Hogwarts House Founders
Godric Gryffindor, brave at heart
Helga Hufflepuff, loyal and true
Rowena Ravenclaw, knowledge is their power
Salazar Slytherin, sneaky like a snake
poem by Willow Cochrane
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Sneaky Feelings
Now everybodys breakin up somebody elses home,
Before somebody else starts breaking up their own.
I get you in my dreams.
You should hear the things you say.
Is not that its so much fun,
But its safer that way.
Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings,
You cant let those kind of feeling show.
Id like to get right through the way I feel for you,
But Ive still got a long way to go.
Why dont we call it a day, and we can both confess.
You can force me to use a little tenderness.
White lies, alibis, anything but say that its true.
Now we could sit like lovers, staring in each others eyes,
But the magic of the moment might become too much for you.
Sneaky feeling, sneaky feelings,
You cant let those kind of feeling show.
Id like to get right through the way I feel for you,
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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True Friends? ? ?
the snake slithers around
sneaky not to make a sound
slowly creeps upon his prey
attacks then runs away
beware of him he bites
and does it within his rights
he might be pretty to look at
but truly he's ugly lot
the snake will smother
even kill his own mother
snakes are full of greed
upon your soul he will feed
the snake is a self-adoring creature
humility is not a feature
snakes are everywhere
so beware.......
poem by Ultimate Cyan
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Kaare's song
KAARE
What wakens the billows, while sleeps the wind?
What looms in the west released?
What kindles the stars, ere day's declined,
Like fires for death's dark feast?
ALL
God aid thee here, our earl,
God aid thee here, our earl,
It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney.
KAARE
What drives the fierce dragon to ride the foam,
While billows with blood are red?
The sea-fowl are shrieking, they seek their home,
And hover around my head.
ALL
God aid thee here, our earl,
God aid thee here, our earl,
It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney.
KAARE
What maiden so strange to the strand draws nigh,
In light with soft music nears?
What is it that makes all the flowers die,
What fills all your eyes with tears?
ALL
God aid thee here, our earl,
God aid thee here, our earl,
It is Helga, who comes unto Orkney.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Sneaky With the Looks
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I perceive myself alone.
I feel a curiosity directed.
At first I am not sure,
If the curiosity is directed towards me.
And I look around.
Nothing is there to block my steps.
And I begin to whistle in nervousness.
To then talk to myself...
In a calming peacefulness.
I admit is beginning to get a bit restless.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I am among the trees.
Alone in fresh Spring breezes.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I begin to hear the chirping of birds.
Conversing to break the silence,
With a charm that does not disturb.
And they fly high between the trees.
Trying to hide within the leaves.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I follow a path made clear of obstacles.
I stop.
So does the chirping.
I pick up a small rock,
To toss as I also pick up a twig.
There is a wind.
And I continue my journey.
Wings flap as if there is clapping.
I adjust my cap.
And two squirrels chase...
Across my path!
To play tag and hide and seek.
I stop to watch.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
I look up!
And there they all sit.
As if in conference on a branch.
Together...
Laughing!
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Amused by the doing.
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Snooping on my movements.
And maneuvering doing it!
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
My feathered friends.
Snooping on my movements.
And maneuvering doing it!
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
With a comprehension that is difficult to mention.
But they're sneaky with the looks that they give!
It's evolutionary.
Very revolutionary.
And...
Sneaky with the looks that they give.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Illusion and ignorance
To mistake a rope for a snake
Or to mistake a snake for a rope
Is illusion in perception.
To take a rope for rope and
A snake for snake is knowledge.
To take a rope not for a rope
And a snake not for a snake
Is ignorance. We employ
All the three at variant times
At different degrees in life.
29.042010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sneaky
Whhhhhhhoooooooaaaaaa
B2K
It's Lil' Fizz
With my cousin Jhene
This is incredible right here
T.U.G
Yeah
[Chorus:]
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
[Verse 1:]
I ain't gonna trip
Or act a fool
When you get home late at night
Cause it ain't no reason for me to blow my cool
As long as you get there alright
The ladies keep staring
Boi you know I ain't caring
And it doesn't make a difference to me
If you want to be sneaky I'll be sneaky too
Cause I ain't the type that's going to be chasing after you (your so.......)
[Chorus:]
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I'll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky (Well be both creapin)
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep Sneakin
Creepin
I'll be beepin (be beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
[Verse 2:]
Wanna be all up in your face
Like the other girl may do
I don't really even care what the others say
As long as you can come and chill with your boo
You keep on flirtin (flirtin)
And I know one thing for certain
That you'll be coming back to me
When its all said I know I'll be number one
But until then keep on creepin having fun (your so...........)
