Monday, 15 December 2008
Love is.......
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Since The Day.....
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Saturday, 13 December 2008
It Is You I Dream Of
A flower grows from beneath a blanket
Of fine and purest white
It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
For heat and for the light
My love for you grows stronger still,
Despite the surrounding cold
My heart is yours, bartered gone
For yours has it been sold
Its petals shine from morning dew
Its stem grows stiff and strong
It stands strong through the freezing cold
It stands the winter long
I long for you, for your soft touch
I miss the way you smile
The longer that we stay apart
The longer every mile
The flower stretches through the snow
It reaches toward the sun
And now without you the color is gone
The flower's petals, dun
But as we talk, and as we learn
The flower comes back to life
The snow now melts and goes away
As you take away my strife
Spring is here and growth abounds
As you and I are one
We are together, we are in love
The snow for now is done
I see the future, in dreams I have
Of our life, long and true
I see the times where all I need
Are comforting words from you
I see the times when winter comes
As winter tends to do
But we still love, and we still live
And I do still love you
And so we live, with children ours
And a life of much to see
With love we live, to live we love
Happy together are we
I see the flower, older now,
But still strong with fresh new leaves
I see it growing, tall and strong
Reaching to the eaves
We are now old, as years have passed
But old together are we
And strong our love still today
As strong as it can be
- J. R. King -
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Saturday, 15 November 2008
A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!
You like us for a glance, you know---
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.
And in turn we make you ours, we say---
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.
All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet---
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar---for you could not, Sweet!
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.
As---why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth---the heaven, we looked above for, gone!
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?
May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection---
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?
Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?
Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
---A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!
Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose---
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:
Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,---
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!
Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it---at last, throw away!
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Wednesday, 22 October 2008
A Blue Valentine - a poem by Joyce Kilmer
Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.
It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue-
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.
Monsignore,
I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown".
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Saturday, 18 October 2008
A CUTE POEM FOR A CUTE GIRL
You changed my world with a blink of an eye
That is something that I can not deny
You put my soul from worst to best
That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites
You just don't know what you have done for me
You even pushed me to the best that I can be
You really are an angel sent from above
To take care of me and shower with love
When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear
And your touch have chased away all of my fear
You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile
It is even better everytime you smile
It so magical those things you've made
To bring back my faith that almost fade
Now my life is a dream come true
It all began when I was loved by you
Now I have found what I am looking for
It's you and your love and nothing more
Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment
In my life something I've never felt
I wish I could talk 'til the end of day
But now I'm running out of things to say
So I'll end by the line you already know
"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show
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Wednesday, 15 October 2008
All Because of You
Dark days become sunny
Frigid days become warm,
Rainy days become cloudless
And lightning got wiped away from the storm.
Oceans sing,
Rocks cry out,
Mountains roar,
And tree branches shout.
The stars fall
Right out of the sky.
The moon winks
And the sun went dry.
All because you said one thing
All because you said it true
All because you made me smile
All because you said I love you.
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Sunday, 5 October 2008
Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till 'tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
For I fear the end.
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast friend.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Say thou lov'st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth;
This my love assures.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavor
I will it restore.
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Lasting evermore.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Winter's cold, or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel.
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain;
So to thee, farewell!
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
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Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Love
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Monday, 15 September 2008
BEAUTY
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.
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Saturday, 6 September 2008
I Love the Way...
I love the way you make me feel,
your love is one of a kind.
thinking about you is all I ever do,
you're always on my mind.
I love the way you treat me,
you're so gentle, sweet, and nice.
people say love is so costly,
yet your's has no price.
I love the way you show me you care,
when ever I'm feeling down
I know you're always gong to be here
to take away that frown.
I love the way you love me,
and I'm certain your feelings are true.
you're the love of my life,
and I never want to lose you.
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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
BEAUTY
Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.
