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To The Rivals

The lovely doe, far from her home, whose lover is angry—why did she
laugh? She laughed at the daughter of Edom and the daughter of Arabia who covet her beloved. Why, they are nothing but wild asses, and how can they compare to the doe who nestled against her gazelle? Where is the spirit of prophecy found, where the lampstand, the Ark of the Covenant, the ever-present Shekinah? No, my rivals, do not try to quench love, for if you do, it will blaze up like fire!

Translated by T. Carmi

poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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The New Arrival

THERE came to port last Sunday night
The queerest little craft,
Without an inch of rigging on;
I looked and looked—and laughed!
It seemed so curious that she
Should cross the Unknown water,
And moor herself within my room—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

Yet by these presents witness all
She ’s welcome fifty times,
And comes consigned in hope and love—
And common-metre rhymes.
She has no manifest but this;
No flag floats o’er the water;
She ’s too new for the British Lloyds—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

Ring out, wild bells—and tame ones too;
Ring out the lover’s moon.
Ring in the little worsted socks,
Ring in the bib and spoon.
Ring out the muse, ring in the nurse,
Ring in the milk and water.
A way with paper, pen, and ink—
My daughter! O, my daughter!

poem by George Washington Cable
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A Daughter Through The Eyes Of A Father

(Dedicated to Bww and his 7 yr. Old daughter)

A daughter is beauty at its finest.
Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.
Daughters are one of God's most precious gifts that he has bestowed upon the world.
Angels in Heaven do not compare to thine beauty, and grace my ever so beautiful, and lovely daughter.
Seeing you at birth brought more joy to me
than all the money in the world could ever do.
You are morning, bright, and shining,
you are noon, you reside at the highest point in my heart,
you are the dew kissed night.
You are my daughter, heart, and soul.

poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Dad's Little Birthday Girl is all Grown Up.

My daughter will be 21 years of age next week.
She is everything a man could ask for in a daughter;
smart, attractive, and just a trifle bit like her father.
Someone asked me if I was happy with her choices
I suppose they meant the boys she dates.
I remember one of the first I met, I had been expecting
a young marine, but found instead
A fully shaved fellow with an anarchist tattoo on his head
and some cheap pawnshop ring stuck in his nose.
Needless to say I sent him home…
I am however happy to report, her taste in clothes and men
have become more to those like and of her lovely mother’s
This makes me smile with delight when I look at her now
about to blow out the candles on another cake…
And all I can think of to say is
Happy Birthday my very lovely daughter….

2008 © T Sheridan

poem by Ted Sheridan
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Why Can't That Be Me

Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder

poem by Jasmine Dugas
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Mother And Daughter...

Mother and daughter,
Are very close,
They are best friends,
And can be enemy's sometimes,
They laugh and cry,
Call each other names,
And mess around,
And there still as close as ever,
Nothing will ruin their mother and daughter relationship,
Not even boys,
They may keep secrets,
From one another, but there still there,
to care and help,
their still mother and daughter.

Wrote about a mother and daughter love

poem by StaceyLeigh Olner
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Ravi Shankar’s Daughter

Ooh – I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she doesn’t even know

Do you think her mother knows what she brought us
Do you think her father shouts from the hilltops?

Ooh – I am love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she really should know

My sweet love – Alleluia
I really want to see you - My sweet lord
I really want to be with you
So I can always hear you play
Hare Krishna

I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
The spirit in her fingers makes my body quiver

Ravi Shankar’s daughter
Rave Shankar’s daughter

Conduct your life like an Indian Master
The best is still to come in the ever after

Love and space dust inside each and all of us
The coiled serpent – the all Seeing Eye

poem by Michael WheelerWyatt
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The Beauty Of My Daughter

My daughter is God's gift to me,
Her father in the Lord.
She's my great joy, my ecstacy,
My loving God's reward.
She stands alone in her own faith,
The gift God gave to her,
From Christ the Saviour, strong to save,
Our Jesus, Yeshua...

