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1127 Cyber Love

Once I perfection in a lover found
twas long ago and far away from here,
her perfect love abolished grief and fear
with her my life was built on solid ground.
I loved her more than any maid around
and when she left I shed a bitter tear,
so I have searched for someone far and near
to put me back on track and safe and sound.

Why seek ye for her in the Market Place?
where fairest blooms are very hard to find.
Log in all your desires in Cyber Space
the perfect lady that you have in mind!
I logged in my desires my love to trace
when you replied - my cloud was silver lined!

poem by John Knight (November 2009)
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Simple Mind

There’s simple girl
With simple mind
She wants perfect love
But she finds it’s hard
To get a perfect guy
With a perfect job
Has a perfect house
Keeps a perfect dog
In a perfect time
And a perfect place
For a perfect happily ever after

So she change little
Of her simple mind
She still wants perfect love
She knows it’s hard
To get a perfect guy
With a perfect job
Has a perfect house
Keeps a perfect dog
In a perfect time
And a perfect place
For a perfect happily ever after

But at least she quite satisfied
With her simple mind
She doesn’t have perfect love
But she finds it’s hard to leave him
That has a good smile
Gets a desirable job
Builds a little home
Keeps a cheering dog
In unexpected moment
And unforgettable place
For hopefully happily ever after

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Secret Of Happiness

The secret of happiness is not hidden behind the distances of perfection
Nor in posessing dozens of gold and wealth

I never had complicated dreams since I
believe that the real happiness in the simple things exists

Never dreamed of becoming a crown queen

Never wanted to have a perfect life
The happiness was my Desire

And I always had the faith that at the little things the happiness can be found

There is no need for complicated heart desires

At the simple things we can find the perfect and the happy life

Just keeping the hope in the heart
The kindness of soul and love of God

The perfect life is hidden there don't go far away

Finding the real love not the perfect one

Was my hearts best Desire

Because always I had the faith

The secret of finding the happiness is hidden at simple desires and the real ones

What worts all the world wealth if you don't have the faith of God in the heart

What worts all the worlds wealth and the success

If you don't have peace of mind

If you are surrounded with fake lovers all around

Because of that my dream was to find the real love the real happiness and peace of mind

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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B: XV: Mission de Chef + Love the Love I Love + Holey Seat

Mission de Chef

Out of strong desires
I want to make a sauce
The sum of whose desires
Is greater than desires.

I will then subtract desires,
Label what is left as 'CHARM',
And find out if it works on love,
If it leads to love's demise,
Too weak without,
yet outlasting strong desires.

Love the Love I Love

You say you love me
You say you can't love her
I love her
Her love is what makes me

You don't love her
You don't love me
Love the love I love
And you will love me

Holey Seat

A fundament they share,
Poetry and Brown:
After one that takes some effort,
You sometimes put a quick one down.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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Perfection

Your cold and poor-spirited love
Was like running water upon my hands...
I did for your love, all that I could....
As an imperfect man that I am...
I offered you just possible things...
Warmth when you were cold,
And consolation when you felt hopeless...
You search for perfection
Which you will never find...
Perfect is the rain that falls
In the spring time...
Perfect are the flowers that grow
in a real garden of love....
Perfect is the smile in a child
Who plays with toys...
Perfection is a man
Who had it all
And now is getting tired and old...
Perfection are the memories
In your heart and mind...
Perfection is something
You shall never find
On me or any other man
Since perfection is just
In your dreams and imagination...
Now perfection becomes
Just like a story untold....
How sad it is
That my love you can no longer have
Neither my hands again hold...
o! Woman, wish you good luck
In your new try...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The 4th Dimension

I tried and tried
Finally I realized
Why she left this 3d world behind
Go!
She got tired of the same old story
She had a mind that would not quit
Shed insist a plot must exist
With an ending that she could not guess
She tried hard to convince me
Then she took off like a bright idea
She believed there just had to be
A movie that shed never seen
I watched as her fingers drew
A perfect line in space
I watched as she looked on through
Into another place
She found out what shed been missing
She decided she could change her luck
She was right lifes not black and white
Its something more than meets the eye
I watched as her fingers drew
A perfect line in space
I watched as she walked straight through
Into another place
She parted with convention
Now shes living in the 4th dimension
Without me
I tried and tried
And still I dont know why
She left me no address
Or a way to guess
Now shes somewhere in the 4th dimension
Shes living in 4d
She found herself a new direction there
Shes living without me