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Saturday, 16 August 2008
Forget Me Not
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Monday, 11 August 2008
A Farewell to False Love
Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed,[since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed*,[revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind*:[nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
Sir Walter Raleigh
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Saturday, 9 August 2008
To Break My Heart
I have a lot of love to give, yet gave it all to you. I just don't want to be the one that suffers when were through. We know we can't go on like this, just pretending that were fine. When we both know it very well, we must simply draw the line.
I loved you very much, it even hurts cause were apart, which made it even easier; for you to break my heart. Its such a shame how much it takes to realize its wrong. To see someone for what they are, and know their not the one. To think I wasted so much time, my efforts never noticed. For ever believing in someone not even worth the venture.
Being with you has awakened me, you and I could never be. The lies, and manipulations must cease, the dreams shared obsolete. Believe me when I say to you, you will no longer have a hold. You lost my trust, and now my love, my heart won't ache no more.
I am beyond the hurt and pain that you were causing me. I'll be okay, I'll make it through for I deserve the best.
You woke me up, it took some time, but now I'm just relieved, for you will never fool this girl for being so naive.
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Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Do you Love Me?
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Tuesday, 29 July 2008
If You Forget Me
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
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Sunday, 27 July 2008
I just want one more day with you
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Thursday, 24 July 2008
when you first kissme
will it be soft
like a whisper
or intense
like a thunderstorm?
will your hands
cup my face
or find
the small of my back
and travel
into my hair?
will it be fueled
by love
or lust?
I don't trust myself
to kiss you first
cause I know
I won't stop.
I know how I feel
about you.
I'm willing to
wait
wait
wait
for you to show me
and leave me
breathless
without questions.
.....vlm
Monday, 21 July 2008
A Song of Love
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Saturday, 19 July 2008
Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
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Thursday, 17 July 2008
Love Poem
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Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Art Fantasy Woman is Every Goddess in Woman
every goddess in woman
I know a tale
I know an art fantasy woman.
There beneath the ferns
my Lily does prevail
a victim of her own
self induced
circumstances.
Such a garden she has known
such a flower
temptations met to know their invisible dance.
Late at night I heard her laughing
a chatter coming through my bedroom wall.
I heard dear Lily step into the forest
past my contentions
saying no
not without following a plan.
This world is actually quite small.
No rules can be broken
no path to discover
put your heart there on the mantle
and walk only
as you are told.
Lily dear Lily
fantasy art woman
how bold and free
how luxurious are your pleasures.
My fantasy art goddess
refused
moved forward
past my still wet map
and bleeding gothic fairies.
Blindly she reaches out on stormy nights
that has always been her weakness.
No measuring of consequences
No watching for the mounted posse
planning her demise.
Lily, fantasy woman
every goddess in woman
rests in our own wishful smiles.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?
Despite my desperate objections?
Beautiful fantasy that is Lily.
Fantasy art woman
I cannot let you leave my grasp.
I had never known that flowers dance
never thought that far.
It was Lily slipping past the night
ready for any enemy refusing her entry
who told me it was true.
I am Lily
I am an art fantasy woman.
Let me be
every prayer
I press between worn pages.
Lord Byron
Edna St. Vincent Millay
let me rest my head in your passion
read every line
know my own
be Lily
a fantasy of art woman
when I need to take her home.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?
Monday, 14 July 2008
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Thursday, 10 July 2008
We can share
Monday, 30 June 2008
To My Wife - a poem by Oscar Wilde
I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.
And there is nothing left to do
But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue,
I have my beauty,-you your Art,
Nay, do not start,
One world was not enough for two
Like me and you.
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Tuesday, 24 June 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
Dear my future wife
Dear my future wife whomever you are,
I am giving you my heart for free; you don't have to pay the toll
All what I am asking you for; please, don't treat it like a doll
Dear my future wife wherever you are,
Do you dream of me and wonder how I look?
Have you ever thought which fish in the sea will you hook?
Dear my future wife, where are you now?
