Pearl
I can only grow
Apricot like in a shell
And bear like beach stone
Each rub without irritation
To get polished
Into the inner jewel
Called me.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Shell in the Beach
a mother tells a story to her son
'there are three men
one of them went to the beach
and found a beautiful shell in the beach
then he showed it to another man
a beautiful shell he discovered
the last one heard from others
that there's beautiful shell in the beach.'
the mother looks to her son then smiles
'now my child,
from three of them
which one who really knows
the beauty of the shell in the beach? '
from C.M.B.
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Jewel
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For your today's handsome
Thanks her for bye-gone days rebuke
For you are not the glory call short
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For making your shoulders wings
That now in the sky like birds
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being a witch to make you rein
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being unkind for your kindness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
..hawking locust'eans for you not to...
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For burning extra woods
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being blind for your goodness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For ashes for your existence
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Children with a piece of brain
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
All ye children!
That's of an ovule conceived
Always thanks your jewel
Whenever comes that memoir
That can't be erased in life dairy
In it death life call on her to dine
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Ne'er speaks of her a broken lips
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Always let her know, she's worth living
For all her yesteryear year fire bath
Are thy today's concrete
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Wherever she is
poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
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The Girl That I Marry
Charted by frank at # 11 in 1946
Charted by eddy howard at # 23 in 1947
The girl that I marry will have to be
As soft and as pink as a nursery
The girl I call my own
Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne
Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
Shell wear a gardenia and Ill be there
'stead of flittin, Ill be sittin
Next to her and shell purr like a kitten
A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be
Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
Shell wear a gardenia and Ill be there
'stead of flittin, Ill be sittin
Next to her and shell purr like a kitten
A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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Alone On The Beach
Awakened on the beach
Look at the patterns in the sand
Incredible patterns
Who made this beach? ?
This fantastic breach, by who's hand?
Each grain and pebble unique
All the flotsam and jetsum arranged just so
The name of the arranger I seek
Will the designer I ever know? ?
Could such things happen by chance? ?
Could nature arrange the things I see? ?
But where is the romance
If such things could just be? ?
No! ! I believe in the designer! !
His ways to me he'll show
How this perfect beach he made could not be finer
I pray the designer I'll know
To be alone on the beach I can not bear
Ther is a designer this I swear
But a moment later I might ask
Why this designer I never see
But a moment later I might ask
Am I alone, am I just me? ?
To be alone on this beach I can not bear
There is a designer this I swear
poem by Janie Hubbard
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If an ox doesn't know the size of his arse he won't eat an apricot stone.
Heart Turns To Stone
The days and nights you sit around wondering where can
She be
Hoping that she might appear, out of nowhere
But you fail to see
All the hurt inside, the wounded pride
Ooh what she went through for you
You cheated and lied, as her love slowly died
And her heart just broke in two
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and shes gone
And now its over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell do fine on her own
What you thought was a game
A game you were winning
Wouldnt go your way
Now youve lost what you had
And your back to the beginning
Its the price you have to pay
When she was with you, all along
Behind you right or wrong
She tried to hold on, hold on
But you went too far, and shes gone
And now its over and her heart turns to stone
No time for pity, when her heart turns to stone
She cries a little as her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell get by on her own
She hides the pain
But her heart turns to stone
No time for pity
When her heart turns to stone
She cries sometimes
As her heart turns to stone
Shes that kind of woman
Shell get by on her own
Yeah its over
And her heart turns to stone
Dont look for pity now