My daughter prays by day and night,
Although some choose to laugh.
For me, such prayers are my delight
And may God light her path.
I've seen my daughter grow and grow,
This rose before my eyes.
I thank God for each truth she'll know
From God alone, who's wise.

She trusts God's Son once sacrificed...
Round to its point of view.
The Spirit who was once in Christ,
Lives in my daughter, too.
My daughter's taught God's prophecies
Are true in every part.
She's learnt that life's great mysteries
Are found within Christ's heart.

She's born of God, she's born again,
She's living in His grace.
She walks in light before all men,
Yet always seeks His face.
The Way of the Master blesses!
So many souls are won!
More blessed if each confesses
Salvation in God's Son!

Through discipline, disciples teach.
We train a child with love.
My daughter's love helps her to preach
And reach out like a dove.
I'm proud of her! She seeks the lost!
She witnesses worldwide...
The Bible matters! Count the cost
When Christ was crucified...

poem by Denis Martindale
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Mr. Shoemaker's Daughter

Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
I'm coming home today.
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Don't turn your head away.
Don't take the sun away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
Hey, mr. cake baker's daughter,
Hey, mr. bread baker's daughter,
I'm coming home today.
Don't hide the world[?] away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
How is that fresh morning feeling?
How is the dawn and the evening?
I will be free today.
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
I'll see you soon today.
Hey, mr. dress maker's daughter,
Hey, mr. green seller's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.

song performed by by Kinks
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Mother and Daughter Love

Mother and daughter love can be so fun...
A mother should love her daughter at all time
A mother have connection with her daughter
A daughter should love there mother with in and with out
A daughter should talk to her about anything with each other
A mother and daughter should love each other
That what some people call mother and daughter love.....

poem by Valentine White
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Devil & Daughter

Silence is mocking the dawn of a new day
Devil and daughter are both on their way
The evil of her nature collects in her eyes
With him theres no fear of the dawn bringing light
Baptised with fire, too wild to be tamed
Shes hot, evil and ready to take any man
Let no one put assunder the power of the pain
He is the master of hell riding again
Devil and daughter - pleasure and pain
Devil and daughter - is this the end
A thousand times over, youll hear on the wind
In the name of hell, these sinners never sinned
But satan never listens to the words that they send
Drenching the soul with blood, when will it end
Devil and daughter
Hes got the power, shes got the pain
Devil and daughter
Shell break any woman and take any man
Devil and daughter
Hand in hand with the reaper

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Old Woman And Her Loyal Maid

the old woman is very rich
she has two children, a lovely daughter and a very naughty son

the lovely daughter dislikes her
and the naughty son wants to kill her

she slaps her often and the more the daughter wants to go away from her
the son is disturbed and furious because he did not know his father enough

the daughter married a gentle man
and the son went away with no know address no known destination
he never came back
while she lives her own life away from the rich woman

the old woman has a loyal maid
who has no memory of humiliating words that the old woman more often
inflicts in her person

the old woman is dying
but the son and daughter have no respect anymore for such word

as mother.

meanwhile the loyal maid keeps swallowing the pesters of the old woman
expecting a part of the wealth
as her pay and legacy

well, this story cannot have an ending yet
the old woman is still alive and the son and daughter are still making up
their minds

what to do next.

Life is a comma. The ending always waits
for something that will be a happy one.

But who knows, except this one, something tragic may happen
at the end. Who knows?

I will for sure.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mothers And Their Daughters

they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries

to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl

i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son

my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest

they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans

as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter

I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa

poem by Paul Bamberger
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Poetmother In Rags At The Doors Of Ikea

My daughter lives in there.
There's no way I could stay:
Look at what I'm wearing,
Even though I gave my daughter.