Are you asleep waiting for your prince
To wake you up by giving you a kiss
Or are you trying to find me just like I do
And shout between the crowds "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Dear my future wife I have a favor to ask;
Take my heart and make its loneliness dissipate
Give it some warm love, make its roots irrigate
Let my heart dance out of happiness and relief
Let it forget all its sorrow, pain and grief
Dear my future wife, say Amen after reading this,
I pray that we will love each other forever
I pray that our love will not have "game over"
I pray that our hearts will play fair and we won't need a ref
That our heart beats will beat louder till they hear the deaf
Amen...
Sunday, 22 June 2008
How To Tell U ? I Love You
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Saturday, 21 June 2008
The Wait
Time Clicks as I await
The hour ends before my take
Sitting, thinking, waiting; my mind escapes
The day grows old as night passes
Wolves crying, coyotes howling; anticipating
Watching, staring, seeing -- nothing
Silence begins the day
as morning comes without notice
Tears begin to fall, slowly
The day moves on without hope
Wishing to be what is not to be
The sun moves to its peak
without a whisper or retreat
Time moving, but still empty
Stomach aching, curling
Still waiting
by Gary R. Hess
Friday, 20 June 2008
A Hunting Morning
A HUNTING MORNING
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Put the saddle on the mare,
For the wet winds blow;
There's winter in the air,
And autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying
And the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying
Where the oziers grow.
Put the bridle on the mare,
For my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there,
On the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o'er us,
And the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us
From the find to the kill.
Then lead round the mare,
For it's time that we began,
And away with thought and care,
Save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing,
And the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going
As the black mare can.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Ash Wednesday - a poem by T S Eliot
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is
nothing again
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
Friday, 13 June 2008
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
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Thursday, 12 June 2008
Come live with me and be my love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of th purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe
Christopher Marlowe
(1564 - 1593) English Dramatist, Spy, Poet
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Saturday, 7 June 2008
A Red Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
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Friday, 6 June 2008
Death Of Loved One - Forever and Always
Why are you crying?
Do you think I'm gone?
I haven't left you.
I'm where I belong.
Anytime you are lonely...
anytime you are sad...
anytime that your heart breaks...
anytime you are mad...
all you have to do is close your eyes
and I'll be there with you.
You see the world may take my body
but that's all that it can do.
When Jesus died upon the cross,
He took away our sins.
< He conquerer death so we can live
in heaven where life begins.
Don't stop the memory
of the times we shared.
It's God way to help you through.
Take time to laugh when life gets hard
the way we used to do!
A smell? A touch? The morning sun?
They all will help you see.
I never left. I'm still there.
Now smile once more for me.
Live each day. Keep looking up.
My life was not in vain.
I finished the task I was born to do.
That's why I couldn't remain.
Until I see you again -
I love you forever and always.
There is such a void after a loved one dies. Besides memories of all the good times God allowed you to share, you now are faced with the the unfulfilled dreams of the future. Some of you will decide to just let go of any future plans you made together. You will either believe it is an impossible dream or that it would be wrong to move forward alone. Yet others will take the walk of faith for a short time - only to be burdened with all the memories of the lost tomorrows.
The poem, "Forever and Always," was written to let you know that just because a loved one's body dies, it does not mean their soul does. God gives you memories to keep your loved one with you until you are united again in heaven. Give yourself time to mourn, but don't block the memory of your loved one and the special time you shared here on earth.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Bleed
now is not the time to open
open that great door again
not the time to be more tolerant
not the time to play to win
now is not the time for justice
evolution mercy choices
not the time to pet the puppies
yipping with pathetic voices
now is not the time for kindness
not the time for compromise
not the time for loving blindness
not the time to close my eyes
now for one too many people
not that i have gained no good
heart has sown but flesh is reaping
tears to mind and wasted blood
now my inner wolf seeks equals
only those whose chords can howl
deadly whether lone or social
defending young or on the prowl
tell me not that you would die
upon the spines of my displeasure
live for me and for you will i
cherish each cell as if a treasure
put me not inside a cage
but roam with me through snow and sun
be by my side or breathe my dust
for i shall bleed again for none
Monday, 26 May 2008
I cannot say......