When her heart turns to stone
Listen to her cry
Listen to her cry
Shes a woman now
Ooh its a sad thing to see
To see a heart turn to stone
The heart of a woman
A heart turned to stone
song performed by by Foreigner
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Girls On The Beach
Ah ah ah ah oo ooo ooo oo ahh
The girls on the beach
On the beach youll find them there
In the sun and salty air
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
If you know what to do
How we love to lie around
Girls with tans of golden brown
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And one waits there for you
(girls on the beach)
The sun in her hair
The warmth of the air
On a summer day
As the sun dips out of sight
Couples on the beach at night
The girls on the beach
Are all within reach
And with the boys tonight
(girls on the beach)
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
Girls on the beach, girls on the beach
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Shell on the shelf near my bed
Shell on the shelf near my bed
Take me back to memories box
Last summer on Virgin Island beach
Alone fighting words creating poem
She walks near me without sound
Holding shell in her hands
She comes forward to me
Look at me and smile
Long black hair like water fall
Beauty of Virgin Island
She put the shell on my ear
Sound of waves touching my soul
Hold her hand and start walking
Hand on hand, banded shadows
We walk long way
Ah memories
On other side of bed she lays beside me
Body on body, banded souls
Shell on the shelf near my bed
Take me back to memories box
Last summer on Virgin Island beach
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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The shell
Look what a beautiful shell of ivory white
Recently thrown at the sands by the rushing tide
See what a lovely shell a pad of a soft sloth snail
Small and pure without the notoriety of a pearl
Lying on the back of sand hill so nigh to my foot
Brittle, frail spared by the violent breakers loot
Oh what mind what hand has made it so fairly well
Ah, empty, vacant from the creature that within it dwells
Its delicate spire and whorl
How exquisitely are weaved its stripes of colors in whole
A miracle of design, that lives through ancient time
No less in beauty and charm than a poet rhyme
A piece of beauty is called a 'shell' by man
Not a pearl, not a jewel but unmoving dull clumsy name
A 'shell' which does not recall any treasure or historical fame
Let him who did not create it call it as he can
He who passes by it without notice, this pleasure from his eyes to ban
Yet this beauty holds in the sands and its charm contends the same
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Pleasure Beach
(words & music by john oates)
Pleasure beach
You may look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place you left behind
Or a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
There aint no waves in a swimming pool
There aint no fun til you break the rules
Were ever young but never free
I guess thats how it was meant to be
On the beach our thoughts were hot
But our hearts were cool
We fell in love
But we like to fool around with everyone we meet
Its you for you
And me for me
Pleasure beach
You make look but never find
That neglected place in time
Like a dream just out of reach
Pleasure beach
Not a place youll ever find
Its a dream just out of reach
Its a place called pleasure beach
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Happy Dog
I’m a happy dog at the beach
If I had the power of speech
I would tell you all
To throw my ball
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
There are no new tricks you can teach
I’m bouncy and glad
And my tail wags like mad
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
My joy is always in reach
Whatever the talk
It’s the best place to walk
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
As I hear the seagulls screech
I chase and I bark
Long into the dark
I’m a happy dog at the beach
I’m a happy dog at the beach
And I don’t want to start to preach
But if you ask me
The best thing to see
Is a happy dog at the beach
poem by Flying Lemming
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To Ensure Someone's Irritation
For all of those things,
Going neglected...
That can be easily corrected,
IF that task was accepted...
As a necessity to see through with a doing,
There'd be less of a preference for many to choose...
An excessive complaining instead.
Done to do to ensure someone's irritation.
And it is that irritation that is sought,
To achieve the effective goal set by those...
Seeking to get attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delray My Beach in Florida So Real Estate of Mine...
Paradise is the word,
no other to be called,
a beach like no other
The Sun here is to Shy
Shy! My SunShine
Delray, Delray Beach!
The Paradise...So easy to find...
So dear to me, for so long in my past,
You the Beach I desired...
And there you Are,
Always, day and night,
Beautiful Delray,
Open as no other heart
Safe, protected, Welcoming...
