I can only feel love whrn i'm dreaming it through
The black rose burdens me
until I decay,
\then the black rose turns back to red
to reap me once again
another time left once more among the dead.

poem by Amy Ormonde
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If my theory of relativity proves to be correct, Germany will claim me a German, and France will claim me a citizen of the world. However, if it proves wrong, France will say I'm a German, and Germany will say that I'm a Jew.

quote by Albert Einstein
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Still A Rose

A rose is a rose every day, every night
You too are the same, except different in my sight

You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation
But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation

So show your beauty, for I know what you are
You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise

A rose is a rose is a rose.....

poem by Pearl Adaeze Okafor
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A Rose In Disguise

A rose is a rose every day, every night
You too are the same, except different in my sight

You are like a rose, such a beautiful creation
But a rose in disguise, meant to blume for every nation

So show your beauty, for I know what you are
You are a rose in disguise, and very, very wise

A rose is a rose is a rose.....

poem by Sarah Mellberg
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First rose

A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.

A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.

And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.

She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Transparent Rose

Transparent Rose
In my heart lies a Vase
With 5 roses
5 roses all for you
With five different colors
All to show you what you mean to me
The First Rose
The yellow Rose
The yellow rose is the rose for you from me
To let you know you’re my friend, my best friend
That is a way to show you I’ll be always there for you
The Second Rose
The Blue Rose
The blue rose is to show you
With all my heart what you mean to me
With this rose I show you
There is no battle that I won’t fight for you there is no ocean big enough that can separate my love from you
There is no mountain high enough that I can’t climb for you
With this rose is the beginning of my love to you
The Third Rose
The Red Rose
Within this rose lies all the love I have for you
All the caring
All the loving
I will give to you
This rose show you how you should be treated
I will always romance your heart just to see you smile
Like an Angel
The Fourth Rose
The White Rose
With this rose I show you
All the passion that lies in my heart
All the tenderness I have towards you
All the love that I will show you each time I have and can
With all my strength and love
My heart cries for you
The Fifth Rose
A Rose that has no color
A rose that is undying
A rose that you can see trough and that there is nothing to hide
A rose so pure and true
That all that lies in it is you
So perfectly, so preciously
A girl that is so pure of heart like an angel
This Rose is a Transparent Rose
With this rose I show you all that I am
With this rose I show you I have nothing to hide
Here you can see your reflection that lies in my heart
A love so deeply living in me
I love you with all my heart
And there is no way that these roses will die
Your love is the water to keep them alive

poem by Carlos Wever
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5 Roses

poem by Ricky Baker
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Ramblin Rose

-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 2 in 1962
-words and music by noel sherman and joe sherman
Ramblin rose, ramblin rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, thats how youve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin rose?
Ramble on, ramble on
When your ramblin days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your ramblin days are through?
Ramblin rose, ramblin rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin rose?
Spoken

Ramblin rose, ramblin rose
Why I want you, heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a ramblin rose?

song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Red, Red Rose

Red, red rose, she blew her breath
Fingers, it’s stem she caressed
Then she closed her eyes and breathed the fragrance in
Tell me red, red rose, where does love end

She placed the rose, gently against her lips
She plucked a single petal, with finger tips
And as the wind caught and carried up high
Tell me red, red rose, can love it fly

Slowly one by one, each petal fell
Upon the last in her eye, a tear it swelled
And then she sighed as she asked to her self
Tell me red, red rose, is for love, is this what’s left

Red, red rose, red, red rose
You stand for love you should know
Should we hold on tight with all our might
Must one day we let go

Red, red rose, red, red rose
Your petals fly in the breeze
If I let go, red, red rose
What becomes of me.

poem by Bill Simmons
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Keep The Flame Burning

Standing at the crossroads, were the future meets the past
Oh cant you feel, theres magic in the air
Were noble knights and mighty men, with the power to assay
Faithful and true, let our deeds show you the way
Glorious, we live and we die
Our courage will unite
In our hands we hold the future, carry on
In our hearts, eternally, we keep the flame burning
Hear the sound of roaring thunder, and the sound of raging steel
In the battle of thrust our sprits will reveal
Glorious, wed rather die
With honour than to live with shame
In our hands we hold the future, carry on
In our hearts, eternally, we keep the flame...
Burning deep inside forever, shining on
And in our hearts for all eternity we keep the flame burning
We stay as we are, now the first crusade is won
Let it be written, let it be done
In our hands we hold the future, carry on
In our hearts, eternally, we keep the flame...
Burning deep inside forever, shining on
And in our hearts for all eternity we keep the flame burning

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Withered Rose

A rose I used to hold so dearly
cherishing it where ever I see
but why didn't I see it clearly?
How soon the rose did bloom

A rose I grew on such occasion
and gave it to her
As beautiful as any painting
she accepted it without hesitation

A rose that was blossoming
do you want to reminisce with me?
I nourished this rose every day
but it was too much for her to see

A rose that was slowly dying
but I ran out of water
I can't seem to get it off the ground
is this how it will decay?

A rose that turned black
just like the ground beneath it
Withered and torn
forever in the hole it deserves

poem by Zayne Venilos
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