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Perfect Part 2

I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence

I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support

I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance

I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution

I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind

I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort

I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Description Of Love

Just I was thinking about love
What it does how it comes
May I could give a description of love
Though I know its hard to be described

Yet no one has the choice to decide to fall in love or not
Lonely hearts stay alone
Strangers they are in this world
At the stations of the life there they wait for the train of love
For the unknown

Yet no one has the opportunity to chose who to love
Always we fall in love with someone so far of our imaginations
Not the one who we were figured out there somewhere in our imaginations and desires

Yet all the lifetime we wait for the perfect one to come out
But never ever the perfection and the love have been met yet
Those both are two strangers
They're too unlike to be met

Yet it comes unexpectly, has no timing comes at one without any warning
Love comes like a storm to our lives
It never puts differences between the old or the young
Oh love how can you be described

Yet how hard its to find the real love
Maybe that's why once it comes
Occupies our souls there's nowhere to run to escape of love
It captivates us and we become the honest solders of the love

Yet when we fall crazy in love
How hard is the lose of real love
Our hearts years there cry
How hard its the lose of real ove

Yet the love is like a war
Sometimes we win
Sometimes, somehow unfortunately we lose the love war
Sometimes we become the poor slaves of the love war

Oh love you are so hard to be found
Oh love you are so hard to be described
You're Inscrutable...
Unreachable...
Unforgettable .....
There's no word in the world that can describe you yet?

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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0032From Shankara on the Chandogya Upanishad 8.1.1

Inside the body
is a little place.

you could say that
this is like a lotus
for it floats on the surface of the waters of life
and opens its petals to the heavens,
rejoicing to be alive.

or you could say that
it is like a house
for it is where you return for rest and re-creation
within the love of family,
within the safety of its walls.

or you could say that
it is like a city
for it has a palace and a treasury, and many officers
such as mind and intellect
to fulfil its needs.

yet within that little place,
a space,
as large as the universe itself.

we should know about that space.

within it are comprehended
the heavens and the earth;
the elements, sound, air, fire, light, water, all that’s underfoot
that arises from the earth, returns to dust;
whatever is, and what is not;
all in that little space
which because it is space
is unbounded.

it does not age with age,
with wrinkles nor gray hair, nor
with forgetful mind;
beyond all sorrows, since sorrow comes
from separation;
free to have desires,
since it satisfies all desires
and lives in its own satisfaction;
that satisfaction, they call bliss – what else?

you need not seek outside for this;
all this is in your heart.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Perfect Is The Day

Perfect is the day,
When the sun, with golden ray,
Lifts your soul, for just a while,
Causing you to raise a smile.

Perfect is the day,
When you feel things go your way,
And whatever you attempt to do,
Seems to work out, fine for you.

Perfect is the day,
When your stress has flown away,
And a peaceful time transpires,
Which is what your heart desires.

Perfect is the day,
When a child finds the time to say,
I do love you, Mum and Dad,
Now that really makes you glad.

Perfect is the day,
When with love, you can convey,
To the one that you adore,
That you'll be his, for evermore.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Perfect

Love is the drug we're blessed and cursed,
I could feel the hunger burst inside of you
Perfect body, perfect skin
There is no perfect anything
I tried hard to be the perfect one
but it's not enough, it's not enough
Welcome to my execution
In the name of love, in the name of love
[Chorus:]
Turn up your radio love is king
And everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio forget that sting
And everything will be beautiful
Love's got a dirty mind love can bite
I forget that sometimes love's a parasite
Hail hail Mary full of grace
You disappeared without a trace
I needed your hand to lead me through this fire
But you let it go, you let it go
Where's my absolution
I really don't know, I really don't know
[Chorus:]
Turn up your radio love is king
And everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio forget that sting
And everything will be beautiful
Hey, hey, my, my,
I said my perfect love will never die
Perfect love, perfect sin there is no perfect anything
We tear each other limb from limb
in the name of God in the name of love
There's only two choices sink or swim
I wish I was perfect, for you
[Chorus:]
Turn up your radio love is king
And everything will be beautiful
Turn up the radio forget that sting
And everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio love is king
And everything will be
And everything will be beautiful

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Our Lady of Immaculate Conception!

I searched for a lady
With beauty, not external,
But of the heart,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With eyes without envy,
But glowing innocence,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With modesty, not vanity,
And heart full of piety,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With grace, not of movements,
But of the soul,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With wisdom, not knowledge,
And full of kindness,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

I searched for a lady
With virtues, not vices,
And one who’s exemplary,
And I found no one,
And still I find none!

