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To that special someone…

I’m waiting here for that someone
everyday and night

Needing someone to hold me tight
cheer me up when I’m feeling sad
and make me smile when I’m mad

I need that someone that will always care
someone that will always be there

Even when I’m right or wrong
always there to keep me strong

Someone to show me there is no fear
always there and always near

Always helping me through
someone there to say I love you

Someone to be there when I’m cold
always there for me to hold

Someone there for me to think of
… someone there to show me love

Seth, I'd say Tsel beat YOU to it <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />. (Cought and his poem was better cough cough)

Übereil

As useal you have no idea...

*sigh*

Don't worry, just don't get snowblind.
Other ppl know.

Celibation

Celibate good times, come on! (Let's celibate)
Celibate good times, come on! (Let's celibate)

There's a party goin' on right here
A celibation to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celibate your party with you

Come on now

Celibation
Let's all celibate and have a good time
Celibation
We gonna celibate and have a good time

It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure

Everyone around the world
Come on!

Yahoo! It's a celibation
Yahoo!

Celibate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celibate

We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celibate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celibate, it's all right

Baby...

We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-li-ba-tion)
Let's celibate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-li-ba-tion)
Let's celibate, it's all right

Yahoo!
Yahoo!

Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celibate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celibate good times, come on! (Let's celibate)

Come on and celibate, good times, tonight (Celibate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celibate (Celibate good times, come on)
(Let's celibate)...


Shameless I know
Tsel <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

LoL
really cool (and the gang) <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

Shouldn't you have posted it here ?
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Seth >

Maybe so, (chuckle) but I don’t think Cool and the Gang
will be singing that song anytime soon. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ROFL.gif" alt="" />

Tsel <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />

hehe <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

I see...
You and janggut ganging up on me, eh?
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Well <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />

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@ Tsel -> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ROFL.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ROFL.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ROFL.gif" alt="" /> way to go! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />

Does he know that his wife's unfaithful?
by Richard Macwilliam

Does he know that his wife's unfaithful,
And looks at me with a secret smile?
Does he know that his wife walks
In a way no woman walks
Whose mind's on the straight and narrow?

A little sweetness, a little light,
Looking good, feeling right -
Does he know that his wife's unfaithful
And looks at me with a secret smile?

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Old Poets
by Joyce Kilmer

If I should live in a forest
And sleep underneath a tree,
No grove of impudent saplings
Would make a home for me.
I'd go where the old oaks gather,
Serene and good and strong,
And they would not sigh and tremble
And vex me with a song.
The pleasantest sort of poet
Is the poet who's old and wise,
With an old white beard and wrinkles
About his kind old eyes.
For these young flippertigibbets
A-rhyming their hours away
They won't be still like honest men
And listen to what you say.
The young poet screams forever
About his sex and his soul;
But the old man listens, and smokes his pipe,
And polishes its bowl.
There should be a club for poets
Who have come to seventy year.
They should sit in a great hall drinking
Red wine and golden beer.
They would shuffle in of an evening,
Each one to his cushioned seat,
And there would be mellow talking
And silence rich and sweet.
There is no peace to be taken
With poets who are young,
For they worry about the wars to be fought
And the songs that must be sung.
But the old man knows that he's in his chair
And that God's on His throne in the sky.
So he sits by the fire in comfort
And he lets the world spin by.


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no title
... or maybe just
Womankind
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An angel of thruth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.

She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger, alone in the house.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose.

She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.

At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.

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[color:"red"] I'm so excitet reading all the poems here. Here is one from me, sorry, but actually I don't have an english translation. [/color]


Dankbarkeit?

Ein Sonnenstrahl wird am Horizont in der Dämmerung geboren,
er geht den Weg der Schöpfer ihm hat erkoren.
Unaufhaltsam gleitet er über Wiesen und Felder,
über Städte, Berggipfel und Wälder

Keine Sekunde lang macht er Halt und ist bereit
auf der ewigen Jagd nach der Dunkelheit.
Niemals fragt sich der Sonnenstrahl,
ob falsch oder richtig ist seine Wahl.
Indem er bringt den Menschen Wärme und Licht,
und damit die Finsternis in den Herzen bricht.

