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Thundering Youth

Thundering Youth/Thundering flower

Like the thundering flower of youth,
and the thundering beauty of a flower

the thundering beauty of youth
and the thundering youth of power

Like the thundering power of truth,

The springtime was a crying flower

drenched in orchid's blood
and revealing all of its power

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poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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Thundering Hearts

In these long, hot summer days
Need a way to cool ourselves down
Pop off the top of that chevrolet
Drive through the carwash
Laugh and fall around
Smokin the old ducados the old man got down in spain
Eatin eggs and french fries on the side
Ride that harley davidson in the hot summer heat
Lord knows that I just love to ride
Go by and pick up that kentucky girl
She knew me when I got my start
Oh yeah, those were diferent days...
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Get your crazy hair, girl, right on my face
This old rednecks on fire, burnin? up
Give us a kiss, baby, make it on the same place
Humiditys about to drive me all crazy wild
Pretty soon the sun will be goin? down
And this little town will be cool and dark
Forget about heaven. let me stay here forever
Chorus:
In the valley of the thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts
Thundering hearts

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Thundering Of Cloud

Thundering of cloud
Gives us three Ds
first D is Dana
That is charity
Second D is Damana
That is Self-control
Third D is Daya
That is Mercy
Thundering of cloud
Preaches us
Charity self-contol
And mercy
As our duty
And if we perform
Our duties
We can get food
Clothing and shelter
Easily through God.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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One day at a waterfall

I went to a waterfall
in the drakensberg mountains
on a sunny day
and there was something,
in the sound of the pouring water.

a Song was cast in the water,
but the words were gone
and just the thundering tune was left.

For a time I listened to the rushing sound
and the rhythm,
went deep into my heart.

Was this how David Livingstone felt,
when he stood at the Victoria Falls
and the thundering smoke
opened before his eyes.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Destiny (Terzanelle)

Destiny sparks thundering through,
my life with an iron rod
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do

as if waiting for the presence of a god
to control
my life with an iron rod

and wherever I go wherever I stroll
destiny is still taking mastery
to control

as if the power that it wields, outreaches me
as if I am a slave with a curse
destiny is still taking mastery

of times in better and in worse
always pre-empting everything
as if I am a slave with a curse

and I am driven to wherever its whip rings cracking.
Destiny sparks thundering through,
always pre-empting everything
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Esse Et Posse

The groan of fallen Hosts; a torrid glare
Of cities; battle-cries of Right and Wrong
Where armies shout to rocking fleets that roar
On thundering oceans to the thundering shore,
And high o'er all-long, long prolonged, along
The moaning caverns of the plaining air,-
The cry of conscious Fate. The firmament
Waves from above me like a tattered flag;
And as a soldier in his lowly tent
Looks up when a shot strikes the helpless rag
From o'er him, and beholds the canopy
Of Heaven, so, sudden to my startled eye,
The Heavens that shall be! The dream fades. I stand
Among the mourners of a mourning land.

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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A Legend Reborn

Youve been fighting for much to long
You saw the future and what to come
Restless spirits out on the run,
Among the shadows of the sun
You are the rising resistance now
Weve come to show you a way somehow
Beyond the past and in secrecy,
We found it all, but we want more
We come from the age of chivalry
Metal machines, unchained and free
We are hear for you to see
Flying on wings of steel, thundering, we are breaking the seal
Fighting for the oath we sworn, to spread the word of a legend reborn
Moving silent like a gentle breeze
Were the troops of metal and we do as we please
We are the restless, we are the wild,
Burning hearts that never die
We are going against the tide
The hammer has fallen, a thorn in your side
Break the silence or take the fall
The mighty templars will take it all
Welcome the age of chivalry,
Were we all will be set free
Its the time for you and me
Flying on wings of steel, thundering, we are breaking the seal
Fighting for the oath we sworn, to spread the word of a legend reborn
Sons and brothers fight or fall
With our sisters and daughters
Were standing one for all
Flying on wings of steel, thundering, we are breaking the seal
Fighting for the oath we sworn, to spread the word of a legend reborn
Flying on wings of steel, thundering, we are breaking the seal
Fighting for the oath we sworn, to spread the word of a legend reborn

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Who Makes The Better Pair?

They live together,
Eat from the similar plate together,
Sleep on the foam bed together
And they bark at the neighbor together.
-A man and his high breed dog.

It is a sharing of the haves,
It is a world of their own.

