Kasady (an acrostic)
KASADY
she is….
Kind…
Aspiring…
Sweet…
Animated…
Dainty…
Youthful…
and so much more!
poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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Dainty Davie
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers;
And now comes in the happy hours,
To wander wi' my Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
The crystal waters round us fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round us blaw,
A wandering wi' my Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
As purple morning starts the hare,
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro' the dews I will repair,
To meet my faithfu' Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
When day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I loe' the best,
And that's my ain dear Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie;
There I'll spend the day wi' you,
My ain dear Dainty Davie.
poem by Robert Burns
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Flowers
I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
The tulip is a courtly queen,
Whom, therefore, I will shun;
The cowslip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
The queen of everyone.
The pea is but a wanton witch,
In too much haste to wed,
And clasps her rings on every hand
The wolfsbane I should dread; -
Nor will I dreary rosemary
That always mourns the dead; -
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.
The lily is all in white, like a saint,
And so is no mate for me -
And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush,
She is of such low degree;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom's betrothed to the bee; -
But I will plight with the dainty rose,
For fairest of all is she.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Villanelle of His Lady’s Treasures
I took her dainty eyes, as well
As silken tendrils of her hair:
And so I made a Villanelle!
I took her voice, a silver bell,
As clear as song, as soft as prayer;
I took her dainty eyes as well.
It may be, said I, who can tell,
These things shall be my less despair?
And so I made a Villanelle!
I took her whiteness virginal
And from her cheek two roses rare:
I took her dainty eyes as well.
I said: “It may be possible
Her image from my heart to tear!”
And so I made a Villanelle.
I stole her laugh, most musical:
I wrought it in with artful care;
I took her dainty eyes as well;
And so I made a Villanelle.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Song written At Mr. Thomson’s Request
AS A KIND OF INTRODUCTION
TO HIS IRISH MELODIES.
SWEET power of song! that canst impart
To lowland swain or mountaineer
A gladness thrilling through the heart,
A joy so tender and so dear!
Sweet power! that on a foreign strand
Canst the rough soldier's bosom move
With feelings of his native land,
As gentle as an infant's love!
Sweet power! that makest youthful heads,
With thistle, leek or shamrock crowned,
Nod proudly as the carol sheds
Its spirit through the social round!
Sweet power! that cheerest the daily toil
Of cottage maid or beldame poor,
The ploughman on the furrowed soil,
Or herd-boy on the lonely moor:
Or he by bards the Shepherd hight,
Who mourns his maiden's broken tie,
Till the sweet plaint, in woe's despite,
Hath made a bliss of agony:
Sweet power of song! thanks flow to thee
From every kind and gentle breast!
Let Erin's--Cambria's minstrels be
With Burns's tuneful spirit blest!
poem by Joanna Baillie
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The Orphan's Friend
Come all kind, good people,
With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
And will be to the end.
Be kind to the motherless,
Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
They have no mother now.
Be kind to the fatherless,
Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
In honesty and truth.
Be kind to the little orphans,
They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
For He says so in His word.
poem by Julia A Moore
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You Are…To Me…For Me….
Like sugar
Like chocolate
You are so sweet
So sweet to me
Like an old man that’s blind
Or woman who comforts a baby that cries
You are kind
So kind to me
Prayed all my life to find
Yes to find someone like to find
Tried to ignore it but there are feelings growing in my soul…
For you
Yes for you, only for you
Every time I hear your voice
I know to rejoice
Cuz you have my heart
I never want us to part
You are so sweet
So sweet to me
You are so kind
So kind to me
Beautiful inside and out
I don’t have to meet you to know what you’re all about
You got me hoping for this to last
Hoping we can make it past
2 or 3 years
Release your fears
I will not hurt you
Just want to love you
Protect you and take care of you in ways only I know how to
If it’s not too much or no shame
Maybe one day I can carry your last name
But I don’t want to push
Cuz you and I are ordinary people
We can take it slow
I’ll be here and just so you know
I’ll love you til’ the end of time, if you let me
Let’s just be and if it’s real
Then let’s jump in the car and peel
Cuz baby you got that ‘Whip Appeal’
Just know I’ll never cheat, lie, or hurt you
Don’t matter what them other chicks do
I’m down and ONLY FOR YOU!