So jagen sie einander das Licht und die Dunkelheit,
bis an dem Tag an dem es ist soweit:
Wenn die Welt zerbricht, und
dann der Mensch zu Kreuze kriecht

Voll von Demut und Treue,
der Mensch sich nun besinnt aus Reue.
Verloren hat er sein höchstes Gut -
auch wenn er es erst jetzt bemerken tut.

Denn in Tag und Nacht, darin liegt die Macht
mit der der Schöpfer über uns Unwissende wacht.

Doch ist nicht alles verloren,
noch werden Sonnenstrahlen gebohren!
Drum Menschen gebt gut acht,
damit für euch immer die Sonne lacht!

Aliana >

The poet used interesting imagery to get their point across.
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I liked the style of imagery that the poet used.
The title of the poem gave a whole new meaning to the poem as a whole
and it was very beautiful.

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson - THE ISLET


`Whither O whither love shall we go,
For a score of sweet little summers or so'
The sweet little wife of the singer said,
On the day that follow'd the day she was wed,
`Whither O whither love shall we go?'
And the singer shaking his curly head
Turn'd as he sat, and struck the keys
There at his right with a sudden crash,
Singing, `and shall it be over the seas
With a crew that is neither rude nor rash,
But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheek'd,
In a shallop of crystal ivory-beak'd,
With a satin sail of a ruby glow,
To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know,
A mountain islet pointed and peak'd;
Waves on a diamond shingle dash,
Cataract brooks to the ocean run,
Fairily-delicate palaces shine
Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine,
And overstream'd and silvery-streak'd
With many a rivulet high against the Sun
The facets of the glorious mountain flash
Above the valleys of palm and pine.'

`Thither O thither, love, let us go.'

`No, no, no!
For in all that exquisite isle, my dear,
There is but one bird with a musical throat,
And his compass is but of a single note,
That it makes one weary to hear.'

`Mock me not! mock me not! love, let us go.'

`No, love, no.
For the bud ever breaks into bloom on the tree,
And a storm never wakes on the lonely sea,
And a worm is there in the lonely wood,
That pierces the liver and blackens the blood,
And makes it a sorrow to be.'

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THE BLIZZARD

Whipped onwards by the North Wind
The air is filled with the dust of driven snow:
The earth is hidden,
The sky is hidden,
All things are hidden,
The air is filled with stinging,
Before, behind, above, below,
Who can turn his face from it?
All the animals drift mourning, mourning. . .
Only the Gray Wolf laughs.

Who are ye who wallow in the winds?
Who are ye who strike with stinging blows?
Man-beings out of the North?
Beast-beings out of the North?
Snow-beings with fingers of thin ice?
I am a Daughter of the South:
My lips are soft, my breath is warm,
My heart is beating wildly,
I cannot live in the cold. . .
All my animals drift mourning, mourning. . .
Only the gaunt Gray Wolf is laughing.

Tomorrow three suns will rise, side by side;
All the earth will be covered with dazzling snow,
Cold, cold, and very quiet. . .
The animals will lie buried in the snow,
Cold, and very quiet. . .
But the gaunt Gray Wolf will break a new trail,
Running, with three shadows blue upon the snow.

(From: American Indian Myth Poems BY HARTLEY ALEXANDER)
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THE SONG OF THE HILLS
BEING THE SONG OF A MAN AND A WOMAN WHO MIGHT HAVE LOVED

This is the song of the Hills
In the hour when they talk together,
When the alpen glow dies down in the west
And leaves the heavens tender;
In the pure and shadowless hour
When the Mountains talk together:

Fir tree leaneth to fir,
The wind-blown willows mingle;
Clouds draw each to each,
Dissolve, depart, and renew one another;
But the strong Hills hold asunder.

Had we been less we had loved,
We had stooped and been tender;
But our hands are under the earth
For the travail of her harvests,
Upholding the rain-sleeked fields
And the long, brown, fruitful furrow.
Terror taketh the earth
When the Mountains move together.

But ever as winds of Spring
Set the meadow grasses caressing,
And the coo-dove calls
And the coo-dove's mate
Resounds in the oak-wood valleys,
We shall thrill with the brooding earth,
We shall turn, touch hands, and remember,
Had we been less, how much we had loved,
How nobly we might have been tender.