They too live together,
Eat from the same garbage together,
Sleep on the uneven pavement together
And they flee at the sight of men in uniform.
-A street dweller and his low breed dog.

It is a rearing of the have-nots,
It is yet another world of their own.

Who makes the better pair of the two?
I look up unto the infinite sky
And hears a strange voice thundering into my ears,
"I am the greatest leveller of all",
And his cold hands begin to descend.

The pairs make a beeline and up in the sky
Above my head the thundering voice chuckles on.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Youth is blind

Youth is power; youth is vigour;
Youth is initiative; youth is revolutionary;
Youth is dedication; youth is freedom;
Youth is love; youth is passion.
Yes, because youth is blind
Out of them elders make winds
01.01.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Beautiful Flower

I have a flower, Yes I have picked a beautiful flower,
One with greatest strength like a tree with mightiness and power,

Power of faith beyond any measure,
Yet precious and few like a beautiful treasure.

How precious its love it shares,
How very precious sweet and rare.

Easily lost as colors are tossed on the tides,
For those who tend to set it aside.

Beauty beyond their eye’s is what I have gained as a prize,
And keeping it, is what makes my heart so wise.

It may seem like neglect on their part,
But neglect has not been the wish of their heart.

Why so often many are in a rush,
The beauty of this flower is often a hush.

I praise my flower for its humbleness,
Staying that way always brings forth its beautifulness.

Yes my flower that I have I would gladly share,
To those who appreciate my gift that is rare.

This flower is a gift and I will tell you why,
Because its known for its beauty that will never die.

For if my flower and me ever depart,
The beauty of it will always be found in my heart.

Yes I have a flower, a beautiful flower to name,
It would have to be beautiful,
it would have to meet its beauty inside and out the same.

For that isn’t hard to do, Why you don’t even need a clue,
For I could have never have picked a better you,

My Dear Friend (put name here)….. Its true.
A name, that’s beautiful as you.

poem by Esther Ayala
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Dully Doll

playing with joy, a laughter
that made the wood to cry, even
the great strong trees
wait the zoom breeze of the sea

cliff hanged the beautiful fully
grown flower, where the pollen
calls the roaring tide to fly, the
run where the Lilies sleep the
bird has something to say

droplets of spring color the
tide, Molave falls in love because
of thundering claps of baron
flee, come loving darling of Mt Fuji
waited for so long to find its
beauty

sharp tag in the every pub, the
belt loosen every pocket tab …

poem by Antonio Liao
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The Love Of A Flower

Love is peace without thoughts
Is a colorful flower
Is a blue light
Is a view all in youth..... Love is a hidden star
Is a moon yet to be discovered
Is a honeymoon onto his deep skin
Is the hunger of man to loved eternally The love of a flower.....
Is a rest upon your man's chest
Is a first love of a Springtime dream
Is a gift from the above onto his arms The love of a flower.....
Is to witness the birth of your son
Is to awake for the first time
Is to swim for love once again with him The love of a flower.....
Is to really learn to love and see life for what it is
Is to be able to write a poem to the sky and smile
Is to look at your love and state "indeed you're all my youth"

poem by Minerva A. Garcia
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He was a great thundering paradox of a man.

quote by William Manchester
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Because Youth Is A Flower

because youth is a flower
that blooms only once
one must be kind to use
hands which are gentle

a flower is fragile with
petals and sepals and
stalks not strong enough
to withstand the demands of
time

the flower that blooms today
tomorrow shall die
each moment is crucial
each bloom cannot last forever

the flowers of my youth
if well taken cared of
shall proceed with its fruits
and its seeds.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Afloat And Ashore

'Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
Like a whale to starboard, a whale to port;
Tumble and rumble, and grumble and snort,
And the steamer steams thro' the sea, love!'

'I see the ship on the sea, love,
I stand alone
On this rock,
The sea does not shock
The stone;
The waters around it are swirled,
But under my feet
I feel it go down
To where the hemispheres meet
At the adamant heart of the world.
Oh, that the rock would move!
Oh, that the rock would roll
To meet thee over the sea, love!
Surely my mighty love
Should fill it like a soul,
And it should bear me to thee, love;
Like a ship on the sea, love,
Bear me, bear me, to thee, love!'

'Guns are thundering, seas are sundering, crowds are wondering,
Low on our lee, love.
Over and over the cannon-clouds cover brother and lover, but over and over
The whirl-wheels trundle the sea, love,
And on thro' the loud pealing pomp of her cloud
The great ship is going to thee, love;
Blind to her mark, like a world thro' the dark,
Thundering, sundering, to the crowds wondering,
Thundering ever to thee, love.'

