If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have paradise in a few years.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Fugitive Happiness
Whatever place you live in
Be it Irving Springs or Dallas
Live in happiness.
You left your sweet home
And your beloved mom
In search of happiness.
But I know you still are roaming
For the desired happiness
War has made the happiness a fugitive
You will never meet her again.
poem by Devil Poet
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Nothing To Be Desired
Nothing to be desired
It leaves nothing to be desired
Nothing
Theres nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired any more
Mind changing
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your
Mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changin
Stand by
Mind changing
Mind changing
And theres nothing to be desired
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Certainly not ?
Nothing to be desired
Nothing
Nothing to be desired
Its not mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind changing
Change your mind changing
Mind change
Change your mind change
Appearances
Nothing to be desired appeared on
song performed by by David Bowie
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What is your happiness?
happiness for some is a buck and a quarter,
happiness for other is a son or a daughter.
but what is happiness to you?
sure you can define,
if your feeling is such that you're no longer mine.
what is happiness...
and how can it be;
that there was once happiness,
now, no longer seen?
paradise we 'shared'
twas paradise to me,
now the paradise is just that of a flooded dream.
time is of the essance,
but time is what you need.
time to mend a broken heart,
or tear it at the seam.
words unspoken,
one side unheard,
all that your feeling,
is my number one concern.
you thoughts, your feelings this knowledge I yearn,
all that I've spoken, but now it's your turn.
Copyright © Adam Rubenstein January 2007
poem by Adam Rubenstein
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Fortunate, Unfortunate
He was
Not unfortunate
But unfortunately
He could not get
What he desired
Unfortunately
What he desired?
Was unachievable
Nobody advised him so
His failure turned into
Misery
Unfortunately
He started to think
He cannot do anything
Fortunately
He met an old saint
Who told him?
To do
What he can do best
He tried and tried
Till he got success
Fortunately
His misery ended
Unfortunately
He did not thank
The old man
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Waster
I love my life on Mars
It has a side of perfect slumber
Just like a lucky charm
Keeps the nights from mornings after
And though I find it hard
I might say with a gay abandon
Girl we got it all
A room with a view of the rings of Saturn
Girl we got it all
Come spend your life on Mars
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the thing you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Don't waster her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
My mind may go astray
But that don't mean that you should follow
This road to Mandalay
Where you might drown when the water's shallow
And though you'll find it hard
You might add with a gay abandon
Now, girl we got it all
On Santa Monica Boulevard
Girl we got it all
Come hang on the Boulevard
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you find the thing you've always admired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you find the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said don't waste her (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
song performed by by Gomez
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Is freedom a joy?
When traffic signals operate
I don’t be free to cross
And in their absence
I don’t feel safe to cross either.
Where fidelity prevails
I don’t get the desired.
Where adultery thrives
I can’t keep the desired.
Freedom snatches safety.
Is freedom all time a joy?
10.03.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love and hate is a cycle
You hate whom you had loved.
You love whom you had hated.
You fear whom you had desired
And desire whom you had feared.
Yesterday is not today
And today, not tomorrow.
22.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bystander
I am a bystander, a spectacle myself,
Who harms only when desired, fully desired;
I keep a stout opinion, after the love of another,
Minor opinions are aroused, after the love of people.
I lead and you expel, from the fountain that springs
From the earth so hot and angry, a bath has shaped
From my authority to celebrate the young nation.
By itself, a well has grown to expel and expulsion
Is wrong, too incorrect, for the water is not dirty.
A bath is my conjecture, the factor of worship,
Opinion after ideas fashions us afterwards.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Seek New Lows
Those who wish with you,
To seek new lows.
With a disrespect...
That sinks deeper into neglect,
Of one's integrity.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Some people can get too familiar,
With what they believe another should accept.
As a means of a closeness to be given one gets.
Let these folks go.
Unless a willingness to be dragged,
Through the mud and laughed at...
Is a desired goal.
Who knows?
There are those who call this behavioral nonsense,
Friendship.
'Uh...
I'm gonna have to find,
Another way to occupy my time.
'Cause you don't know me like that!
