Latest quotes | Random quotes | Vote! | Latest comments | Add quote

I really enjoyed every minute of it. I mean, I've learned so much in the last week, I mean, just the way to play a real, real doubles. It was a great experience for me, and we had a lot of fun.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Related quotes

You Are The Mother Beneath Our Wings Dedicated to my mother who thought she had nothing to give-but gave the wisest things!

You are the mother beneath our wings, born into poverty brought us the
wealth of many kings, When you art young and don't have anything, you rely on
your Mother to give you everything, For a poor mother who had nothing you gave the
wisest things, You are the Mother beneath our wings.
Being poor was a rich experience for us and heartbreaking for you
You planted many seeds and nourished your ten kids needs
You gave us the wealth of may kings-coming from poverty taught us many things
The way you loved your life, being the kissin' bandit's wife
We were dirt poor, but it wasn't all bad
If material wealth as all we had-We wouldn't appreciate life and be thankful for what
we have. What you gave was unique, prized above material things
To each child special gifts you did bring
We were never too poor to give something-when you think you can't give nothing
You van give the wisest things-The love you gave will be treasured more than anything
When the trumpet blows and you rise up to meet your king
REMEMBER the lilies blooming in spring and that you gave your best in EVERYTHING!

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

It was a great experience for a kid, because it was a bunch of kids playing on pirate ships and water slides, so looking back on it, it was the fondest experience of my childhood.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Serious thought

Gave serious thought and tried to be assertive,
Have some say and never be submissive,
Not to look crook but not also passive,
Easy to take respect and ready to give,

First entry with bang as bride,
Head high with boldness and pride,
Firmness in attitude and nothing to hide,
All happiness and joy to provide,

I had heard all about marriage,
Abort in bad time and miscarriage,
Ill treatment and great insult,
Nothing it to happen without my consult,

Not predetermined or set goal in mind,
Nothing to probe but exact things to find,
Not showing disrespect and manner always kind,
Live to the situation and not to take as blind,

Hubby to be given clear message with love,
My entry in home as good bride and not dove,
Single devotion to him with utmost care,
I was here for all the times and going no where,

I will serve him to the best of my ability,
Showing all regard with care and capability,
Sincere efforts with all the sanity,
Approach bold but intentions with purity,

Neither was I afraid not for its misfire,
Nor had any ideas taken on hire,
Purely conceivable effort and ready to submit,
Any lapses, if pointed out, ready to admit,

Gone were the days when were called toys,
Now we run race and compete with boys,
We may be called butterflies but not so weak,
Time may come when our work may speak,

Whenever I see or hear about the harassment,
I don’t curse or express the lament,
Never I ask for excuse and pass the comment,
I strike hard and make resolve for new advent,

No more atrocities or maltreatment,
All steps to enforce and further prevent,
I shall do it with utmost care,
Not at cost of insanity but with means fare and fun fare

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Every Minute In Every Day

Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.

The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.

The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.

But every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Hey,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.

The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
Wants to prove....
That boulder can't be moved.

The one who struggles with a load on shoulders,
May not get upset...
But sweats.
And seem to live their lives,
Free of regret.

Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.

Yet every minute,
In every day...
Hey,
Somebody chooses...
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Today,
Somebody says...
They've should have prayed.

Somebody who believes,
God is far away!

The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!

The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!

The one who struggles with a load on shoulders...
May not believe,
That God is far away!

The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!

Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.

Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.

Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.

The one who holds onto their troubles like a boulder,
May not believe,
That God is here today!

Every minute,
In every day...
Somebody chooses,
Not to pray.

And every minute,
Come what may...
Somebody says,
They've should have prayed.

Don't be the one to not,
Pray today.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Mr Man (feat. Jimmy Cozier)