You see all my sin.
No way could I fit in.
But still,
I have given daughter,

So stand aside!
I will not be denied
A little look inside
What I've given daughter.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Happy Birthday Daughter

To our beloved daughter
Jessica Nicole

That we love and adore
We would like to say a few words
To celebrate this special day

You are another year older
Even a year smarter
And maybe a bit wiser

What year you have had
You have grown
Into a wonderful woman

Became a mother
With a beautiful daughter
Which has given us such a thrill

Today is your special day
Which we pray will be filled
With great peace and joy

A day full of great things
Things that bring you
Great happiness and enjoyment

Maybe even things
That makes you laugh, dance, and sing
Or maybe just a bit more complete

For on this special occasion
We would like to say
You are another year older

We love you
We wish you the best
And very special

Happy,
Happy Birthday
Our darling daughter dear

poem by Scott Austin
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Satan's Daughter

I have that burning desire
Come and let me set your world on fire
The burn doesn’t hurt that much
Sometimes it’s softer than the touch

You just need that flame in your soul
Let the fire take control
Doesn’t matter much to me
Seems the way it ought to be

I don’t see why you fight
Against something that feels so right
yeah you know I’m a child of death
I’ll lay our heart down to rest

Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress

I have a will of steel
I will not kneel
I don’t need your caress
You just can’t guess

Cause I’m the one who knows
Not to let my feelings go
If you don’t want to ride the night with me
You don’t know what you’re missing

But somehow it shows
And I know you know
What I am
You don’t stand a chance

Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress

You try so hard to resist
But you want to feel my kiss
You know I’ll do my best
To put your love to the test

I know you want what I’ve got
Sweetest taste you haven’t forgot
I see desire in your eyes
I can feel you fantasize

Come and take a taste of me
‘ll bring you to your knees
I’ll bring you down like a lamb at the altar
Come and take a taste of Satan’s daughter

Satan’s daughter
Demoness
Satan’s daughter
Last caress

Come and ride the night with me

poem by Haley Revell
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Wild fire in your eyes

The wild flame of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venuses
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny.

Although, with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely green eyes
became tinged with sadness, and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness every time they meet with mine.

My love, the wild fire of your pretty green eyes
still warms my heartbroken being in cold mornings,
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly,
looking for restless souls like mine.

My love, the wild fire of your beautiful green eyes,
a long time ago they found, by chance,
the hidden fire of my sad, sad eyes,
and they melted it in love fire for an eternity.

The wild fire of your lovely green eyes
has still not been extinguished, my love,
has still not been extinguished!

poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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Lovely Spirit

Lovely spirit of my God
How kind You are to me,
I am Your daughter
You are my Dad
And will forever be

I'll go anywhere for You
You'll go everywhere with me
And I will be Your daughter
Through all eternity.

(c) 2010 gail g mcdonald

poem by Gail Mcdonald
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Daughter Of Darkness

Woman, I can remember a woman
Warm were her kisses and tender was she lying there in my arms
Why
Why, did you deceive me so?
What devil inside made you go when I needed you most of all-ll
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
Heaven, we had our own kind of heaven
Sharing together the magic of love in a world of our own
Then oh so suddenly you were gone
The love I depended upon disappeared when you werent away-ay
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Oh devil daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Oh devil daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
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song performed by by Tom Jones
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Father You a Daughter

Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.

Bear my child, sweetheart...

Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.

Bear my child, sweetheart...

Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.

I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.

This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.

Carry my seed, baby...

Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.

Carry my seed, baby...

Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.

I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.

They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.

Knock you up, sweetie...

Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.

Knock you up, sweetie...

Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.

I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.

Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.

By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.

Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.

I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.

poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Daughter of Africa

Daughter of Africa
You are walking now
And tread the path
Away from me

Daughter of Africa
You are touching now
While my body is
Away from you

Daughter of Africa
You are moist now
Not knowing the stranger
Who enters you

Daughter of Africa
You sleep now
While my heart
Yearns for you

Daughter of Africa
You are dieing now
And you finally remember
Me
Who cried for you.

poem by Peter Rhodes
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