Akosejaye
Ema pe ori mi nibi
Ema fi eke yan ipin mi
mo ti yan ire lati orun wa
bio' ba da to, ma tun yan
Oriburuku nse ayanmo
Beni osi nse kadara
Base fe ori, beni yio ri
''Don’t psyche my destiny for bad
For choose for me in deceit
I have chosen what is best from heaven
If it is not good enough, I’ll chose again
To be unfortunate is not my destiny
Also poverty is not my portion
As we want to be, so we’ll be''
poem by Oladele Noah
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Beni Unutma
ok istiyorum ok istiyorum
Bak glmsyorum
zene bezene sana topluyorum
Kr ieklerini
Yk perdeleri viran eylemeli
Sonunu biliyorum
Yinede dnyorum aknla dnyorum
Ben sana pervane
Beni sevdiine say sen geen yllara
Bir akn rakam
Unut akm br saylar
Bir beni unutma
ki ben unutma
beni unutma
Yok istiyorum yok istiyorum
Ak benim diyorum
Sanane kimene yine topluyorum
Kr ieklerini
Onu ben bilirim sana sormuyorum
Vur ieklerimi
Gcm deniyorum akm deniyorum
Bundan sanane
Beni sevdiine say sen geen yllar
allahn hakk
Unut akm br saylar
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Les saisons
C'était un temps béni nous étions sur les plages
Va-t'en de bon matin pieds nus et sans chapeau
Et vite comme va la langue d'un crapaud
L'amour blessait au cœur les fous comme les sages
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était militaire
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était artiflot
À la guerre
C'était un temps béni Le temps du vaguemestre
On est bien plus serré que dans les autobus
Et des astres passaient que singeaient les obus
Quand dans la nuit survint la batterie équestre
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était militaire
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était artiflot
À la guerre
C'était un temps béni Jours vagues et nuits vagues
Les marmites donnaient aux rondins des cagnats
Quelque aluminium où tu t'ingénias
À limer jusqu'au soir d'invraisemblables bagues
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était militaire
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était artiflot
À la guerre
C'était un temps béni La guerre continue
Les Servants ont limé la bague au long des mois
Le Conducteur écoute abrité dans les bois
La chanson que répète une étoile inconnue
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était militaire
As-tu connu Guy au galop
Du temps qu'il était artiflot
À la guerre
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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My Root
Action speaks louder than words,
But a picuture wealths more than a thousand word.
Bring me home to the place that i belong to and,
Teach me how to fish for my daily food;
For each heart knows its own bitterness.
I am their byword and their object of ridicle,
Like the homes appointed to all the living;
But my glory will remain fresh within me always.
Oh, a harp turns into mourning;
And they remain silence for my counsel,
But my root is spreadout to the waters of love.
They waited for me like the summer,
Of men and women alike to learn from my muse;
But like the summmer rain,
I was rather like the winter rain on their joy.
To bath with cream and to sing for joy,
In the prime of my life to look for my root;
But i am the hope of the poor like,
Beni Nebal and Beni Shem.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Seaport Of Beni Ansar
Interpol sent me off to research the Seaport of
Beni Ansar called ‘alhaj jimi ahmed' according
to Wikimapia sounding a warning: Beware of
filthy, sleazy Moroccan men waiting outside
all nice hotels, seaports, bus & train stations
I sighed, following my role models Miss Lemon
and Miss Moneypenny I am stuck behind my
desk, only fantasise about sleazy types, being
so conventional, they don't even spare me a
glance, cultivation of a haughty demeanour
Has never been required in my little life, I smile
at everyone I pass and seldom need to fend off
an unwanted advance, maybe once - it is rather
sad when sleazy, filthy types do not even touch
the carefully designed collage of my life…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Acitmiyor Sevdan
Ellerimin altndan kayp gider zaman
Gzlerimi diktim yollarna geliyor musun
Eridim yaktm mumlar gibi geiyor zaman
Gzlerimi diktim yollarna dnyor musun
Dnyor aman dnya bam duman
Batyor aman actmyor senin sevdan
Gittiinde yazd sonbahar geti
Ve btn mevsimler
Bittiimi yazd okumadn m
Beni manetlerden
Gittiinde yazd ka bahar geti
unun urasnda
imdi akmz bir annenin
ocua duasnda
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The Uneasy Psyche
Of the uneasy psyche,
I have longed to see my wife;
But love and disappointment had sent me into the bush.