(From the Yokut Indian Dialect, Done into English by Mary Austin)
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The Harpy
by Robert W. Service

There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she;
She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three;
And she knew by heart, from finish to start, the Book of Iniquity.

There is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven;
Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven;
A loathed jade, I ply my trade, unhallowed and unshriven.

I paint my cheeks, for they are white, and cheeks of chalk men hate;
Mine eyes with wine I make them shine, that man may seek and sate;
With overhead a lamp of red I sit me down and wait

Until they come, the nightly scum, with drunken eyes aflame;
Your sweethearts, sons, ye scornful ones -- 'tis I who know their shame.
The gods, ye see, are brutes to me -- and so I play my game.

For life is not the thing we thought, and not the thing we plan;
And Woman in a bitter world must do the best she can --
Must yield the stroke, and bear the yoke, and serve the will of man;

Must serve his need and ever feed the flame of his desire,
Though be she loved for love alone, or be she loved for hire;
For every man since life began is tainted with the mire.

And though you know he love you so and set you on love's throne;
Yet let your eyes but mock his sighs, and let your heart be stone,
Lest you be left (as I was left) attainted and alone.

From love's close kiss to hell's abyss is one sheer flight, I trow,
And wedding ring and bridal bell are will-o'-wisps of woe,
And 'tis not wise to love too well, and this all women know.
Wherefore, the wolf-pack having gorged upon the lamb, their prey,
With siren smile and serpent guile I make the wolf-pack pay --
With velvet paws and flensing claws, a tigress roused to slay.

One who in youth sought truest truth and found a devil's lies;
A symbol of the sin of man, a human sacrifice.
Yet shall I blame on man the shame? Could it be otherwise?

Was I not born to walk in scorn where others walk in pride?
The Maker marred, and, evil-starred, I drift upon His tide;
And He alone shall judge His own, so I His judgment bide.

Fate has written a tragedy; its name is "The Human Heart".
The Theatre is the House of Life, Woman the mummer's part;
The Devil enters the prompter's box and the play is ready to start.



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Dirge: Written November 1808
by Anna Lætitia Barbauld

1 Pure spirit! O where art thou now!
2 O whisper to my soul!
3 O let some soothing thought of thee,
4 The bitter grief control!

5 'Tis not for thee the tears I shed,
6 Thy sufferings now are o'er;
7 The sea is calm, the tempest past,
8 On that eternal shore.

9 No more the storms that wrecked thy peace
10 Shall tear that gentle breast;
11 Nor Summer's rage, nor Winter's cold,
12 Thy poor, poor frame molest.

13 Thy peace is sealed, thy rest is sure,
14 My sorrows are to come;
15 Awhile I weep and linger here,
16 Then follow to the tomb.

17 And is the awful veil withdrawn,
18 That shrouds from mortal eyes,
19 In deep impenetrable gloom,
20 The secrets of the skies?

21 O, in some dream of visioned bliss,
22 Some trance of rapture, show
23 Where, on the bosom of thy God,
24 Thou rest'st from human woe!

25 Thence may thy pure devotion's flame
26 On me, on me descend;
27 To me thy strong aspiring hopes,
28 They faith, thy fervours lend.

29 Let these my lonely path illume,
30 And teach my weakened mind
31 To welcome all that's left of good,
32 To all that's lost resigned.

33 Farewell! With honour, peace, and love,
34 Be thy dear memory blest!
35 Thou hast no tears for me to shed,
36 When I too am at rest.


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The Brook
by ACHAD

I wandered beside the running stream,
and mine eyes caught the glint of
Thy Starry Orbs in the swirling waters.
So is it with my mind; it flows on towards
the Great Sea of Understanding
wherein I may come to know Thee more fully.
Sometimes, as it journeys, it threatens
to overflow its banks in its eagerness
to reflect a wider image of Thine Infinite Body.
Ah! How the very stones, over which
flow the life of my being, thrill
at the tender caress of Thy reflected Image.
Thou, too, art Matter; it is I
Thy Complement - who am motion!
Therefore these very stones are of Thee,
but the Spirit - the Life - is the very Self of me;
mine Inmost Being.
Flow on, O Stream! Flow on, O Life!
Towards the Great Sea of Understanding, the Great Mother.


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