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Saturday, 24 May 2008
Sending Free Text Messages From A Website To A Cell Phone
Text messaging or SMS messaging has become a standard in on the fly communication over the last 10 years. People typing messages with their thumbs, and beaming them through the atmosphere instantly. Text messages these days can also include video and pictures as well.
Thanks to the wireless application protocol or (WAP) our options are limitless. But what if you don't have a cell phone? Is it still possible to communicate via text messaging? Absolutely!
There are a number of sites on the internet that allow you to send free sms messages straight to some one's cell phone. The first place to check is with the internet service provider. If you know which company your contact uses you may be able to simply log on to that companies website and send.
If you don't know the specifics, many websites offer free internet to phone sms services. Log on, enter the phone number and your message and click send. The tricky part is finding a service that allows your contact to respond to you. Most internet to phone text messaging services are one way.
There are also download-able options, I know skype offers a SMS feature with their software. However, this is also a one way service. AOL instant messenger also allows you to two-way text your contacts via WAP, but only if they are signed up for the service themselves.
Communication methods as we know them are changing on a daily basis. Sending text messages is a cost effective and efficient way of communicating with anyone. Plus you don't even need a cell phone. All that is needed is a computer , a contact, and the internet. Happy texting!
Just wanted you.....
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Thursday, 22 May 2008
Giving all ur love is never an assurance
Giving someone all your love is never an assurance
that they’ll love u back! Don’t expect love in return;
just wait for it to grow in their hearts.
But if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.
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Monday, 19 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
I Love You.......
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I have 3 parts of my heart
I have 3 parts of my heart,
.
.
.
1st 4 my Allah,
.
.
2nd 4 my Family,
.
3rd 4 myFriends.
*
*
But no part 4 u,
Becoz,
U
R
My
Heart
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Monday, 5 May 2008
Key to my heart
Your smile lingers
even in my dreams
My mind won't stop thinking
of your beauty it seems
Not that forgetting you
is something I ask
but let me tell you one thing
It's no easy task
When I have to focus
visions of you dance in my head
and your voice keeps me awake
While I lie in my bed
Taunted when I can't see you
blessed when you're beside me
Without you I'm in a fog
Only with you can I see
For you've opened my eyes
and made me aware
of a door to true love
passion and care
And I thank god each day
for sending an angel to me
my heart has now been unlocked
and baby you were the key
Sunday, 4 May 2008
Your Beauty Steals My Sense of Fear Away
Your beauty steals my sense of fear away
True eyes, I gaze in, banishing the clock
I've not to fear a thing hurts you today
If waters raged, I'd cringe; and now I pray
We'll have those bolding mornings on your dock
Your beauty steals my sense of fear away
Still years and you have not a thing to say
Once broken, beaten, battered off the rock
I've not to fear a thing hurts you today
When lived so long, is all you see in grey?
Though, colors broke my own dismaying lock
Your beauty steals my sense of fear away
You've shown me to a path I'll freely stray
So now I couldn't think you're lost in walk
I've not to fear a thing hurts you today
Divine I may allege you, I am so gay
This wonder leaves me longing for your knock
Your beauty steals my sense of fear away
I've not to fear a thing hurts you today
I Love You
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Saturday, 3 May 2008
Lost_love_poem
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Friday, 2 May 2008
I Love You
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Thursday, 1 May 2008
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
You Don't Have To Be A Genius To Write A Love Poem
Love poems are a wonderfully romantic gesture and can often express your thoughts far more eloquently than verbal communication.
If you have some talent with words, why not take a few moments and try your hand at writing a poem for your lover? Just sit down and list all the reasons why you think they're special. Then put them into some kind of free verse format: a wide column of lines, roughly the same length, which may rhyme but don't need to.