Of the uneasy psyche,
This is the exploration of the infinite repercussions;
Like our actions against the finite possibilities!
Of the uneasy psyche,
I called and she was not at home;
Of the uneasy psyche,
I looked and i could not find her;
So i took up my pen into writing,
Like a fisherman with his net.
Of a written message with sensitivity and insight,
But do i have to stifle into memories? !
What uneasy psyche when,
I cannot find my wife;
Oh no! ! Who has seen her?
Please, don't let the habitual ennui shatter our love;
When you can easily put away the past.
Of our actions against the finite possibilities,
Of our hopes and dreams;
Like a fisherman's hope when he draws his net.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bes Dakika Bekle Git
Sen istinyede bekle ben buradaym
imde kpek gibi havlayan yalnzlm
nk ben buradaym karanlktaym
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
nk elimi kestim beni kan tutuyor
arabm btn eki suyum souk
Yanmda olmadn m seni daha bir seviyorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
Yzn slatmadan alayabilir misin
Yar geceden sonra telefon ettin mi hi
Karanlk adamlar hviyetini sordu mu
Ben senin olmadn aryorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
Bana ait ne varsa seni korkutuyor
Sana ait ne varsa hibiri benim deil
Belki lmek hakkm kullanyorum
Belki gelmem gelemem be dakika bekle git
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 27
It once happened that on a journey to the Hejaz a company of young and pious men, whose sentiments harmonized with mine, were my fellow-travellers. They occasionally sung and recited spiritual verses but we had with us also an a’bid, who entertained a bad opinion of the behaviour of the dervishes and was ignorant of their sufferings. When we reached the palm-grove of the Beni Hallal, a black boy of the encampment, falling into a state of excitement, broke out in a strain which brought down the birds from the sky. I saw, however, the camel of the a’bid, which began to prance, throwing him and running into the desert.
Knowest thou what that matutinal bulbul said to me?
What man art thou to be ignorant of love?
The Arabic verses threw a camel into ecstasy and joy.
If thou hast no taste thou art an ill-natured brute.
When a camel’s head is turned by the frenzy of joy
And a man does not feel it, he must be an ass.
When the winds blow over the plain
The branches of the ban-tree bend, not hard rocks.
Whatever thou beholdest chants his praises.
He knows this who has the true perception.
Not only the bulbul on the rosebush sings praises
But every bramble is a tongue, extolling him.
Fate and Destiny
Fate and Destiny
Who can tell us what Fate and Destiny are?
Who can tell us what our Fate is?
Who can tell us what our Destiny is?
Fate. Destiny.
People say we cannot choose our Fate, but we can choose our Destiny.
People say we are Fated or Destined to do/become something.
Fate. Destiny.
Are they different?
Are they the same?
People say we can choose Destiny and we are Fated to do it.
People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
Are Fate and Destiny the same?
If our Destiny has yet to be chosen but our Fate is sealed, then is not our Destiny already chosen, but unseen to us until the opportune moment?
Fate. Destiny.
When is the opportune moment?
At what point in our life will our Fate and Destiny be revealed?
Or will we realize what our Fate and Destiny are only when it is too late?
Or will we pass our Fate and Destiny without knowing it?
Fate. Destiny.
If someone tells us what our Fate and Destiny are, will we like what we hear?
Or will you strive against the path set before you?
poem by Robert Grimes
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Destiny... Begine... Destiny
destiny...
begine...
destiny...
life...
destiny...
suffer....
destiny...
ways ...
destiny...
pains...
destiny...
de ath....
