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February 27
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Listen can you hear the Surf Being agitated like a washing machine I'm floating like a Butterfly My Bellbottoms keeping me afloat In the dirty wash of life The faded red white and blue stripes With Uncle Sam written on the crotch The sky is blood red Like a Bagdad sunset And the whore that is war Sunbakes on the beach
Written Wednesday Febuary 2006
allan james saywell
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So far and so near
So West and so East
So blonde and so dark
Man and woman
Over the seas
Clouds and sky
And at the end
It will rain on you Lion
As you said
Your rain means
Rest, blessing, purity, forgiveness
Peacefulness and tranquillity
Peace of mind and release of soul
By an angel touch
You and me
Soon we will meet
Inch allah mon Coeur … February 21
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EARTHMEN...... BEWARE! ! ! ... WE ARE THE WATCHERS
Looking down at you, Planet-Earth, I remember you, as a Beautiful-Blue. Now, your oceans are Black-With-Oil, Look closely, you know its true.
Your Rain-Forests are all gone now And your ground is a sickly brown. What-In-The-World, have They done to you Pretty-Planet in the round.
Your White-Clouds once held Fresh-Water Now they are filled with Acid-Rain. Your plains are Barren-With-Erosion They were once Overflowing-With-Grain.
When did your Clouds turn such Deathly-Gray, Your air is Impossible-to-Breathe. Didn't your, STEWARDS-EVEN-NOTICE, Before they started to Gasp-And-Wheeze?
Could the Powers-That-Be, not save you From such a dismal end? You were SO-RIGHT, in killing them off. Now you can begin again.
Will your next Caretakers be smarter And take better care of you? I pray they learn to be Protectors. We miss your Beautiful-Blue
Sirpheno The Knight
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Flowers need sunshine, Violets need dew, All angels in heaven know i need you, Years may fly, Tears may dry, But my friendship with you will never die.
Rich people travel in cars. Poor people travel in cart; But people like you Travel in peoples heart.
If time slips away without a word From me you dont have to worry, About our friendship because feelings Beyond words will always keep me around you. One day you will forget about me, My name, my voice who i am, And who am i to you but Knowing you for once in my life time Is already a gift to me.
Everything in this world is so fine, But everything so fine is not mine, But onething i have devine, Thats our friendship and that's mine.
Feel good when someone like you, Feel better when someone loves you, Feel the best when someone never forgets you, And i can assure you that i am certainly one of them.
Knowing a friend like has made me Happy in a millon ways and if even I have to let you go, i would Find a million reasons to make you stay.
As precious as you are to me, As precious no one can ever be. I know all friends are hard to choose But only you would be hard to loose.
If a lover is like a moon then Friends are like stars. Have you ever noticed that the sky can Look beautiful without moon But not without stars.
Stars are seen together, yet they Are so far apart, friends may Not speak everyday but remember They are always linked heart to heart.
Ritu Gangele India
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February 17
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From a poem by the Iraqi poet Abdul Wahab el Bayyati.
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I knew, my love, all the prisons of the old world I discover now the prisons of the new world The humiliation and the defeat of our times The death in the basements of the city And in the cursed hotel rooms. I knew: how the tyrants changed Their skins in the times of defeat And put on new masks And repeated the same old song I saw, my love, all the tyrants of the old world How they slept and ate How they loved and laughed How they died and ended But now I discover the oppressors of the new world In the time of deluge And the revolution of man. The actors changed their masks The world fell in the clutches of the prompter Crouching in the shadow, At the mercy of the clowns: sellers of rubbish. They killed us before we loved each other And they dyed the theatre with blood.
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Abdul Wahab al-Bayati, Iraqi poet (1926-1999) from "Love Poems at the Seven Gates of the World" trans. Bassam K. Frangieh
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February 16
My soul and I went down to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place. But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea. "This is the pessimist," said my soul, "Let us leave this place. We cannot bathe here." We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing on a white rock, a man holding a bejewelled box, from which he took sugar and threw it into the sea. "And this is the optimist," said my soul, "And he too must not see our naked bodies." Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish and tenderly putting them back into the water. "And we cannot bathe before him," said my soul. "He is the humane philanthropist." And we passed on. Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand. Great waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again and again. "He is the mystic," said my soul, "Let us leave him." And we walked on, till in a quiet cove we saw a man scooping up the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl. "He is the idealist," said my soul, "Surely he must not see our nudity." And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, "This is the sea. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea." And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur. And my soul said, "Let us pass on. He is the realist, who turns his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment." So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, "We can bathe here, for he cannot see us." "Nay," said my soul, "For he is the most deadly of them all. He is the puritan." Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her voice. "Let us go hence," she said, "For there is no lonely, hidden place where we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my scared nakedness." Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.
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February 14
I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you.
Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
- Gibran's words on his epitaph.
when the dream comes true
and the candles shining more
the wet roses smell spread
and the falling snow smilling loud
the earth holds the grace tight
and the river will cry no more
rainbow colors will paint my face
and sunshine will warm my breathes
and the doves will rise my body
my soul finally will be free
my way will be clear
its valentine day
thanks to the poet ...