Nor will I allow this sleaze appeal,
To get any deeper to offend in a new dimension.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Virgin Man
My Love,
Today when you told me
That “something”
Happened to you
As I sat close to you
Whenever you were there
With me
And I with You.
Trust Me –
I don’t even remember
On how many such occasions
That “something” happened to you
When and where…
What day, and what place.
Yet I do remember
That very lovely smile
On your handsome face
Those twinkling eyes of yours
And the way you used to
Scribble your head
With those seductive
Fingers of yours…
Setting your hair straight
Combing your fingers through
And my Love,
Today when you confessed
About those “very difficult” times
When you felt it so hard
To stop yourself
From falling all over me…
I felt wonderful!
Being desired by you
For I’ve always desired you
Psychologically, emotionally
And physically -
Like a woman would desire
The man of her life
To whom she wants to be a
Life-long wife.
Once and for all,
If we could turn the clock back
And those moments of desire
Would come to us again
I wish you were not so
Hesitant
And neither was I
So very coy.
I wish you could come
Falling for me…
Seeking me
With love and passion.
And I would have had
Demurely, Blushingly
Yet so very truly
Given in to you
With my true emotions
That are still
Very much there...
For you, and you and you
After all these years
Of living in separation.
Call it the Game of Time
Or Destiny
May be a lot to do
With God’s Decree.
That when I felt for you
And You felt for me
I kept quite and
So did you.
If that one last time
Whenever it was -
Out of all the times
You had desired me
When I sat next to you
Talking all and sundry.
That one very moment
You could have let it out
And I could have had
The Guts
To say it all out -
How very much
I truly loved you
Deeply desired you
And even do
Till this very day.
That one moment in time
Ripe in passion and in love
Would have changed
Our destinies forever…
And I would have asked you
To marry me, to make me yours
I would have faced the world for you
If only you would have been mine.
Yes – That moment in time
Lost to posterity
Still has its fleeting glimpses
In us
In the memories we share
For we know
However much we care
For each other.
Now – You are no longer
That Virgin Man
And I am no more that
Virgin Woman
To offer our
Virgin love and passion
To each other.
You and me
Busy with our families
Being married elsewhere
Now seek comfort
And respite
In the memories of days gone by…
And some consolation
That there is a relationship
We hope to cherish
Till death makes us part
That is our long-distance
Time-tied, life-long
Friendship.
And what more can we do
As we always do…
Than me write a poem
And you read it through
Of a once Virgin Man
Who had feelings for
A once Virgin Woman.
Yet so blissfully unaware
That he was the Man
The Love of her Life
Whom she would have loved
To beget sons and daughters
As his very beloved wife.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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They Are Not The Kind
Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
I have been a servant.
Not a master of any ways.
I do what I must do then leave.
I have let them believe I am their slave.
However...
What is going on today,
Looks a bit bleak.
And under sunrays appears very grave.
There has been so many messages,
Delivered to these folks.
Everything they heard that warned...
They turned into a festival,
Backstabbed messengers...
And made them jokes to poke!
Am I stuck to plunge,
When I have not desired this?
They have been the wicked ones...
May I slip away and exit this ship?
OR...
If I may make one suggestion?
Those sitting over there,
Have the expertise...
To repair this like brand new!
They can...
And do that quick!
But, of course, I understand...
They are not the kind,
You wish to see command!
Correct?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If It Was Theirs On Demand
There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.
And common sense?
Well...
I have discovered,
That it is not so common.
In fact the absence of it,
Can be expected.
And rare it is...
If it appears at all.
And the doing of something for others?
One should stop and think about that quick.
Since many people don't appreciate,
What it is for them that is done to assist.
Many will complain as if the time taken,
By someone who has gone out of their way...
Is not what they prefer.
They will have the nerve to say,
Something else desired...
Is what they deserve.
There is one thing I've learned,
About the use of my time.
I've learned through the years,
Not to let anyone abuse it...
As if it was theirs on demand.
And what I have chosen to do today...
Is to satisified and please my own thirst first!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Judigng alters
I hated what I had loved.
I shunned what I had sought.
I feared what I had desired
And desired what I had feared.
We love what we’ll hate later.