......again
......destiny
......begine
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Aldanirim
Bu bir yalan bu bir ceza
Bu bir talan gnlm bu bir veda
Ne bir tavr ne bir eda
Tutup savur gnlm bu son elveda
Hatrlarm hi gidemem deyiini
Hatrlarm erken lrm deyiini
Aldanrm ben zaten glne ahh glne
Aldanrm glne
Bu bir yalan bu bir ceza
Bu bir talan gnlm bu
Bu son elveda ak deil keza
Ne bir tavr ne bir eda
Savur savrul gnlm bu bu son elveda
Aldanrm ben sana
Bu her mevsim syler misin
Mecbur eden buna yar sen misin
Soran beni yarm bulur
Sen bir tek gl ey yar tamam olur
Hatrlarm hi gidemem deyiini
Hatrlarm erken lrm deyiini
Aldanrm ben zaten glne ahh glne
Aldanrm glne
Bu bir yalan bu bir ceza
Savur savrul gnlm bu bu son elveda
Aldanrm ben sana
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Fragments - Lines 0183 - 0192
Among rams and asses and horses, Kyrnos, we look for those
Of noble breeding, and a man wants them to mate
From worthy stock. Yet a noble man does not mind marrying
A base woman of base birth if she brings him money in abundance,
Nor does a woman shrink from becoming the wife of a base man
With wealth; she prefers a rich husband to a worthy one.
Money is what they honor; the noble weds a base man's daughter,
The base a worthy man's: wealth mixes stock.
Thus do not be amazed, son of Polypaos, that the citizen's stock
Is growing feeble, for what is noble is being mixed with what is base.
Fate or Destiny
Fate or Destiny
Is it fate or destiny that brings your smile for me to see?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us together as we hold hands?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our hearts as a union as one?
Is it fate or destiny that brings our stormy seas to rest upon the shore?
Is it fate or destiny that builds a lasting relationship, never to fall?
Is it fate or destiny that brings us close beyond the horizon of a sunny day?
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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Destiny or Fate
There’s a question I ask myself
Each and every night
It doesn’t cost any wealth
Or matter if I’m right
It seems so unfair to wait
And ask, if it was destiny or fate
Destiny, who brought me to you
Fate, that keeps with you my love
How can I see clear through
When the sky is filled with doves
They’re all trying to escape
From their Destiny or Fate
I was born
To give you my love
Never was I torn
About, if I could rise above
I can never keep straight
If it was destiny or fate
Now can’t you see, Destiny
Just what your doing to me
You won my love for you
Never since, have I been blue
For you, I will never be late
Or care, if it was Destiny or fate
Destiny
Flirt with me today
and you may lust for my tomorrows.
Seek the fate I have in store for you
And you may have not time for borrow.
Destiny has it written
Written down in every page well.
It is the fate we all must spend in life
Destiny has you under its destined spell.
Some may make it to the top
Then some not even to take a step.
But whatever you think you all deserve
It is but destiny in this life you'll get!
Some may seem to die before their time
Then others you wonder why they've not?
You see that is just their destiny
And it is all of what they'd got.
Some rich, some poor as church mice
Then others never seem to have to work at all!
It all lie within their destiny you see
It lie within each destiny that was called.
poem by Linda Winchell
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Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk
No more, thou lithe and long-winged hawk, of desert-life for thee;
No more across the sultry sands shalt thou go swooping free:
Blunt idle talons, idle beak, with spurning of thy chain,
Shatter against thy cage the wing thou ne'er may'st spread again.
Long, sitting by their watchfires, shall the Kabyles tell the tale
Of thy dash from Ben Halifa on the fat Metidja vale;
How thou swept'st the desert over, bearing down the wild El Riff,
From eastern Beni Salah to western Ouad Shelif;
How thy white burnous welit streaming, like the storm-rack o'er the sea,
When thou rodest in the vanward of the Moorish chivalry;
How thy razzia was a whirlwind, thy onset a simoom,
How thy sword-sweep was the lightning, dealing death from out the gloom!
Nor less quick to slay in battle than in peace to spare and save,
Of brave men wisest councillor, of wise councillors most brave;
How the eye that flashed destruction could beam gentleness and love,
How lion in thee mated lamb, how eagle mated dove!
Availed not or steel or shot 'gainst that charmed life secure,
Till cunning France, in last resource, tossed up the golden lure;
And the carrion buzzards round him stooped, faithless, to the cast,
And the wild hawk of the desert is caught and caged at last.
Weep, maidens of Zerifah, above the laden loom!
Scar, chieftains of Al Elmah, your cheeks in grief and gloom!