Love, My Beach, My Delray,
The City I call Home!
poem by Florida Angel
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A Pair Of Earings 1
The jewel of stone cut lights
A knife blade shaped an exquisite beauty
Quivering on my ears
I like their sound
I think it’s the way the lady bird walks
I think it’s the way the sparrow
Moves its little wings
I think it’s the light whispering into my ears
The dark wounds of a carved jewel
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Who Said I Would
I know she says she wants me
I hear it every day
And I know she know it keeps me
Well there aint no other way
But shes got a heart must be made of stone
Cos when I tell her that shell miss me when Im gone
She says
Who said I would
She knows it aint easy for a simple boy like me
She fills me full of loving
Oh then she sets me free
But shes got a heart must be made of stone
Cos when I tell her that shell miss me when Im gone
She says
Who said I would, tell me, who said I would
Who said I would, who said I would
Im not the only one but I do fine
I suit her purpose and Im just her kind
I dont own her and I never could
Dont think I do, dont think I should
Tell me
Who said I would, who said I would
But shes got a heart must be made of stone
And when I tell her that shell miss me when Im gone
Youre not the only one but you do fine
You suit my purpose and youre just my kind
I dont own me and you never could
Dont think you do, dont think you should
Who said I would (who said I would)
Now she knows when she calls me
Ill come running every time
And she knows she gets me hot
But she dont know its her body never mine
And shes got a heart must be made of stone
Cos when I tell her that shell miss me when Im gone
She says
Who said I would, tell me, who said I would
Who said I would, who said I would
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Human is different
I’ll grow, blossom and bear before I die,
Every plant wishes.
I’ll grow, mate and beget before I die,
Every animal wishes.
I’ll show that I grow, own and bear till I die,
Human being strangely wishes.
14.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Right Here In My Arms
She is smiling like heavens down on earth
Sun is shining so bright on her
All her wishes have finally come true
Her heart is weeping. this happiness is killing her.
Its right, shes in love
Shell be right here in my arms
So in love
Shell be right here in these arms
She cant let go
Repeat
So hard shes trying
But her heart wont turn to stone...oh no
She keeps on crying
But I wont leave her alone
Shell never be alone
Shell be right here in my arms
So in love
Shell be right here in these arms
She cant let go
Repeat
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Irritation Is Not The Best Feeling To Begin A Poem With
IRRITATION IS NOT THE BEST FEELING TO BEGIN A POEM WITH
Irritation is not the best Feeling to begin a poem with
But the great heat, the great humidity
The slowness of my mind on Motzei Shabbat
The many errands that must be done tomorrow
The inability to begin true work,
The news of another anti- Semitic utterance by the Nobel Prize winner Gunter Grass
Above all the worry over the health of a family member
All these irritate and disturb-
And I can at best write a few plain lines
Begin to work
To make myself feel better
But not really influence what is outside myself-
And too the irritation that my poem and my words
Will reach a few at best
While the mendacious former Waffen SS member's poem
Has already made its hateful way to headlines in the world-
Oh it is wonderful to be an obscure nothing in writing
When it is only my own name and reputation which are involved,
But when it means I cannot really help the people I care about
This irritation this frustration anger so-
Oh how I just pray that my loved one
Will be after the doctor's visit
Better tonight.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Teddy Bears
Up to the age of four years old
Edmund was called ‘Little Ted’,
but the day after his fifth birthday
he was called something else instead.
For his birthday he was bought a teddy bear
and of course that night he took it to bed.
The very next morning he told his mummy
the bear was to be called ‘Little Ted’.
Two ‘Little Ted’s’ would be confusing, said mum
so you ought to change your name.
Because you’re bigger we’ll call you ‘Big Ted’
and then your names won’t be the same.
‘Big Ted’ and ‘Little Ted’ became great friends,
and went everywhere together,
upstairs and downstairs, indoors and out,
and in all kinds of weather.
One day ‘Big Ted’ and his mother went shopping,
and he saw an even bigger teddy bear.
He whispered to his mother, “Don’t you think
‘Little Ted’ is looking worse for wear? ”
She knew what he was getting at and said,
“You can’t replace ‘Little Ted’ just because he’s worn, ”
and he said, “I don’t want to replace ‘Little Ted’,
but another teddy would help to keep him warm.”
“By what name would it be known? ” she asked.
“Well, it’s only right that he should be ‘Big Ted’,
and then everyone will call me Edmund,
which is what I prefer to be called instead.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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