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Trip To Paris
I open my door
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
my visit to paris
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 1 ~
If i remember, will it still make it true;
that a small girl with pink pearls
could colour a landscape brilliant hue?
Even now, after these many years,
i can feel the tousle of carriage
pounding earth upon main thoroughfare;
my knuckles white with grasping hold
of any part of frame to keep my precarious perch
and not land onto the street ceremoniously!
Never say "ta ra dari" unless prepared
to brace with all fours instead of just two.
How could a land so lost in time
be with such haste to short trip to the market?
If it were to deal with important business meeting,
only then would you have time to hear crickets sing.
Even in my sky-blue cotton of local attire,
i stood out like obvious sore thumb.
Respectful i try to be with lowered eyes,
for a woman alone was not to be.
I only wish to handpick the vegetables,
to be safe for preparing for my three.
It began by accident, striking in conversation
with a tall commanding Nordic woman;
seemingly as brave as her ancestors and to be.
I admired among all the chaos of different modes of transport,
her rambling safari-type rover with steps above my knee.
So, by chance and polite chat of exchange
came my first meeting of her charge from her own stay
She offered me ride in the high seat,
so i paid my taka to the wallah in exchange.
Off we bounced and dusted the rest of the way
until we came to the circle of busiest trade.
Before my feet could barely alight though,
i was confronted with the brightest of smiles.
The tall Nordic woman told her name is "Asma",
and that she was giving her a sweater to wear.
My eyes delighted on Asma,
a girl no more the age of 7 or 8 years,
but i am sure, wiser than most alike around globe.
Her smile was the whitest, flashing and broad
than EVER i had seen; in this land of Dhaka,
where tears should be as wide as the rivers be.
She wore pink pearls that were famous in area;
though hers were made of plastic, i could not blame.
She wore a dress; though clinging of dirt,
i wanted to brush her tangled hair....
as my impulse would be if one of my daughters
would wake from unrestful night,
i wanted to soothe everything, any fright,
with just the stroking palm of my hand.
I learned unwritten rules that wondrous winter;
of what is safe to gift market girls that young.
Give what they can eat, or what they can wear.
The rest can be plucked from their hand,
as soon as you part on your way.
that a small girl with pink pearls
could colour a landscape brilliant hue?
Even now, after these many years,
i can feel the tousle of carriage
pounding earth upon main thoroughfare;
my knuckles white with grasping hold
of any part of frame to keep my precarious perch
and not land onto the street ceremoniously!
Never say "ta ra dari" unless prepared
to brace with all fours instead of just two.
How could a land so lost in time
be with such haste to short trip to the market?
If it were to deal with important business meeting,
only then would you have time to hear crickets sing.
Even in my sky-blue cotton of local attire,
i stood out like obvious sore thumb.
Respectful i try to be with lowered eyes,
for a woman alone was not to be.
I only wish to handpick the vegetables,
to be safe for preparing for my three.
It began by accident, striking in conversation
with a tall commanding Nordic woman;
seemingly as brave as her ancestors and to be.
I admired among all the chaos of different modes of transport,
her rambling safari-type rover with steps above my knee.
So, by chance and polite chat of exchange
came my first meeting of her charge from her own stay
She offered me ride in the high seat,
so i paid my taka to the wallah in exchange.
Off we bounced and dusted the rest of the way
until we came to the circle of busiest trade.
Before my feet could barely alight though,
i was confronted with the brightest of smiles.
The tall Nordic woman told her name is "Asma",
and that she was giving her a sweater to wear.
My eyes delighted on Asma,
a girl no more the age of 7 or 8 years,
but i am sure, wiser than most alike around globe.
Her smile was the whitest, flashing and broad
than EVER i had seen; in this land of Dhaka,
where tears should be as wide as the rivers be.
She wore pink pearls that were famous in area;
though hers were made of plastic, i could not blame.
She wore a dress; though clinging of dirt,
i wanted to brush her tangled hair....
as my impulse would be if one of my daughters
would wake from unrestful night,
i wanted to soothe everything, any fright,
with just the stroking palm of my hand.
I learned unwritten rules that wondrous winter;
of what is safe to gift market girls that young.
Give what they can eat, or what they can wear.
The rest can be plucked from their hand,
as soon as you part on your way.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
One year in Dhaka, taught me more of life than a decadelove is strong
my love for you is strong
my life is yours for the taken
my tears are yours to share
my pain is yours for braken
the pleasure is always yours for the making
but most of all my heart is yours for the caring
i love you forever
your my life, soul, tear drop in my eye,
my pain, my pleasure, and my soul forever
i will always love you for ever and ever
my life is yours for the taken
my tears are yours to share
my pain is yours for braken
the pleasure is always yours for the making
but most of all my heart is yours for the caring
i love you forever
your my life, soul, tear drop in my eye,
my pain, my pleasure, and my soul forever
i will always love you for ever and ever
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
love for someoneInstinct
What is it makes your old yard dog
Bay all night at the moon,
In chorus with the wild coyote's
Archaic clannish tune?
