Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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Eve (original beauty)
She stood naked in the garden
With more beauty
Than the first full bloom rose,
The kind and depth of
Beauty
God in Heaven only knows.
The kind of
Beauty that is deep and wild,
The kind of
Beauty lost like the days of a child,
The kind of
Beauty mankind
Has been trying desperately
(without realization)
Forever to find.
The kind of
Beauty
God has put upon
Every souls mind.
The kind of
Beauty
That forever causes God
To call us:
'Mine! '
The kind of original beauty
God understands,
The kind of beauty awaiting
The return of each woman, and man.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Sensitive Kind
Dont take her for granted, she had
A hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
With her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
In time
Youve gotta know shes the
Sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
Every night
You will discover she will treat
You right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
Sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
Her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
Sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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The Sensative Kind
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Music/ Lyrics: J.J. Cale
Lyrics
Dont take her for granted, she had
a hard time
Dont misunderstand her or play
with her mind
Treat her so gently, it will pay you
in time
Youve gotta know shes the
sensitive kind
Tell her you love her each and
every night
You will discover she will treat
you right
If you believe, I know you will find
There aint nothin like the
sensitive kind
She gets so lonely waitin for you
You are the only thing to help
her through
Dont take her for granted
She has a hard time
You got to know shes the
sensitive kind
You got to know shes the
sensitive kind
song performed by by Santana
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To be sensitive
As sensitive, I am neither tolerant nor patient.
As sensitive, I am neither neutral nor indifferent.
As sensitive, I am either a rose or a cactus.
Whose fault is it that I am sensitive?
24.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Disembarkment From The Nature
Love for the nature is always
there in my heart
I am as sensitive as
the nature
I love nature as love as
I love my mother
I am neither a tech savvy
nor development savvy
but I am nature lover at heart
I love shy butterflies
rivers without dams
i love sunsets and sun rises
which we can n't dreamt of
in our concrete jungles
With every new development make
us more insensitive, unkind
and arrogant to the nature
we always thought of above nature
we destroyed forests and building parks
we build the dams destroyed
the sanctity of rivers
we killed butterflies with pollution
and deforestation in the name of development
we lost ourselelves in
the cut throat competition
and globalization
It is not too late
let us start love the nature
let us not sacrifice the nature
on the altar of profits
if nature turns furious
it will wipe out human kind
(Dedicated to the nature lovers and who are in fighting for environment and human rights)
poem by Varun Madhu
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Drought
My tears my tears which water my mind
My tears my tears which make me strong
Tears of joy, tears of every kind
Tears of my sorrow, in my sorrowful song
Weeping tears never more
It is gone, it is gone my hearts manifestation
My tears, my tears my eyes adore
The tears of my soul, my only consolation
But never more, will my eyes leak
I can cry no more, for death did steal
The tears of me, forever dry and weak
My tears, my joy, my life's zeal…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Betty Marsden
She loves green Mother Nature with all her heart and soul
And in the fight to save Birdsland from the developers she played a leading role
And to the cause of Nature she remains ever true
The noble Betty Marsden her equals only few.
She fought for Mother Nature to save her trees and grass
And for the woman who saved Birdsland from development let us raise the toasting glass
For Mother Nature and her Planet suffer due to human greed
And those who protest against development more of their type we need.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development in her achievement can take pride
And in the Shire of Yarra Ranges she is known far and wide
So many places of great beauty have been needlessly destroyed
And hats off to everybody who stand on Nature's side.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development her name in the Yarra Ranges will live on
For without her a place of beauty would have been forever lost and gone
She led the fight for Birdsland against the men of greed
And she's a friend of Mother Nature's and Nature's case she plead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One of Alaska's strengths is our pioneer role in environmentally sensitive development.
quote by Frank Murkowski
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Invariably
In the morning
I invariably...
Say to you,
How much
I love you :)
In the evening,
I invariably...
Forget about you
And say to him:
It's only you :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Beautiful One
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.
Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Supreme Name
The supreme name of He taught us the story of our life,
Eternal life is everlasting and surprising to the senses.
Someone asked if the living God is a supreme God,
And the answer was as usual, your God is One,
Incomparable and Absolute.
His supreme name never humoured anybody
Other than the Devil, the one who damned himself.
May water flow from the fountains of destruction
And let the mountain light be desisted for this
The Last Day.
The trumpet kept each soul intact but submerged,
This ringing excited the soul into resurrection,
The spirits of the dead were now the living,
Yet again the dead have lived,
They are with the Supreme God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What I'd Pay To Be The Proverbs 31 Woman, Instead Of The Proverbs 7 Woman (Beauty)
The beauty you have
Is the kind of beauty
Girls like me long so deeply to have
The beauty you have
Is your hunger for God
A girl like me always wanted to have it
The beauty you have
Is the kind that lasts forever-
-Oh, I would do anything to have it!
The beauty you have,
God smiles on you so brightly
And I miss His smile
Never let go
Of that beauty you have!
(It surpasses that of so many.)
[For Samantha; 6/24/09]
poem by Chanlin Boyd Cox
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The Supreme Soul
In awakeness,
I was there,
My mind was there,
My body was there,
In my dreams,
I was there,
My mind was there,
But my body was lost.