Cuz you are sweet
So sweet to me
You are kind
So kind to me
ONLY FOR ME! ! !
(©Copyright-May 8,2005)
(For: Platinum Writers Inc)
poem by Aaliyah SantiagoJoseph
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Rescue
I rode a western wind with a girl over to her mothers
In the backyard stars shone brighter than the others
That I rarely see through the smog through the haze that covers
The home that I used to live in
Well I kind of sort of knew what was going to happen
When she put her number down on a restaurant napkin
She said goodbye I think the words were when youre back in
Town lets have each other again Ill come around and see you again
Like jessica rabbit she collects bad habits gets her drinks for free
Animated vixen stole cupids arrow and came to rescue me
In the blink of an eyelid my lid opened up and I could see
That shed come to rescue me
I tasted southern sin with a girl who was just perfection
Had a two room condo back in a wealthy section
Of the florida flatlands where she had me kept in
A wicked trance for a day
Well I kind of sort of knew what was going to happen
When she and a friend came and met me in atlanta
I professed my love in an animalistic manner
Like an endless foreign flick my subtitles were sick
Like jessica rabbit she collects bad habits gets her drinks for free
Animated vixen stole cupids arrow and came to rescue me
In the blink of an eyelid my lid opened up and I could see
That shed come to rescue me
Well I kind of sort of saw the sirens coming
She was running toward me wearing almost nothing
And my heart beat skipped when she bent down at the hip
And her lips pressed against mine
Like jessica rabbit she collects bad habits gets her drinks for free
Animated vixen stole cupids arrow and came to rescue me
In the blink of an eyelid my lid opened up and I could see
That shed come to rescue me
Here she comes to rescue me
Im not gonna blink cause I wanna see
I wanna see her come
Here she comes
song performed by by Eve 6
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Galatea
Pygmalion beseeched Aphrodite:
goddess, please answer my plea:
“Give life to my dear Galatea,
that she may live always with me. “
The goddess, in a generous mood,
animated your figure Divine.
Your breasts, generous in proportion,
Your bubble butt one of a kind.
Your skin is a fine alabaster;
Like marble, but warm to the touch.
Could your sculptor have done any better?
No, I’m sure there is only one such.
With golden, shoulder length tresses
and lips, apple red, candy sweet.
It’s not much of a mystery, really,
That Pygmalion was swept off his feet.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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My list for you
a = accepting
b = beautiful
c = cute
d = daring
e = easy-going
f = funny
g = genuine
h = honest
i = interesting
j = joyful
k = kind
l = loving
m = modest
n = noble
o = openminded
p = pretty
q = qualified
r = romantic
s = sweet
t = trustworthy
u = unique
v = valuable
w = wise
x = xtraordinary
y = youthful
z = zealous
That's the list, made by me
filled with things, you'll never be
poem by Miss Poetry
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Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
quote by Francis Beaumont
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The Charming Month of May
It was the charming month of May,
When all the flow’rs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe—
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o’er the flow’ry mead she goes—
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus:
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o’er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The feather’d people you might see
Perch’d all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;
Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Outrival’d by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus
poem by Robert Burns
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Moanin Low
Ralph rainger / howard dietz
Moanin low, my sweet man, I love him so
Though hes mean as can be
Hes the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Gonna die if my sweet man should pass me by
If I die whereii he be
Hes the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Dont know any reason why
He treats me so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I aint deserving of none
Moanin low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes, oh lordy
Hes the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like memoanin low, my sweet man, I love him so
Though hes mean as can be
Hes the kind of man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Gonna die if my sweet man should pass me by
If I die whereii he be
Hes the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
Dont know any reason why
He treats me so poorly
What have I gone and done
Makes me troubles double with his worries
When surely I aint deserving of none
Moanin low
My sweet man is gonna go
When he goes, oh lordy
Hes the kind of a man needs the kind
Of a woman like me
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Burning Desire
Will you love me now as you did before
in your youthful days?