'I have come down to thee coming to me, love,
I stand, I stand
On the solid sand,
I see thee coming to me, love;
The sea runs up to me on the sand,
I start-'t is as if thou hadst stretched thine hand
And touched me thro' the sea, love.
I feel as if I must die
For there's something longs to fly,
Fly and fly, to thee, love.
As the blood of the flower ere she blows
Is beating up to the sun,
And her roots do hold her down,
And it blushes and breaks undone
In a rose,
So my blood is beating in me, love!
I see thee nigh and nigher,
And my soul leaps up like sudden fire,
My life's in the air
To meet thee there,
To meet thee coming to me, love!
Over the sea,
Coming to me,
Coming, and coming to me, love!'

'The boats are lowered: I leap in first,
Pull, boys, pull! or my heart will burst!
More! more!-lend me an oar!-
I'm thro' the breakers! I'm on the shore!
I see thee waiting for me, love!'

'A sudden storm
Of sighs and tears,
A clenching arm,
A look of years.
In my bosom a thousand cries,
A flash like light before my eyes,
And I am lost in thee, love!'

poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Youthly Power

Sade in the youthly power
like the odor out of the flower
So, in the blosson within the flower
to understand the color of the flower
is the way to comprehend the feeling of the flower
and to feel the flower is by its power from the odor

poem by Shady ElShafie
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Lament on a sweetheart

When I was young and sure of myself
and almost still a greenhorn,
you were already meant for me

and when I came back from the thundering of war
I marvelled about my chances with you,
and got you
as the girlfriend of girlfriends.
.
That time was filled
with almost a life time’s happiness
that was pressed into moments
and your glittering eyes,
the softness of your lips
left me breathless

and with a new beat
my heart was knocking
so if you had become
a part of my being
and could read every though of mine
and comprehended me better
than I myself.

Through university classes I covertly watched you
and my thoughts were only with you
as if nothing else really mattered
and your enchantment
really hit me to the core.

It was if your smile
could even drive away
the grey of a Cape winter
and I started to write verses to you,
gave flowers and gifts
and when you adored me
it was far past special

and utterly naive I believed
that nothing could come between us,
as if love has an own fortress
as an entrenchment.

Now it’s years later
and sometimes when I sleep
I dream that you
are embracing me

and I know
that some flames never die
and I wonder when
I will have a chance with you again

and I am trying to shatter destiny,
to build a life with shoelaces
and like a giant
to stand against life’s thundering blows.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Youth

Mood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Eagle-like must seek the blue,
Dauntlessly its course pursue,
All the mountain-heights must view.
Blood of youth,
Blood of youth,
Steam-like puts full-speed to sea,
E'en though storm and ice there be,
Makes its way and romps in glee.
Dream of youth,
Dream of youth,
Rogue-like stealing sets its snare
In the maiden's morning-prayer;
All the springtime, fragrant, glowing,
In its airy waves is flowing.
Joy of youth,
Joy of youth,
Waterfall-like foams in truth,
Laughing, rainbow-gifts forth flashing,
Even while to death 't is dashing.
Joy of youth,
Dream of youth,
Blood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Clothe the world with colors golden,
Singing songs that never olden.

poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Daydream

Daydream!
Of pleasing portents
That you can manage

You can’t help
Wild nightmares
Thundering truths

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations.

quote by Alfred Jarry
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Pre-Existence

I laid me down upon the shore
And dreamed a little space;
I heard the great waves break and roar;
The sun was on my face.

My idle hands and fingers brown
Played with the pebbles grey;
The waves came up, the waves went down,
Most thundering and gay.

The pebbles, they were smooth and round
And warm upon my hands,
Like little people I had found
Sitting among the sands.

The grains of sands so shining-small
Soft through my fingers ran;
The sun shone down upon it all,
And so my dream began:

How all of this had been before;
How ages far away
I lay on some forgotten shore
As here I lie to-day.

The waves came shining up the sands,
As here to-day they shine;
And in my pre-pelasgian hands
The sand was warm and fine.

I have forgotten whence I came,
Or what my home might be,
Or by what strange and savage name
I called that thundering sea.

I only know the sun shone down
As still it shines to-day,
And in my fingers long and brown
The little pebbles lay.

poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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