[Chorus:]
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don't know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I'll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it (can't believe it)
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don't know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I'll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
[Hook:]
Boi you think that you so slick
I'm loving every little bit of it
Don't really matter that much to me
You can do what you please (do what you please)
Keep it moving
I see what you doing
Don't change your personality
You can be who you wanna be
[Fizz Rap:]
Well
song performed by by Jhene
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A willow in the wind
To sing you one last song
sad and lonely as a lost widow
as a willow crying on a cliff
bitter, bitter goes the song
as a silky snake sneaking down
on the banks of a cold stream
sneaking silently down the cliff
slower, slower runs the song
deeper deeper round the wood
of the darkest spots of the ego
wild, wild, sneaky, sneaky ends the song
poem by Jabberm Alessawy
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Truths may not be truths
When I said that I saw a snake
That I had seen, it was true.
When I said that I saw a snake
That I hadn’t, it was false.
When I said that I saw a snake
That I mistook a rope for,
It was true according to me.
The so said truths passed on to us
Need not necessarily truths.
12.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A true knowledge of ourselves is knowledge of our power.
quote by Mark Rutherford
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Snake; an oracle of oath
The godless men worship the snake
The godless men take oath in name of snake
And the curse comes upon wrongdoer
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And blessing rains upon the innocent
The godless men take oath in the name of snake
And snake bitten dead the lair
And snake spare life of the truer
Despite snake answers to godless men
No votive or thank given to snake, the god
So the stopped the men to swear
By it name, snake said men used
Thunder and fire for swearing instead of it name
As snake disowned the godless men
Hex fallen upon
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Impact Of Education
A continuous, arduous endeavor for education
Can pull one out of the financial hardship, a curse
Helps him or her to push forward the next generation
To rush for knowledge power and poverty to crush
True education can make a person empowered with
Maturity, full of strength, noble quality, self dependence
Full of spirit, optimism, bright outlook, broad vision
Brave heart, full of virtue and art, full of self confidence
poem by Umaprosad Das
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Dog Talk
and so too
i have a dog
whose only
language is
bow. and
wow.
and true to
the limits of
his language
as he walks
and sways
and rolls
and runs like
a dog, and
true indeed to
his nature
this dog comes
before him
and then it makes
the bow and then
believing in his
power and glory
this patriotic and
loyal dog keeps
on saying: wow wow wow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Believe In the Power
I believe in the power of you.
As the rain falls upon us and
everyone else scatters.
I believe in the power of you.
As I look into the shadowy pools
of your mysterious eyes.
I believe in the power of you.
As I fall into your arms always
trusting you to catch me.
I believe in the power of you.
As you listen while I pour my
heart and I cry my eyes out to you.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit and listen to your
words, your wisdom filtering your deep voice.
I believe in the power of you.
As I lay in your warm embrace
feeling protected and cherished.
I believe in the power of you.
As you turn away and walk out
the door, promising to come back.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit waiting patiently
for some sign of you to return.
I believe in the power of you.
As even now I doubt all my
faith in the one person I truly love.
I believe in the power of you.
As I sit here crying and swearing
wishing you could hear me.
I believe in the power of you.
As I begin to lose passion for
everything I loved when I was with you.
I believe in the power of you.
As I lay dying in bed suffering
from a broken heart.
I believe in the power of you.
As I close my eyes and an
image of you forms in my mind.
I believe in the power of you.
As I begin to feel a rage that
is red hot and will not go away.
I believe in the power of myself.
As i see your true image; a true
image of who you are inside.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I begin to build my life up and
start doing the things I enjoy.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I understand the things that
were so illusive to me before.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I take back your control over
me and start living my life.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I no longer believe in the
power of you.
I believe in the power of myself.
As you and your power
no longer affects me.
I believe in the power of myself.
As I begin to love the one true
person I've forgotten in all of this
Me.
poem by Cleo A. Fletcher
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Those Sneaky Backbiters That Glide In Sleaze
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Adore the stench of it.
With campaigns to attract more,
To this mental disease.
Influenced by self hate.
With a debasement created and loved.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Are seen digging their own ditches quick...
To satisfy those embraces faced,
With others in filth and sludge to hug.
Those sneaky backbiters that glide in sleaze,
Entrenched in tracks with that to leave.
And quite excited in self righteous ways...