Can you will yourself back to them
and show me all the ways
you would shower me with your love
and never let me go?
Or are they forgotten now, my love?
Is there just the afterglow?
Youthful days and youthful ways
are intoxicating fire.
All you have inside of you
is uncontrollable desire.
You know nothing else.
You'd rather not.
You think to yourself
'My blood runs hot.'
Is it possible to stoke that fire anew
or is that just a dream?
For me, my answer's simple.
My heart is still the steam
that showers my thoughts of only you
and gives me what I need.
My youthful ways that are still alive
makes my heart to bleed
for you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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MCs
Once upon a time linguists
of a youthful piece
of the black culture
rip through the airwaves
When real emcees touch
the brainwaves
Move morality forward
and bring a point of view
that the sun goes toward
Illuminates the soul
and opens up the mind
like a potato about to get loaded
I am loaded but let it drift away
in a soft somber sleep
The kind that sweet dreams take away
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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A Dainty Thing's The Villanelle
A DAINTY thing's the Villanelle,
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A double-clappered silver bell
That must be made to clink in chime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And if you wish to flute a spell,
Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime,
It serves its purpose passing well.
You must not ask of it the swell
Of organs grandiose and sublime--
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And, filled with sweetness, as a shell
Is filled with sound, and launched in time,
It serves its purpose passing well.
Still fair to see and good to smell
As in the quaintness of its prime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle,
It serves its purpose passing well.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Villanelle
A dainty thing's the Villanelle.
Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme,
It serves its purpose passing well.
A doublc-clappered silver bell
That must be made to clink in chime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And if you wish to flute a spell,
Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime,
It serves its purpose passing well.
You must not ask of it the swell
Of organs grandiose and sublime-
A dainty thing's the Villanelle;
And, filled with sweetness, as a shell
Is filled with sound, and launched in time,
It serves its purpose passing well.
Still fair to see and good to smell
As in the quaintness of its prime,
A dainty thing's the Villanelle,
It serves its purpose passing well.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Let It All Be Music
Music is a mirror
Near around my soul
Music is the spirit
Come on let it roll
Music is my nature
People have you heard
Music is my future
Music is the world
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music isnt somewhere
Music turns you right
Music is a fever
Leads you day and night
Music is like heaven
Where you wanna be
Music is religion
Music sets you free
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
Music is tomorrow
Music is today
Music is forever
Music is the way
Music is for women
Music is for men
Music is for children
Sing it all again
Let it all be music
People sing a song
Let it all be music
Let us sing it on and on and on and on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on
Lets play the music
My kind of music
Lets play the music
Play it on and on and on
I can feel it, in my soul
I can feel it, in my heart
Sweet sweet sweet music
Music
Sweet sweet sweet music
Sweet music
Play it on
Play it on
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
Play the music
My my my my my kind of music
Play it
I said play it
On and on and on and on
Music
song performed by by Boney M.
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Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
quote by Alexander Pope
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Heaven scent
Heaven scent
~
youthful angels
children at play
Smiling faces
infectious laughter
the kind you like
to hear all morning
while you sip coffee
they’ll always be
sweet little cherubs
in those moments
which never last
long enough
cherish them
each moment
every laugh
all those
comeback kids
cheeky quips
tantrums, shouting
you’re too old
to be kept caught out
but who would change
any of it in the end
they're all
heaven scent
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Quatrain #56 - The Light Of True Knowledge.........
The light of true knowledge is a rare blessing indeed
serving those aspiring to find the answers they need.
Manifesting from within it seems to enlighten our mind;
sustained by pure thoughts, words and actions of a kind.
poem by George Krokos
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