By daylight he's content enough
To lay around and nap.
Domesticated by his look
A ward of table scrap.
But nightfall wakens something deep
Where mind and soul convene.
Some age-old longing locked away
Embedded in his genes.
The same thing makes a fella
Who is both steadfast and sane,
Jerk down a rope and join the chase
With slack pitched in his rein.
His slight regard for consequence
Attests to what's inside.
A banner unfurled honestly,
Impossible to hide.
Some know it on the ocean's waves.
Some dig it out of mines.
It finds us on the city streets
Or high up in the pines.
It's played out in the stadiums
For all the multitude,
Or realized in the cedar breaks
In perfect solitude.
That we fool others and ourselves
It matters not at all.
We're ruled by what's inside us
When we hear the coyote call.
Bay all night at the moon,
In chorus with the wild coyote's
Archaic clannish tune?
By daylight he's content enough
To lay around and nap.
Domesticated by his look
A ward of table scrap.
But nightfall wakens something deep
Where mind and soul convene.
Some age-old longing locked away
Embedded in his genes.
The same thing makes a fella
Who is both steadfast and sane,
Jerk down a rope and join the chase
With slack pitched in his rein.
His slight regard for consequence
Attests to what's inside.
A banner unfurled honestly,
Impossible to hide.
Some know it on the ocean's waves.
Some dig it out of mines.
It finds us on the city streets
Or high up in the pines.
It's played out in the stadiums
For all the multitude,
Or realized in the cedar breaks
In perfect solitude.
That we fool others and ourselves
It matters not at all.
We're ruled by what's inside us
When we hear the coyote call.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
This poem came to me as I was riding with some friends high up in the mountains a few years ago. I'd say the poem out loud and we'd all repeat it , finding the words, making it complete. :-) It speaks of man's desire to answer what's inside. :-)An Irish Heart
The kettle whistled on the stove as she tottered about the kitchen; something always on her mind, yet never shed on to the minds of others. 'An Irish heart' - so true and loyal, she bore her burden well.
Worry - I believe that was always her main ailment, as a result of her unconditional love for her family an her constant desire for all to be well. Even a small row between siblings over 'spilt milk' would upset her - her caring religous nature shone through her actions. I always respected her powerful faith that things would always mend themselves and that any imbalance of good and evil would always rectify itself.
Her never-ending belief in the power of good in society, and in God, is what I believe sustained her seventy-eight years of life. A life which I am truly thankful for...as it is the backbone of my own.
A quiet woman, who never once seeked recognition for the extent of the kindness and love that she shared; never once acknowledged for her unenviable role in sustaining the peace in her household.
My Granny, a modest woman, with 'An Irish heart', so true and loyal...I love her still. x
Worry - I believe that was always her main ailment, as a result of her unconditional love for her family an her constant desire for all to be well. Even a small row between siblings over 'spilt milk' would upset her - her caring religous nature shone through her actions. I always respected her powerful faith that things would always mend themselves and that any imbalance of good and evil would always rectify itself.
Her never-ending belief in the power of good in society, and in God, is what I believe sustained her seventy-eight years of life. A life which I am truly thankful for...as it is the backbone of my own.
A quiet woman, who never once seeked recognition for the extent of the kindness and love that she shared; never once acknowledged for her unenviable role in sustaining the peace in her household.
My Granny, a modest woman, with 'An Irish heart', so true and loyal...I love her still. x
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.