Sons of the Beni Snazam, throw down the useless lance,
And stoop your necks and bare your backs to yoke and scourge of France!
Twas not in fight they bore him down; he never cried aman;
He never sank his sword before the PRINCE OF FRANGHISTAN;
But with traitors all around him, his star upon the wane,
He heard the voice of ALLAH, and he would not strive in vain.
They gave him what he asked them; from king to king he spake,
As one that plighted word and seal not knoweth how to break;
'Let me pass from out my deserts, be't mine own choice where to go,
I brook no fettered life to live, a captive and a show.'
And they promised, and he trusted them, and proud and calm he came,
Upon his black mare riding, girt with his sword of fame.
Good steed, good sword, he rendered both unto the Frankish throng;
He knew them false and fickle—but a Prince's word is strong.
How have they kept their promise? Turned they the vessel's prow
Unto Acre, Alexandria, as they have sworn e'en now?
Not so: from Oran northwards the white sails gleam and glance,
And the wild hawk of the desert is borne away to France!
Where Toulon's white-walled lazaret looks southward o'er the wave,
Sits he that trusted in the word a son of Louis gave.
O noble faith of noble heart! And was the warning vain,
The text writ by the BOURBON in the blurred black book of Spain?
They have need of thee to gaze on, they have need of thee to grace
The triumph of the Prince, to gild the pinchbeck of their race.
Words are but wind, conditions must be construed by GUIZOT;
Dash out thy heart, thou desert hawk, ere thou art made a show!
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Denstiny
Whatever it takes i will rule my destiny,
With no fear i will hunt my destiny.
Corrupt and exploited minds control my ways
But still i will get my destiny.
My destiny though tiny,
I will get it in full.
Never will i share it with anyone,
Not even my only one.
No man knows my destiny but God alone,
For life is but a dream.
And if at all we will wake up
i pray that i should wake up clean.
I let the talk, talk the talk,
And the walk, walk the walk
For it is those who seek that find,
And those he (God) pleases that he blesses.
But for me, blessed or not,
Either way i will live into my own story.
And get my destiny.
poem by Saint Thomas
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It’s My Destiny
If you had one chance,
Would you take it?
If you were given a taste of your dreams,
Would you take it?
If you were shown what you dreamed of,
Would you take it?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads have leaded here.
If you greatest fear was taken away,
Would you take it then?
If all the problems were take way,
Would you take it?
If you were given the chance to show your potential,
Wouldn’t you take that chance?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads leaded here.
All I had to do was make a sacrifice,
And look what I have got?
If that was the only thing you had to do,
Wouldn’t you do it for the chance?
Wouldn’t you do for your destiny?
Your destiny?
Don’t you see?
This is my destiny,
All roads leaded here.
You just don’t understand,
It’s my destiny to be here,
To do all this,
You say don’t believe in destiny?
I say that you do,
You just don’t know it yet.
8/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Epilogue
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS
Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale,
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I have often held your girlish head
Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:—
Under the blessing of your Psyche-wings
I hide to-night like one small broken bird,
So soothed. I half-forget the world gone mad:—
And all the winds of war are now unheard.
My heaven-doubting pennons feel your hands
With touch most delicate so circling round,
That for an hour I dream that God is good.
And in your shadow, Mercy's ways abound.
I thought myself the guard of your frail state,
And yet I come to-night a helpless guest,
Hiding beneath your giant Psyche-wings,
Against the pallor of your wondrous breast.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Destiny the Driving Force
Destiny is controlled by the mighty gods.
It swirls like a massive whirl pool.
No mortal being can escape it's hold.
Destiny controls our every action.
Destiny makes sure we take the right path in life.
Without a person taking a desired path the universe will go out of balance.
Balance of fate is essential.
The thread of destiny is so tangled that's why destiny is so uncontrollable by mortals.
Destiny goes around and around.
It never stops swirling.
Such an active force.
Mortal beings can't control what happens to them.
If it's negative or positive.
Destiny and fate are the same thing.
They intertwine when two people are in love.
Destiny carries people to their purposes in life.
It's a driving force.
Scientist can't figure it out.
It's the most complex thing second to the universe.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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