Where can I find her?
-One without sin, not earthly,
One born immaculate:
And it was Mother Mary-
The Mother of Jesus:
She was that only one!

poem by John Celes
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Lost

You left me with the autumn time;
When the winter stripped the forest bare,
Then dressed it in his spotless rime;
When frosts were lurking in the air
You left me here and went away.
The winds were cold; you could not stay.

You sought a warmer clime, until
The south wind, artful maid, should break
The winter's trumpets, and should fill
The air with songs of birds; and wake
The sleeping blossoms on the plain
And make the brooks to flow again.

I thought that the winter desolate,
And all times felt a sense of loss.
I taught my longing heart to wait,
And said, 'When Spring shall come across
The hills, with blossoms in her track,
The she, our loved one, will come back.'

And now the hills with grass and moss
The spring with cunning hands has spread,
And yet I feel my grievous loss.
My heart will not be comforted,
But crieth daily, 'Where is she
You promised should come back to me? '

Oh, love! where are you? day by day
I seek to find you, but in vain.
Men point me to a grave, and say:
'There is her bed upon the plain.'
But though I see no trace of you,
I cannot thiink their words are true.

You were too sweet to wholly pass
Away from earth, and leave no trace;
You were to fair to let the grass
Grow rank and tall above your face.
Your voice, that mocked the robin's trill,
I cannot think is hushed and still.

I thought I saw your golden hair
One day, and reached to touch a strand;
I found but yellow sunbeams there -
The bright rays fell aslant my hand,
And seemed to mock, with lights and shades,
The silken meshes of your braids.

Again, I thought I saw your hand
Wave, as if beckoning to me;
I found 'twas but a lily, fanned
By the cool zephyrs from the sea.
Oh, love! I find no trace of you -
I wonder if their words were true?

One day I heard a singing voice;
A burst of music, trill on trill.
It made my very soul rejoice;
My heart gave and exultant thrill.
I cried, 'Oh heart, we've found her - hush! '
But no - 'twas the silver-throated thrush.

And once I thought I saw your face,
And wild with joy I ran to you;
But found, when I had reached the place,
'Twas a blush rose, bathed in dew.
Ah, love! I think you must be dead;
And I believe the words they said.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Woman at the Crossroad Who Laughed

As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hill
to the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,
I saw her waiting to cross.
Or rather, I saw first, her laugh..

She held the hand of her son
as she exchanged words with a passing friend
and laughed..

and what I saw in her eyes, her whole face,
as she laughed, was that as she laughed -
(did she know this? How could I tell her, a stranger?
Lady, lady, at the crossroad of our lives,
I’m writing this poem for you now…)

as she laughed, while she laughed,
I saw that she was in touch, the whole of her,
with her deepest self – just that… all that…
and as I saw that self, which was
(Lady, are you reading this?)
the perfection of perfection, all that’s perfect…

it was as if – no, it was just so –
her self looked at me, and so
the perfect looked at the perfect;

herself and mine together laughed,
laughed at imperfection

and as the perfect looked, it saw perfection
spreading through my eyes from our shared self
so that her son was perfect; and her friend was perfect;
and all around us, every they and it were perfect..

(Lady, Lady, at the Cross’s foot,
was it like this for You?)

the light turned green. And we were free
to cross the road; and
free to live; and
free to laugh away illusion; and
free to be ourselves; forever,
in that time which is forever.

Lady, by my faith, this by my hand;
and with my life I do yet swear
upon my life, this to be true;

Lady, hear, in this my orison,
there are no sins
to be remembered.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Perfect Place (live)

Recession - a perfect fit,
Makes no difference where he sits,
Not since they cut the ties,
Put some sadness in his eye.
Promises - come and go,
Soak the sun in drifts of snow,
A qualified butt-collector,
Working for the private sector.
Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
They took the plans from up my sleeve,
By an architect, on new years eve,
There it goes, a new bronze tower,
Washed away with an april shower.
Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
But, when youve gone,
Im still here, the only one,
My eyes and my ears,
Will be here til Im gone;
And its still the perfect place,
To rest a tired and weary face,
And its still the perfect place,
To lose your soul with a trace.
A lived-in face, with a root,
Of matted hair, a smiling tooth,
A dirty hand, a pixies nose,
Scratches underneath his clothes.
Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This could be it,
The perfect place.
Hes seen them go,
Without a trace,
This must be it ...

song performed by by Madness
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Perfect Place

song performed by by Madness
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Perfect Girl

perfect girl, perfect smile,
perfect girl, stay for a while.
you hold my heart with your perfect touch,
perfect girl, i love u so much.