February 12
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You, my friend, my soul mate complement me so truly. I believe God did create you, for me, so purely.
Your soul calls to mine, the missing piece, and you match me, no dividing line between us, we are true.
Jazzy Cat Jr
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sadness is seeing black roses that are old and withered it sounds like a dying cat that won't give up sadness taste like rotten apples that make your stomach churn sadness feels like a stab to the stomach that doctors can't fix it smells like a damp dark basement that won't come clean sadness is as colorful as the rainbow and as hard to find
Amber Hatfield
| | February 10
We haven’t met yet But one day We’ll look into each others eyes And think We have to meet more often
And one day When we’re lying beside each other We’ll look into each others eyes And know We have met
And one day When years have passed We’ll look into each others eyes And Love Meeting like this
Roland Hardy
February 09
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There is a place where dreams unfold, and the mind soars free.
It is dark, but I am not afraid.
I trace your smile with the fingers of my mind, I caress your image with the feelings of my heart, I feel your presence with the memory in my soul.
I am at peace with thoughts of you.
For you are the love that is my life, and... I... am not afraid.
Nancy Winter Miranda
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I don’t know what to do without you …. But I believe that you will guide me to finish my work I believe that you will take me back to my home I believe if I hurt you then you will forgive me I believe you will sweet like my sugar candy
I don’t know what to do without you …. But I believe that u will light my dark nights by ur moon I believe u will relief my thirsty by ur rain I believe u will send me ur sun when I need him I believe u will always flow ur cool wind that I can take breathe
I don’t know what to do without you …. But I believe u will always watching me from ur place I believe u will lift up me when I will fall down I believe u will make me that strong that I can lift up other I believe u help me to let know other that u are with me
janardan bramhachari
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Old friends Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends
Winter companions The old men Lost in their overcoats Waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city Sifting through the trees Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends
Can you imagine us Years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange To be seventy
Old friends Memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fear...
Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, A time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you February 05 ح ب ي ب ت ي ....
ا ن ت .... ا ن ا م ث ل م ا ت ت ن ف س ي ا ت ن ف س م ث ل م ا ت ر ي ن ى ا ر ى .... ف ا ن ا ... ا ن ت ... ف ل ا ت د ع ي ه ذ ا ا ل م ر ض ي س ي ط ر ع ل ي ك .. ك و ن ي ا ن ت ا ق و ي م ن ه .. ا ع ل ى م ن ه ... و ل ا ت د ع ي ه ا ع ل ى م ن ك ..... ف ا ن ا ك م ا ق ل ت ل ك .. ا ث ن ا ن ن ت ن ف س ن ف س و ا ح د .. م ا ي ح د ث ل ك ي ح د ث ل ي .. ف ق ا و م ي ه .... ح ث ى ل ا ت م ر ض ي و ا م ر ض .. ف ن ح ن ج س د ا ن ل ن ا ر و ح و ا ح د ة ... أ ه .....أ ه .... ل و ك ن ت م ع ك ل م ا ا س ت ط ا ع ه ذ ا ا ل م ر ض ا ل ج ب ا ن ا س ر ك ... أ ه ... ل و ك ن ت ا س ت ط ي ع ز ي ا ر ت ك ل خ ل ص ت ك م ن ذ ا ك ا ل ج ب ا ن .... و ل ق ض ي ت ع ل ي ه .... ا ن ه ا س ر ر و ح ي ... و ه ل ي ط ي ق ا ل م ر ؤ ا ن ت ا س ر ر و ح ه .... ف ا ن ت ر و ح ي ... و ه ا ه و ا ل ج ب ا ن ي أ س ر ر و ح ي ... ا ل ت ي ا ن ا م ن ا ج ل ه ا ا ع ي ش ... ف ر ج ا ء ... د ع ي ن ي ا ع ي ش .... و ق ا و م ي ه ذ ا ا ل ل ع ي ن ا ل ذ ي ا س ر ر و ح ي by: hazem al jaber
my beloved
darling... you... me.... as you breathing i breathe.. as you saw i see.... i am same as you.. so.. don`t let a disease control on you.. be more stronger than it... be more high than it... and don`t let it go up on you..
as i told you.. we are breathing a same breath.. and what happened to you, happened a same to me.. please resist it... in order not to be sick, and then i am.. we are a two bodies have a one soul...
oh... oh... i wish that i were with you, to don`t let that coward disease catch you... ohh... i wish i can visit you, to kill that craven... and to get rid of it... it stole my life and soul..
did any one likes to be...? ? ? you are my soul, and this craven going to stole mine.. which i live for...
please... let me live, and resist this Evil One, which try to stole my soul...
by : hazem02
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February 03
To my lady... whom chosen by my heart...
Your love is a history... never to be finished... none to be repeated... never to stop... and didn`t accept the forgery... your love.... start always... from the winters` season... to the autumns` season... your love.. is a history which never to be forgotten...
Hazem Al Jaber - hazem02 - 3.02.2007 -
February 02 We begin things in the opposite way :
At first, I was afraid to write to you
After I writed to you I was afraid to talk to you
After I talked to you I was afraid to see you
After I saw you, I was afraid of loving you
Now I love you
I am afraid to meet you
Not to loose you ...
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