Even if your poem won't win any literary prizes, the person you present it to will most likely treasure it as if it were composed by one of the great Romantic poets. People tend to value a personalized gift far more than one that's purchased. What they're really appreciating is the time and effort invested on their behalf.
I'd like to share a story of the first time I received a love poem.
When I was twelve years old I had a crush on Robert, the new boy in my class at school, and he had very generously decided that I was "cute". One afternoon we were waiting with some classmates at the bus stop when he announced that he didn't like me anymore. He was now in love with my best friend, Julie.
I was so incensed by this betrayal that I lunged at him and chased him down the street. He swerved into the gutter and I bolted after him just as the bus pulled in. It hit me from behind and I went down. The bus then ran over my right foot.
A short time later, the ambulance arrived and the paramedic driver examined me. He decided that I didn't need hospitalization so he drove me home with instructions to spend the next six weeks in bed. Meanwhile, a distraught Robert was blaming himself for the accident. He asked the other children at the bus stop where I lived, and walked the two miles to my house. Then he sat across the street on the pavement, wondering if my father would strangle him if he knocked at the front door.
A couple of hours later he worked up the courage to confront my father, which turned out to be something of an anti-climax because my father had no idea about Robert's part in the drama. When Robert tiptoed into my room he handed me a sheet of paper; he had written a poem for me as he sat across the street from my house. I remember how thrilled I was that someone would do such a thing. It was like something out of a novel or a movie.
I kept that poem, which ran to one and a half legal pages, for a number of years, until it disappeared when we moved house a decade later. But I still remember the first four lines:
Her name is Marguerite
I very much like that girl
She means much more to me
Than any gem or pearl
That was a lifetime ago and yet those words remain in my memory.
As for the boy himself, by the time I got back to school Robert had moved on to greener pastures (he now liked my best friend's new best friend). But that hardly mattered as I was now a minor celebrity because I got hit by a bus while chasing a boy. The nuns had a field day praying for my soul, which was not the last time they'd engage in that futile exercise.
My right foot is still a little flatter than my left but it was worth it for the notoriety. And hey, Robert, wherever you are, thanks for the memory.
Using Other People's Love Poems
If you don't have Robert's literary talent, there is another option. Find an existing poem that best expresses how you feel and present it to your lover inside a greeting card or gift.
There are a number of sites online that offer love poems. You can find a list on our web site or do a keyword search.
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
Romantic Love Letters and Poems - Why should I Bother?
Are you in love? Do you want to share your feelings with your special person? Are you a man of few words? Check this out! Romantic love poems would enable you to realize your dream of winning over the heart of love of your life. Even if you have already treaded the path of love and gone too far, love poems can impart a special meaning to special relationship that you share with your special person. Make your courtship a joyous experience with love poems.
Love poetry is like the potion of romance that has been around since donkey's years and without it romance almost stumbles. Poem is more loved and liked than the prose because of its rhyming quality and the highly imaginative style that compels people to dream. Just a glance at these love poems would send a shiver down your body if you have a sense of understanding the essence of love and romance.
You can find love poems online that are sentimental. Sending love poems online to your love is a simple gesture that's filled with emotions and warmth. Enclosing a love poem in a card is like the icing on the cake. You can either create your own poem or look for any of the great poetry that you might have read earlier. Classic poems are for love stories that are legendary.
Some couples find romance in humor too. There are funny love poems for those romantic couples who are class apart.
Romantic poems can be written and presented on any occasion, birthday, anniversary and wedding, to name a few. Love poems can be read for fun too. You can get inspired from reading them. You can also share them with your friends and relatives. If you have never fallen in love then you must read and discuss romantic love poems, who knows cupid might strike its arrow in your heart too.
Monday, 28 April 2008
Three Short Love Poems
Here is a compilation of three short love poems written by twelve-year-old Emily. The first is a short poem about how Emily loves her teachers. During the school year, her literature class was given an assignment to write a letter to a departing teacher. Emily asked if she could write a poem instead and was given permission.