When investments tossed away from unsaved youth,
Delights them with an ignorance...
That keeps them all enslaved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do You Know the Power That You Have?
Just a glance from the corner, the wink of an eye
an innocent brush as you try to squeeze by,
The smell of your hair and the sound of your sigh,
Do you know the power that you have?
A naive young man, in a nasty street fight
defending her honor, not wrong and not right
a possible death in the yellow street light.
Do you know the power that you have?
A child growing up is her fathers' true pride
always honest and loving, with nothing to hide.
Responsible still, for his feelings inside.
Do you know the power that you have?
From a lifetime of learning you now have to teach,
to the young and upcoming, success is their reach.
Dividing the portions of knowledge to each
Do you know the power that you have?
And now at the end, you lay there alone
no motion, no heart beat, no need for a home
drawing tears from the eyes of the loved ones that roam
Did you ever know the power that you had
poem by Biff McGuire
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Victorious Soldier
Fighting for his country,
Not knowing if he will live.
Brave soldier
Standing up for what he believes
and fighting for freedom.
Brave soldier
Fighting for whats right,
Dying Heroes, Dying evil men
Brave soldier
Leaving every thing he owns
To be loyal to his country.
Brave soldier.
Coming home at end of war....
Victorious soldier.
poem by Megan Streett
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Knowledge
Knowledge is power
A chop-chop growing flower
knowledge is dangerous
An overdosing negative force
And I have been walking its path
Right from the the start with my heart
Acknowledging it as a perfect invention
That can set me free or put me in detention
Knowledge is a privilege
It could place you at the cutting edge
When you pledge
To make it your privilege
Born are great deeds and weeds
As knowledge plants seeds
But Knowledge can deceive
At the end you choose what to believe
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Snake Around Your Heart
I was so blind to the snake around your heart.
So child like in the morning light you lay.
I kissed your cheek, hugged you and prayed.
A changeling whispered back love you too.
I placed you on the heart strings of my bow.
Shot you out into the star scattered sky.
Forty-Four days and nights to make the boy a man.
God fought a demon, did it in thirty.
I plucked the string I did my part
I was betrayed by you and the snake around your heart.
You cast unholy, this quest we cannot play.
Childhood dies with all its toys left to fray
In red plastic bins and unwanted shoes.
Dark and dust, there are places a heart cannot go.
Spiderling on your dead Mother's web don't cry
Forty-four days and more, like sand
the days slip through my hands so dirty.
Luna Mother Goddess rip out my human heart.
I was cursed by you and the snake around your heart
I have four letter words I can say.
Pray, hope, and love to lay
on the moss covered altars of Feralas too.
Your snake sleeps in Sodom so low.
She shimmers in gold like a flesh sucking fly.
Forty- four days and more, I make my stand.
Cealuem priest I cry out for healing three times thirty
I was deceived by you and the snake around your heart
Oh fallen warrior in the great Forge I will stay.
Refine me Gods through trial I pray.
You think I have not loved your immoral soul too.
I loved and then let you go.
Your snake will eat your heart and say good-bye
Forty-four days and years the wind has blow in my hair strands
Experience I see knowledge in its purity
The minutes of time will do its part.
poem by Joni Moosman
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If I Ever Was a Snake
If I was a snake, my eyes would be green,
I would wander the land and look real mean.
If I was a snake, I'd know how to sting,
Despite all the trouble it would bring.
If I was a snake, I'd be red and gold,
I would slither and slather and eat my mice cold.
If I was a snake, I'd rattle my tail,
But I'd be polite and never go to jail.
If I was a snake, I'd slide on my tummy,
Hamsters and mice would be real yummy.
If I was a snake, I'd live on the ground,
Sleeping and snoring 'till I was found.
I would never learn how to rake,
If I ever was a snake.
poem by October Bradley
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Feeling In A Rendezvous Mood
Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only to myself,
Will I admit this.
And only to myself,
Will I even address it.
Feeling in a
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.
Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too...
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
I'm just too
Committed to be sneaky.
Too.
Suspicious of that hit to miss.
Too.
Quick to fall in love.
To have someone tell me,
There is another one they are thinking of.
Feeling in a...
Rendezvous mood.
Feeling a bit desperate about it too.
And only will I pat myself on the back.
For encouraging urges inside me like that.
Yet I'm too,
Given to have one on ones.
Too
Selfish to share anyone.
And just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
Feeling in a.
Rendezvous mood.
But just too loyal to be about cheating.
Especially with another,
Who woos me to be fooled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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