Jimmy Cozier)
Somethin' about the way you smiled at me just drove me wild
Wish I could know if your alone, don't wanna cramp your style
But I cannot deny the feel that I feel when I look straight through your eyes
Feel my heart beating fast for her challenge may you try
I wanna know if you feel the way I do (I do)
I wanna know if theres a chance for me and you (and you)
If theres no way, meet at the bar and you say can't (You can't)
Cuz I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be. I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
(Alicia Keys)
Like the way you've given me attention through the night
Maybe I've had too much Remy, my man's right by my side
Every time I catch you watchin' me, feel somethin' down my spine
I play the game; it's just for fun and only for tonight
I wanna know what makes you feel the way you do (You do)
I think youre hopin' theres a chance for me and you (and you)
Should I meet you at the bar and say we can't? (We can't)
Cuz I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr.Man, unfair to Mr.Man, unfair to Mr.Man, unfair to Mr.Man
(Alicia)
I know all you wanna know is answers
(Jimmy)
Cuz you could give me what I need
You could give me everything I need
(Alicia & Jimmy)
We both know that we're attracted
Should we let our desires lead?
I wanna know if you feel the way I do (I do)
I wanna know if theres a chance for me and you (and you)
If theres no way, meet at the bar and say you can't (you can't)
Cuz I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr.Man, Unfair to Mr.Man, unfair to Mr.Man, unfair
I wanna know if you feel the way I do (I do)
I wanna know if theres a chance for me and you (and you)
If theres no way, meet at the bar and say you can't (you can't)
Cuz I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man
I wanna know if you feel the way I do (I do)
I wanna know if theres a chance for me and you (and you)
If theres no way, meet at the bar and say you can't (you can't)
Cuz I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man

song performed by Alicia KeysReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Conroy's Gap

This was the way of it, don't you know --
Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep,
And never a trooper, high or low,
Could find him -- catch a weasel asleep!
Till Trooper Scott, from the Stockman's Ford --
A bushman, too, as I've heard them tell --
Chanced to find him drunk as a lord
Round at the Shadow of Death Hotel.
D'you know the place? It's a wayside inn,
A low grog-shanty -- a bushman trap,
Hiding away in its shame and sin
Under the shelter of Conroy's Gap --
Under the shade of that frowning range
The roughest crowd that ever drew breath --
Thieves and rowdies, uncouth and strange,
Were mustered round at the "Shadow of Death".

The trooper knew that his man would slide
Like a dingo pup, if he saw the chance;
And with half a start on the mountain side
Ryan would lead him a merry dance.
Drunk as he was when the trooper came,
to him that did not matter a rap --
Drunk or sober, he was the same,
The boldest rider in Conroy's Gap.

"I want you, Ryan," the trooper said,
"And listen to me, if you dare resist,
So help me heaven, I'll shoot you dead!"
He snapped the steel on his prisoner's wrist,
And Ryan, hearing the handcuffs click,
Recovered his wits as they turned to go,
For fright will sober a man as quick
As all the drugs that the doctors know.

There was a girl in that shanty bar
Went by the name of Kate Carew,
Quiet and shy as the bush girls are,
But ready-witted and plucky, too.
She loved this Ryan, or so they say,
And passing by, while her eyes were dim
With tears, she said in a careless way,
"The Swagman's round in the stable, Jim."

Spoken too low for the trooper's ear,
Why should she care if he heard or not?
Plenty of swagmen far and near --
And yet to Ryan it meant a lot.
That was the name of the grandest horse
In all the district from east to west;
In every show ring, on every course,
They always counted The Swagman best.

He was a wonder, a raking bay --
One of the grand old Snowdon strain --
One of the sort that could race and stay
With his mighty limbs and his length of rein.
Born and bred on the mountain side,
He could race through scrub like a kangaroo;
The girl herself on his back might ride,
And The Swagman would carry her safely through.

He would travel gaily from daylight's flush
Till after the stars hung out their lamps;
There was never his like in the open bush,
And never his match on the cattle-camps.
For faster horses might well be found
On racing tracks, or a plain's extent,
But few, if any, on broken ground
Could see the way that The Swagman went.

When this girl's father, old Jim Carew,
Was droving out on the Castlereagh
With Conroy's cattle, a wire came through
To say that his wife couldn't live the day.
And he was a hundred miles from home,
As flies the crow, with never a track
Through plains as pathless as ocean's foam;
He mounted straight on The Swagman's back.

He left the camp by the sundown light,
And the settlers out on the Marthaguy
Awoke and heard, in the dead of night,
A single horseman hurrying by.
He crossed the Bogan at Dandaloo,
And many a mile of the silent plain
That lonely rider behind him threw
Before they settled to sleep again.

He rode all noght, and he steered his course
By the shining stars with a bushman's skill,
And every time that he pressed his horse
The Swagman answered him gamely still.
He neared his home as the east was bright.
The doctor met him outside the town
"Carew! How far did you come last night?"
"A hundred miles since the sun went down."

And his wife got round, and an oath he passed,
So long as he or one of his breed
Could raise a coin, though it took their last,
The Swagman never should want a feed.
And Kate Carew, when her father died,
She kept the horse and she kept him well;
The pride of the district far and wide,
He lived in style at the bush hotel.

