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It was written long ago on 25 March 1992.
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
A Journal Entry morning saturday early I feel sinister almost all the time, poet, like trespassing inside their minds like photographing them behind the shades like traveling beyond where things are safe with my eyes and questions
This poem depicts about our first engineering marvel of building a bridge across the sea. This is India's first fly over bridge in Mumbai and credit goes to all the engineers, technicians, planners who made it possible.
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
there was a time when the world was in turmoil an causes a parliament of materialistic whores, but there was a few great ones who deared to take a stand against all odds, a time when fabric of only hope was on the very edge of extinction, a time when
A TYPICAL WEEK IN MY LIFE!
I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabular
My father accidentally ran my mother over when i was 20 and my brother 18. As we waited for the case to be decided it tore our family apart. My mothers family was extremely upset that me and my brother stuck by our fathers side. After the case was closed we tried to mend fences and now can all sit in the same room and talk.
I remember that day I longed for you standing in the rain but you never came an the letter you put in my pocket I never got the chance to read must of washed away I really would of like to know what you had said it's still hunts me it's funny how lov
Obsessions run wild and free. You never know who it will be. Every day someone new. Is it love or is it you?
illuminating like a thousand suns he c*m to wipe away the tears of the falling ones an with his healing hands an his ingredients of love revealing the message from heaven above raising his children to the bringing of light in a cluster of stars on a
Out of love
It's an epidemic...everyone glued to their phones...
souls and warm clay in a gallery of the painted moon sliver of the wheel will turn shaping edges from my mind as water spreads across her face into rivulets of pigment like all the rivers of the earth as they wander to the sea for freedom is mo
A short blues. Almost done with music part.
When young we had many opportunities to meet and find someone new, now as time passes and peoples needs or wants change it is harder to just fall in love. Memories of loving someone, holding them and smelling their scent just linger in the recesses of our minds hoping to find that special person to rekindle your heart.
When we fall in love it is truly an addictive drug that makes us do insane and sometimes wonderous things. Love is Addictive...be Warned.
Word are your tools in life yes!. But not many people are saying how deep love can be or for that matter know how.
Originally written for a contest about angels
Is just a poem I figured out,its real.
I wrote this poem in 2003 for my Mom's 80th birthday.
I eat peaches for breakfast one before brunch an 3 before dinner an 4 before lunch I eat peaches on my way to school on the dive and into the pool people call me a peach eating fool I eat peaches here I eat peaches there I think there's peaches comi
After you left, my world not remained same. Everything changed; everyone changed and then Everyone started openly to blame Me that I was very much unshaken; That I beat you and fought with you. Surely, You know the truth, for you are not drive
Soldiers dug a hole in the ground By the sweat of their brow Then they went and got this man This same man you still know now I'm sure they must have mocked him As they all took a bow And then they nailed his hands and his feet By the sweat
What you think, what you dream, Even a tranquil mountain stream. What other people have to say Or describe the type of day. Something to make someone smile, Or cause them to ponder a while. It can be about what you see, Or a great deep blue
Be ye angry and sin not. A Bible verse we have forgot. Does your anger rule your life? Do you always live with strife? Many love their confrontations, Seeking out new aggravations. Being negative gives them joy. For them anger is their toy.
I woke up in tears Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs Doesn't matter how many prayers I pray Your're in a place where there's no pain I cry so hard that Every part of my body hurts I miss you so much
God is departed And answers no more , Forever is closed Mercy's door. And now in hell My bed I make, Because my God I did forsake. He called me oft, He called me long, But I preferred The dance and song. I scorn
I was inspired to write this poem after seeing an India film called {"Naya Duar"} meaning new way.Behind this concept is a love story between our India legend star, Dilip Kumar and his love interest vivacing beautiful Vyjantimala.After vising the temple, the hero asks vyjantimala what did she ask God? and the herione blurts into a song::::: {Maang ke saat tumara, meine mang liya sansar} meaning, if I have you, I will have the world.This conversation happened in a single horse driven carriage, where two became one.
It was just a crazy idea to write this poem, because of only one word that kept rotating in my mind and that word was :::::::::::: {Biggest}
Just as I wrote the poem on {Biggest}, I said to myself why not write a poem on {smallest}; this how idea to wriote this poem came to me.
I wrote this poem on seeing with what hopelessness peole are living their life.Whether they are rich or poor, everyone is not at peace. Why is it so? This kept me thinking to pen the poem.
I keep thinking how this world is moving and I see that nothing is static. What fashion is to-day, the next day it vanishes; every day there is something new.This concept kept me thinking and I wrote this poem for a "change"
It's dark in here
SOMEONE WALKED UP TO ME AND SAID THAT LIFE WAS FULL OF OBSCURITIES MY ADVICE WAS THE CONTENT OF 'BEYOND THE VEIL
I here your voice like a decent wind echoing across the sky but there is doubt that breaks it down like a shattered dream with colors that change just take my hand ill show you the way I well move you heat in a deferent pace just take my hand an what
How in the Autumn of our lives, we look back in hope its hours to regain, the truth lies in the magic of each day of our lives? regardless the season.
Just some random tips I've heard over the years. I have been golfing for 31 years on golf courses. I used to just whack a ball around with a 7 iron I got from my brother down at the ball park. The par was 3 to hit a cement block and 3 the other way to hit between two fence posts.
Irelands Little People: The Leprechauns There are many Irish who swear to have seen the little sprite and many more who believe that they exist. They shun humans, who they believe have an insatiable hunger for wealth, are untrustworthy, thoughtless and easily tricked.
A little poem about remembrance for all we are and say….I am often inspired by simple country life here in the New England countryside and sharing a little of that sentiment here.
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