The second poem was written for a hand made card that Emily made for her mother for Mother’s Day. Similarly, the third was written for a hand made card for her father for Father’s Day.
The Last Day
by: Emily
The saddest thing
It's hard to say
Is seeing you on
Your last day.
I take it for granted,
Though I see you a lot,
Just how much you do
And your kind thought.
You helped me understand
Things I couldn't before.
I can't bear to watch you
Walk out of that door.
Though I'll miss you,
I know indeed
You'll do great out there
Planting new seeds.
"What seeds", you are asking
"Why can't I see?"
But you have already
Planted one in me.
It will grow and grow,
As I learn more and more.
Each day I'll remember
What you taught me before.
I'm happy for you
To plant more seeds.
I know they will grow
Without any weeds.
There won't be weeds.
Yes, of that I am sure.
For you have touched them.
Now they are pure.
The saddest thing,
It's hard to say,
Is seeing you on
Your last day.
A Mother’s Day Poem
by: Emily
Mom, I love you.
That is true.
All the way
To infinity, too.
Now that I’m older
And wiser, too,
I realize just
How much you do.
Most of the time
I don’t look to see
How many things
You do for me.
For this I am sorry.
Next time I’ll try.
You are wonderful,
And I’m glad you’re mine.
(Emily really can put out what she feels in a love poem, even at age twelve. I hope you see this in time for your next Mother's Day because it is probably how your child feels about you, whether spoken, written or acted.)
A Father's Day Poem
By: Emily
This is for you,
Dear Daddy of mine
To let you know
I think you're devine.
A bunch of years
Have flown by real fast
But do not worry,
I'll always keep our past.
It'll travel with me
Wherever I go.
I'll remember the times we've had
So long ago.
Please don't be sad,
Dear Daddy of mine
For there are more to come,
You will find.
I'll always remember
Those things we did
Like snowmobiling
(When Mommy was hid).
Riding our bikes,
Hitting golf balls,
Getting up on skis,
Without a fall.
Driving the golf cart,
Nicktoons Racing,
Jumping on the trampoline,
And later your back aching.
No matter where we go
Or what we do,
In my heart always
There's a place for you.
I hope this card helped
You to see
Just how much
I love you, Daddy!
(More telling than the exact words are the eyes of the daughter as she watches her father read the personally prepared poem.
I feel that all children can write down their feelings. Some may not be able to put in poem format, but I see them as poems anyway as they are from the heart. This may be the best way for them to express themselves.
When you see some spare time for your child coming up, why not give some space, and provide pencil and paper. Ask your child to write about how he or she feels about birds, or snow, or the blue sky, or you, or whatever. My guess is that you will be surprised!
Sunday, 27 April 2008
I Miss You
I miss the way you used to be. I miss how you never used to act the way you do now. I miss how I used to be myself around you. I've tried to figure out what happened, but I don't even know when it began. I used to be able to talk to you, we used to be able to work together. But now you stare and freak when we're together. I miss the way we used to be. When life was simple and we hadn't changed. I can't change my feelings, I know they will never change. I just need you to be there for me, the way I've tried to for you. I know it'll be hard, after all the crap we've put eachother through, but please try for me. I think later we can fix what we've done, but I think now we should try to go back to the old us.
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Saturday, 26 April 2008
Beseech The Night
A universe within thine eyes delight
Tears well and spill the heaven's mirrored stars
Celestial dreams in hazel tinted night
Eternal pools displaying rippled scars
Your sweet caress my empty arms denied
Longing words fall to silent lonely cries
A poet's verse to quell the ebbing tide
Through lips bereft of whispered breaths and sighs
Oh Love! beseech the night's divine intent
One last bequest of morning's perfect smile
Against thy breast a beating heart content
Embracing gentle comfort for a while
Day breaks her golden glorious sorrow
Blissful slumber keep us 'til the morrow
To My Love....