We seek what we’ll shun later.
We desire what we’ll fear in time.
We fear what we’ll desire in time.
No judgment is permanent.
19.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Im In The Mood To Be Desired
This song was first released on the dreamland express album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Another day is over and Im on my way home
Knowing youll be waiting is all I need to know
cause Im in the mood to be desired
Wrap your arms around me
Im in the mood
Lets build a fire
Till the embers retire, well be
Lost, in a world of ecstacy
Forget about my troubles
Forget about my woes
Youre the one who comforts me
Whenever I feel low
cause Im in the mood to be desired
Wrap your arms around me
Im in the mood
Lets build a fire
Till the embers retire, well be
Lost, in a world of ecstacy
Youre everything I could imagine
Fillin me up with such passion
Eternity is not long enough for you and me
cause Im in the mood to be desired
Wrap your arms around me
Im in the mood
Lets build a fire
Till the embers retire, well be
Lost, in a world of ecstacy
Words and music by andre martel and katrina walker
song performed by by John Denver
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A Requiem
Neobule, being tired,
Far too tired to laugh or weep,
From the hours, rosy and gray,
Hid her golden face away.
Neobule, fain of sleep,
Slept at last as she desired!
Neobule! is it well,
That you haunt the hollow lands,
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Plucking, with their spectral hands,
Scentless blooms of asphodel?
Neobule, tired to death
Of the flowers that I threw
On her flower-like, fair feet,
Sighed for blossoms not so sweet,
Lunar roses pale and blue,
Lilies of the world beneath.
Neobule! ah, too tired
Of the dreams and days above!
Where the poor, dead people stray,
Ghostly, pitiful and gray,
Out of life and out of love,
Sleeps the sleep which she desired.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Delray My Beach in Florida So Real Estate of Mine...
Paradise is the word,
no other to be called,
a beach like no other
The Sun here is to Shy
Shy! My SunShine
Delray, Delray Beach!
The Paradise...So easy to find...
So dear to me, for so long in my past,
You the Beach I desired...
And there you Are,
Always, day and night,
Beautiful Delray,
Open as no other heart
Safe, protected, Welcoming...
Love, My Beach, My Delray,
The City I call Home!
poem by Florida Angel
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The Free Restless Spirit
there are people ahead of us
and who enjoy their own fame who like to teach us
how to make frames
that there are desired shapes of words
with their own colors and tones
and like light we ought to mix them
to their own
precise delight
when i was new i had always been clumsy
because i always want to think like them
each hour i command my hands to take their
own shapes of fingers
there are always desired sizes and colors and tones
and for years
i have lived in so much restraint that i finally discern
that i am not free
because i must live the way i ought to be like by them
too suffocating
like i am covering my head with
a helmet
so as not to harm myself
from their preconceived accidents
my voice thinned out and my hands
became moles
then too tired to take their commands
i escaped
into the mountains
and i learned the language of the birds and the trees
the songs of the wind and wilderness
my arms become rivers and my feet mountains
my hair the forest and my eyes the sun and moon
my breath is the wind
this is what freedom does
this is the fruit restlessness
this is the poem that you are reading now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Forever
I wish I could hold her and care for her forever
Her love and care is all that I ever desired
If she can be mine in any form, then it is enough for me
Since, now at least I can feel her spirit close to me
She, is so beautiful
Everything which she shares with me, is a gift for me
Only her love I ever desired
She is beautiful and not less than a fairy for me
Special she is, so special for me
Just her presence is enough for me
Help, she helps me in so many ways
Thank her I never ever can
Forever, is the only word I wish for.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Today... 'Desired Of All Nations
In Abraham all nations God again will bless
Through His Only Son The Lord of Righteousness
Heaven and earth He is once more about to shake
As the Desired of all Nations His place shall take
The earth has now been shaken by God's Holy Word
And it's values are turned upside down by the Lord
For God's house is filled with songs of worship and praise
As the redeemed of mankind their great anthem raise
The gospel throughout the world has now been made known
And Christ has ascended to sit upon the throne
Heaven and earth are filled with His glory and peace
Praise to the Desired of all nations will not cease
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