This perfect girl has amazing brown eyes.
Full of life attitude,
it's always hard for the goodbyes.

This perfect girl has been through helll and back
but even under hard times
she neva seems 2 crack

she's my perfect lovee :)
she the stars, the moon, nd thee whole sunlight
and before 2day ends,
i hope i can be hur perfect boy tonight

poem by Chris Soares
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Ramdas Choi Chang Poems 2

Isn't it perfect to think everyone is perfect,
Everyone is perfectly fit
to their own place!
The Great Engineer know which spare can fit,
How to fit
where to fit,
that perfect Engineer perfectly fits everything to His own purpose!

Poem2
Whoever we meet, may not be perfect,
Who ever is perfect,
We may never meet,
Life is that strange thing,
Only imperfect can fit into it,
Whether may it be one or any one around!

Poem3

A flower that looks perfect,
Insects surround it and spoil it,
Below that the frogs wait,
And snake can safely find its food there,
Even the eagle has an eye on perfect flower,
Where it can get some thing to eat!

So, is the story of perfected saint,
Some come to him for their own purpose,
Some start service and service turns to business,
And a saint can be food for thought,
Or he may be source or inspiration to worldly man's business!

Poem4

Men wants to praise,
Woman wants to be praised,
so many write on love,
But no one yet met one's perfect love,
As perfect love is that warmth,
All are dolls made of ice,
And can only melt and flow into lap of love!

Poem5
Nothing is perfect,
No one is perfect,
Everyone can be perfect,
until one continues with a perfect thought that he himself only is imperfect,
As perfection is aim and only aim of all!

Poem6

Infinite particles infinite space,
Infinite time,
and infinite
Thoughts,

I can't find the infinite any where than in me,
When that ant climb on my legs,
Ant came to may ears and said, 'on the tip of my legs infinite bacteria lies '
Bacteria about virus and so on..
I learnt that every thing is relativistic,
Even me and my death are close relatives!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I'll Make You Happy

Love is the drug were blessed and cursed
I could feel the hunger burst inside of you
Perfect body perfect skin
There is no perfect anything
I tried hard to be the perfect one
But its not enough
Its not enough
Welcome to my execution
In the name of love
In the name of love
Turn up your radio love is king
Everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio forget that sting
Everything will be beautiful
Loves got a dirty mind
Love can bite
I forget that sometime loves a parasite
Hail hail Mary full of grace
You disappeared without a trace
I needed your hand to lead me through this fire
But you let it go
You let it go
Wheres my absolution
I really dont know
I really dont know
Turn up your radio love is king
Everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio forget that sting
Everything will be beautiful beautiful
Hey hey my my
I said my perfect love will never die
Perfect love perfect sin
There is no perfect anything
We tear each other limb from limb
In the name of God
In the name of love
Theres only two choices sink or swim
I wish I was perfect
For you
Turn up your radio love is king
Everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio forget that sting
Everything will be beautiful
Turn up your radio love is king
Everything will be
Everything will be beautiful

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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A Beautiful Feeling

Love is a beautiful feeling. Although, how it feels to be in love is very hard to express. Trying to be in love is done because without love life is worthless. When love is found then being with that person is the only thing which the heart desires to do. Nothing is ever perfect in love, it is never going to be a fairy tale. Still everyone loves, even though it hurts when the one we love never does become ours.
That is why I truly feel that something is very special about love. It is a feeling beautiful to be, even after pain and tears.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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A Muslim Lady

I am a Muslim lady to think about a course,
But love is all that i see in this man;
And now that i have found my true lover,
What can i do?

Think about it and put me straight,
For i am a woman and never been loved before;
But now that i have found my true lover,
What can i do?

My true lover is a Jewish so,
Think about it and put me right;
Oh religion! Oh religion! ! Why this division?
Put me straight to make a positive decision,
For this is the sweetest time of my life;
And this man is my true lover oh religion!

Live and let us live too on this love,
For true love has no barrier!
And i hope that, nobody can stop me now.

I am burning up in the desire of this love,
And i cannot sleep at all at night;
So come and help me if you can,
For this man is all that my heart knows.

Now that i've found my true lover,
What can i do? Because i am a Muslim woman;
But i will go to my lover for wisdom,
Oh! I will go for him whom my heart desires.

He is the one to share my honour of love with,
And of the other Muslims and Jewish all around us;
But i am ready to live and stay with this man forever,
Becuase his love had really touched my heart.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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