Friday, 25 April 2008
Give Me Tonight
That I've never been so good to be your man
When you needed me, I never gave you my hand
I know I've been wrong, this is a consequence
But give me tonight, give me one more chance
That I've always suffocated your beautiful day
When you needed someone aside, I never stay
It's all getting wrong but I can't show you the way
Please give me tonight and I'll make it all okay
That I've always been in that wrong direction
And then I keep asking you about your cognition
But I'll be changed and now I'm in a big mission
Then give me tonight, I'll show you love emotion
That I've hurt you from time to time you're with me
I'm such a fool and too much messing your naivety
Done with bad situation, can't take the responsibility
Oh give me tonight because I need to make you see
That I've never given all the best that I could do
Gave you my promises but I never make them true
But what I truly feel deep in my heart, I bet you knew
So give me tonight cause this heart is all about you
Thursday, 24 April 2008
You said...so i said
Your the one who broke it off
your the one who said goodbye
your the one who shattered my heart
your the one i asked....why?
you said the pieces just didn't seem to fit
that it went against the rules to force this
you said i just wasn't enough for you anymore
that i was someone you no longer would miss
so i said i guess i can't try to fix what isn't there
that i would always love you and hold you dear
i wished you the best in life, meaning every word
hoped that you would never have to shed another tear
your the one who called me up
your the one who begged for me back
your the one who said that you made a mistake
your the one who said there was nothing i lacked
so i said that deep down i probably feel the same
that the way i cared for you didn't ever fade
that your were my first love and i would always have
a place for you in my heart that could never be traded
you said that you were honestly sorry for the agony
you said that you find a way to make it up to me
you said that you were scared to death without me there
you said that i was the one that to your heart, had the key
so i said that i was stunned because i could tell that you
actually cared but i couldn't believe it took you this long
did you really think you could treat me that cruel and heartlessly
after all you put me through, that i would never really be gone?
so i said that i was truly and deeply sorry
but i will never again be your "baby"
that i finally found that someone that genuinly cares
someone that doesn't just love me definitely maybe
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
Memories
If i could capture the memories of us
I would never forget them
I would put them away in my heart forever
I would keep you alive in my mind
And as days went by I would remember you
I would remember the times we were together
The times that I held you forever
And the time when we were in love
For hours I would hold you and think of nothing else
But of you and me together, hand in hand
As we traveled into each others hearts
And through our mouths confessed our love
A love that would be with us forever
A love that gave hope to a life worth living
A love that guided us through hard times
A love that consumed our whole beings
And as we drift apart from sweet misery
These memories will never leave me
And in my heart is where you will always be
But for now we will have to be just a memory
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
A war between my heart and mind
Every time I see your eyes,
my heart skips a beat.
When you laugh at what I say,
my body fills with heat.
My hands shake when you are close,
bottled feelings want to explode,
but they tuck away and hide,
my heart struggles to crack your code.
Wanting to forget these feelings,
hoping I will not ache anymore,
they will not run nor disappear,
I cannot lock my hearts door.
One tongue-tied sentence after the next,
my mind becomes dumb, forget it all.
Rolling eyes think back to conversations,
but when you look at her I feel so small.
My heart keeps whispering, "Don't forget."
My mind says, "Hun just let him go."
Twisted into confusion when I see you,
I just can't wait for the day that you'll know.
Monday, 21 April 2008
Friends are.........
Friends are the ones who always got your back,
Friends are the ones who are there when you need them most,
Friends are the ones who are always just a phone call away,
Friends are the ones who always know what's on your mind even though you don't tell them,
Friends are the girls who are ALWAYS there for you through thick-n-thin.
Sunday, 20 April 2008
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-FUNNY
R-REASONABLE
I-INTELLENGENT
E-ENGERETIC
N-NERDY
D-DORKY
S-SELF-CONFIDENT
****DEDICATED TO MY BFF OF ALL TIME MY FUNIE BUNIE AND SEXI BLONDE!!!****
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