In my deep sleep,
I was there,
But I lost the mind,
So do I lost my body.
In my state beyond,
In the depth of my sleep,
I never sleep,
Nor did I awake,
It was a state,
Of no movement,
No dreams,
And no thinking!
I was without knowledge,
But I was the knowledge,
I was the illumination,
Of the supreme soul,
With whom I parted
On my birth.
I lost my memory,
Of my parent soul
But for the active
Five senses
Of my body,
The gift of the supreme soul!
I attained him,
When I lost the senses,
When I lost the earthly bond
When I lost the turbulations,
Of the earthly passions!
In union with him
The supreme soul
I lost my self,
And my soul,
Melted and immersed
With the supreme soul!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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The Years
To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me --
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive, shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
The years went by and never knew
That each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart --
Oh, sensitive, shy years, oh, lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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To the girl I call thee
Passion's sword cut thy lines for beauty to trace
And beauty did trace with all loves fever
Thou art a woman whose dream is to dream forever
So in other dreams you dream with them too
And make all dreams dreams come true..
Lost for words I'll let love speak
My love for you, my love you make
With passion's sword thy slice my soul
For thou to wear, for love's sake
Two thousand tears for one moment of love
Doth not quench the thirst of my melancholic palette
I love you as next to me I subtly taste
Thy soul, with my soul's love in love chaste
Beauty in my limpid tears, thou love's mirror
In my tears, thou tears do sear
Thy burnt tears emblazon love to me
My beloved, my heart, the girl I call thee
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Soul
the beauty of the day
washes my troubles away
seeing the sun up above
and the sky clear blue
always' reminds me of you'
the smile on your face
radiating the beauty within
and the depth in your eyes
just pulling me, like a rip current..
deeper and deeper i go
until i reach your very soul.
then your soul absorbs my entireity
shoots me out and sets me free.
sets me free to see all the
beauty that you have inside
a beauty which i can't deny.
there is nothing in this world
with which your beauty to compare
now that i found you i will not share.
you have taught my soul to fly
of that there is no lie.
now i am high above the ground
my heart hears all the sounds.
the sound of broken hearts, and lost souls
and tears that fall to the floor.
never to be heard evermore.
for teardrops dry up like the rain
and you lose all your pain.
because of you i have found
the beauty of a soul.
and in love you lose control.
poem by Louis Rams
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Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Girl I know there's something wrong
And something strange is going on
And no matter what I do
Wanna can't break through
Girl I need to understand
Cuz you won't give me answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Ain't nobody out to control
You or what you stand for
Baby girl I really need to know
Do or don't you want this love
Won't you help me understand
Girl I really need some answers
How can I help you
If you don't want me to
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
Sensitive
Who says a man's not suppose to be
Sensitive
I'm keeping the faith that you still love me
Sensitive
Baby I'm not ashamed to be
Sensitive
Baby I love you
But is it time to let you go
I don't know where we are girl
And you won't let me know
I never hear you laugh
I never see you cry
Never heard you say you need a love like mine
See I'm giving you everything that's inside
But you need to fill me up
Cuz you're not playing with the flame
Girl you won't get burned
You know that's not the kind of thing I do
I guess I need to get what I give
What can I say girl I'm sensitive
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Beauty is a Million Colors
Beauty is more than appearance
Beauty is love
The graceful wings of a dove
The endless imagination in a dream
Beauty is not always something that can be seen
Beauty is laughter
And the remembrance after
Beauty is hope
When you have no reason to
Beauty is he and she and me and you
Beauty is forgiving
No matter how hard
Beauty is kindness
Making the best of a mess
Beauty is tears
And overcoming your fears
Beauty is individuality
The courage to be yourself
Beauty is a book, sitting on a shelf
To define beauty,
An impossible task
Because truly,
Does anyone really know, I ask
Beauty is different to me
Than to you
I wonder if anyone ever knew
poem by Sareeah Keelyn
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Music has always been my back door to life. It is important for people to find something that excites them. I like the concept that if you do what excites you, you will be rewarded generously, whatever form reward takes, which is not necessarily money.
quote by Brandon Boyd
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Wavy Ocean Vavroovahana Patra
Wavy blue Ocean attracts travellers day and night;
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath with delight.
God’s creation is an everlasting beauty;
Passers-by enjoy the beauty with gaiety.
Ocean kisses the Shore day and night;
As the beloved kisses the lover with delight.
The rivers mingle in the Ocean beautifully;
As Souls mingle in Supreme soul delightfully.
Ocean attracts the rivers day and night;
As God attracts devotees with delight.
Real devotee hankers after salvation;
Drinks the nectar from the lap of creation.
Poet’s mind is broad as the Ocean;
Lives enjoying the beauty of creation.
Depicts verses concentrating mind on Jagannath;
He is the Supreme Soul, a brook of mirth.
Wavy Ocean is the creation of Jagannath;
God is the cause of death and birth.
Man comes for a transient period to Earth;
Ocean remains for ever, man goes with mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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