Dear poets here
lol seems i've an affliction, it's an addiction to your nonfiction ...... your thoughts your wishes your cons an your prose freedom y'all found with no cover not bound ..... it's so good to see that jointly, what we all share's commented with true care. :)
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Please note this is for all who post here in the poetry forum:)THIS IS TO YOU SON
THE WORLDS BIGGEST MIRICLE SO LOVED AND SO TRUE
FROM THE FIRST DAY THE LORD GRACED ME WITH YOU
I KNEW I WOULD LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART
FROM THE FIRST TIME I HELD YOU SO CLOSE TO MY HEART
SO CLOSE I FEEL YOUR HEART BEAT RIGHT NEXT TO MINE
I VOWED TO LOVE TO PROTECT AND TO CHERISH YOU
I KNOW IN MY HEART THAT YOU WILL LOOK UP TO ME
I KNEW I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
I KNEW FROM THE START THAT YOU HAD MY HEART
I WILL LOVE YOU AND CARE FOR YOU HELP YOU GROW SMART
WITH YOU BY MY SIDE I CAN DO ANYTHING
YOU GIVE ME THE STENGTH TO KEEP HOLDING ON
YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO KEEP HOLDING ON
YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO KEEP MOVING ON
I WILL PICK YOU UP IF YOU SHOULD EVER FALL
IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
I WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN NO MATTER WHAT IT BE
AND I MAKE THIS PROMISE TO YOU
THAT I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
TO GUIDE YOU AND HELP YOU GO ANYWHERE
I HOPE AND I PRAY THAT EVERYDAY
THAT YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART THAT I TRULLY DO CARE
YOUR ROAD WILL BE ROUGH
BUT I KNOW YOULL BE TOUGH
CAUSE I LOVED YOU AND I CARED
AND YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT I WILL BE THERE
THROUGH THICK AND THROUGH THIN
I KNOW YOU WILL WIN
EVEN WHEN IM LONG GONE
I KNOW YOULL WALK ON
WITH GRACE AND WITH GLORY
YOULL TELL MY STORIES
I KNOW YOULL BE PROUD AND BE TRUE
B/C I WAS THERE FOR YOU
AND HAD THE PROMISE IN YOUR HEART
EVEN AFTER WE WILL PART
YOU WILL TAKE THE RIGHT PATH
YOU WILL GROW AND YOU WILL PROSPER
TILL THE VERY END AND WILL PASS MY GIFTS DOWN
TO LET THEM BEGIN AGAIN
BUT FROM THE BEGINING TO THE END YOU WILL ALWAYS KNOW
THAT YOU ARE MY MIRICLE AND I HELPED YOU GROW.
"I LOVE YOU SON AND HOPE THAT YOU KNOW"
"ILL DO THE BEST THAT I CAN" "THE BEST THAT I KNOW"
FROM THE FIRST DAY THE LORD GRACED ME WITH YOU
I KNEW I WOULD LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART
FROM THE FIRST TIME I HELD YOU SO CLOSE TO MY HEART
SO CLOSE I FEEL YOUR HEART BEAT RIGHT NEXT TO MINE
I VOWED TO LOVE TO PROTECT AND TO CHERISH YOU
I KNOW IN MY HEART THAT YOU WILL LOOK UP TO ME
I KNEW I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
I KNEW FROM THE START THAT YOU HAD MY HEART
I WILL LOVE YOU AND CARE FOR YOU HELP YOU GROW SMART
WITH YOU BY MY SIDE I CAN DO ANYTHING
YOU GIVE ME THE STENGTH TO KEEP HOLDING ON
YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO KEEP HOLDING ON
YOU GIVE ME A REASON TO KEEP MOVING ON
I WILL PICK YOU UP IF YOU SHOULD EVER FALL
IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
I WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN NO MATTER WHAT IT BE
AND I MAKE THIS PROMISE TO YOU
THAT I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
TO GUIDE YOU AND HELP YOU GO ANYWHERE
I HOPE AND I PRAY THAT EVERYDAY
THAT YOU KNOW IN YOUR HEART THAT I TRULLY DO CARE
YOUR ROAD WILL BE ROUGH
BUT I KNOW YOULL BE TOUGH
CAUSE I LOVED YOU AND I CARED
AND YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT I WILL BE THERE
THROUGH THICK AND THROUGH THIN
I KNOW YOU WILL WIN
EVEN WHEN IM LONG GONE
I KNOW YOULL WALK ON
WITH GRACE AND WITH GLORY
YOULL TELL MY STORIES
I KNOW YOULL BE PROUD AND BE TRUE
B/C I WAS THERE FOR YOU
AND HAD THE PROMISE IN YOUR HEART
EVEN AFTER WE WILL PART
YOU WILL TAKE THE RIGHT PATH
YOU WILL GROW AND YOU WILL PROSPER
TILL THE VERY END AND WILL PASS MY GIFTS DOWN
TO LET THEM BEGIN AGAIN
BUT FROM THE BEGINING TO THE END YOU WILL ALWAYS KNOW
THAT YOU ARE MY MIRICLE AND I HELPED YOU GROW.
"I LOVE YOU SON AND HOPE THAT YOU KNOW"
"ILL DO THE BEST THAT I CAN" "THE BEST THAT I KNOW"
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
THIS POEM WAS INSPIRED BY MY FIRST BORN SON.a Twin wind
Why's it one goe's ahead an one slows behind, is she holdin an makin her mind, the fast wind she's there, the blowin slow, yes she's care, just in thought, yeah it's her prime knowing that for all there's a time. . . . a twin never parts, forever connected hearts two left of three, still a trio u'll be! What's she see . . . a three in two an blessed you'll both be! :)
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
written, yes it's to a special friend's loss.MY CRUSH
DIS CRUSH I HAVE IS KILLING ME SO SOFTLY ITS MAKIN ME SMILE FOR NO REASON ITS MAKIN MY HEART BEAT FASTER ITS MAKIN ME UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA BE WITH U SO I WANNA HOLD U CUDDLE KISS U MAKE U SMILE I WANNA JUST BE URS SO MY CRUSH IF U READ DIS PLEASE CAN I BE URS??
I can look at you all day but being wit u is like a moment of a life time, im standing in front of u, im looking into ur eyes, grab 1 single strand of ur hair & tell u, "being wit u is the best thing that has ever happen to me, holding ur made my heart beat faster, kissing ur lips made my mouth water, and holding u just made my mind wonder, wonder bout what will happen wen i tell u i love u"::..
I can look at you all day but being wit u is like a moment of a life time, im standing in front of u, im looking into ur eyes, grab 1 single strand of ur hair & tell u, "being wit u is the best thing that has ever happen to me, holding ur made my heart beat faster, kissing ur lips made my mouth water, and holding u just made my mind wonder, wonder bout what will happen wen i tell u i love u"::..
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
ITS about a teen age girl having a crush on a guy and in this poems she tells how she feels about himAngels at Sea
Angels at Sea
Born and bred on a briny breeze
Bouncing and bobbing on the stormy belligerent sea
Tramel thought hard about his wonderful wife
As he pondered even harder about saving this life
Coast Guard brazen and bold sailed, ready to save lives
“But back!” the bosun blew as he tried to cast out a line
“Over near the bow!” his breath did blow at Tramel,
The brackish black water did a drowning man trample
Without second thought Tramel dove deep down into the water's darkness
The blazing bright beard of the bosun twitched with unrest
“Lord in heaven, spare my life!” the drowning doomed denizen did shout
Sorrowed sailor Tramel swam the sea without doubt
“No life will be lost” the thought lingered in his mind
He continued to think. “Savior save your sorrow, his life is mine.”
As he pounced and plowed over powerful waves, plunging his hand
Heavily heaving and hoping to help this drowning man
“I've got him sir!” Tramel's tired and trembling voice did call
“Aye aye!” bellowed the bosun, his comrade would not fall
The piercing pins of the plowing sea did clinch,
Yet Tramel swam firm through falter and flinch
He held fast the frayed and failing rope
The grip of his heavy hand his only hope
Raising the ragged Tramel and man up the starboard side
The sea suddenly sullen as the storm did subside
The crew crowded and called out for a life had been saved
Lifting and loving the Coastie so brave
The seething sun scoured away the dark sky
This sailor selflessly smiled as he started to cry
The man was fortunate an angel was on duty this day
“Semper Paratus” Tramel pondered as they ship sailed away
Born and bred on a briny breeze
Bouncing and bobbing on the stormy belligerent sea
Tramel thought hard about his wonderful wife
As he pondered even harder about saving this life
Coast Guard brazen and bold sailed, ready to save lives
“But back!” the bosun blew as he tried to cast out a line
“Over near the bow!” his breath did blow at Tramel,
The brackish black water did a drowning man trample
Without second thought Tramel dove deep down into the water's darkness
The blazing bright beard of the bosun twitched with unrest
“Lord in heaven, spare my life!” the drowning doomed denizen did shout
Sorrowed sailor Tramel swam the sea without doubt
“No life will be lost” the thought lingered in his mind
He continued to think. “Savior save your sorrow, his life is mine.”
As he pounced and plowed over powerful waves, plunging his hand
Heavily heaving and hoping to help this drowning man
“I've got him sir!” Tramel's tired and trembling voice did call
“Aye aye!” bellowed the bosun, his comrade would not fall
The piercing pins of the plowing sea did clinch,
Yet Tramel swam firm through falter and flinch
He held fast the frayed and failing rope
The grip of his heavy hand his only hope
Raising the ragged Tramel and man up the starboard side
The sea suddenly sullen as the storm did subside
The crew crowded and called out for a life had been saved
Lifting and loving the Coastie so brave
The seething sun scoured away the dark sky
This sailor selflessly smiled as he started to cry
The man was fortunate an angel was on duty this day
“Semper Paratus” Tramel pondered as they ship sailed away
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
A poem inspired by the heroic efforts of the United States Coast Guard. Particularly two twins, my best friends, whom currently serve to save live. This is for you Cyle and Cyrel!Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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