Such wasThe Swagman; and Ryan knew
Nothing about could pace the crack;
Little he'd care for the man in blue
If once he got on The Swagman's back.
But how to do it? A word let fall
Gave him the hint as the girl passed by;
Nothing but "Swagman -- stable wall;
Go to the stable and mind your eye."

He caught her meaning, and quickly turned
To the trooper: "Reckon you'll gain a stripe
By arresting me, and it's easily earned;
Let's go to the stable and get my pipe,
The Swagman has it." So off they went,
And as soon as ever they turned their backs
The girl slipped down, on some errand bent
Behind the stable and seized an axe.

The trooper stood at the stable door
While Ryan went in quite cool and slow,
And then (the trick had been played before)
The girl outside gave the wall a blow.
Three slabs fell out of the stable wall --
'Twas done 'fore ever the trooper knew --
And Ryan, as soon as he saw them fall,
Mounted The Swagman and rushed him through.

The trooper heard the hoof-beats ring
In the stable yard, and he jammed the gate,
But The Swagman rose with a mighty spring
At the fence, and the trooper fired too late
As they raced away, and his shots flew wide,
And Ryan no longer need care a rap,
For never a horse that was lapped in hide
Could catch The Swagman in Conroy's Gap.

And that's the story. You want to know
If Ryan came back to his Kate Carew;
Of course he should have, as stories go,
But the worst of it is this story's true:
And in real life it's a certain rule,
Whatever poets and authors say
Of high-toned robbers and all their school,
These horsethief fellows aren't built that way.

Come back! Don't hope it -- the slinking hound,
He sloped across to the Queensland side,
And sold The Swagman for fifty pound,
And stole the money, and more beside.
And took to drink, and by some good chance
Was killed -- thrown out of a stolen trap.
And that was the end of this small romance,
The end of the story of Conroy's Gap.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome

Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,
Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician,
I for some branch of Melchizedeck took,
(Though he derives himself from my Lord Brooke)
I sought his Lodging; which is at the Sign
Of the sad Pelican; Subject divine
For Poetry: There three Stair Cases high,
Which signifies his triple property,
I found at last a Chamber, as 'twas said,
But seem'd a Coffin set on the Stairs head.
Not higher then Seav'n, nor larger then three feet;
Only there was nor Seeling, nor a Sheet,
Save that th' ingenious Door did as you come
Turn in, and shew to Wainscot half the Room.
Yet of his State no man could have complain'd;
There being no Bed where he entertain'd:
And though within one Cell so narrow pent,
He'd Stanza's for a whole Appartement.
Straight without further information,
In hideous verse, he, and a dismal tone,
Begins to exercise; as if I were
Possest; and sure the Devil brought me there.
But I, who now imagin'd my selfbrought
To my last Tryal, in a serious thought
Calm'd the disorders of my youthful Breast,
And to my Martyrdom prepared Rest.
Only this frail Ambition did remain,
The last distemper of the sober Brain,
That there had been some present to assure
The future Ages how I did indure:
And how I, silent, turn'd my burning Ear
Towards the Verse; and when that could n
Held him the other; and unchanged yet,
Ask'd still for more, and pray'd him to repeat:
Till the Tyrant, weary to persecute,
Left off, and try'd t'allure me with his Lute.
Now as two Instruments, to the same key
Being tun'd by Art, if the one touched be
The other opposite as soon replies,
Mov'd by the Air and hidden Sympathies;
So while he with his gouty Fingers craules
Over the Lute, his murmuring Belly calls,
Whose hungry Guts to the same streightness twin'd
In Echo to the trembling Strings repin'd.
I, that perceiv'd now what his Musick ment,
Ask'd civilly if he had eat this Lent.
He answered yes; with such, and such an one.
For he has this of gen'rous, that alone
He never feeds; save only when he tryes
With gristly Tongue to dart the passing Flyes.
I ask'd if he eat flesh. And he, that was
So hungry that though ready to say Mass
Would break his fast before, said he was Sick,
And th' Ordinance was only Politick.
Nor was I longer to invite him: Scant
Happy at once to make him Protestant,
And Silent. Nothing now Dinner stay'd
But till he had himself a Body made.
I mean till he were drest: for else so thin
He stands, as if he only fed had been
With consecrated Wafers: and the Host
Hath sure more flesh and blood then he can boast.
This Basso Relievo of a Man,
Who as a Camel tall, yet easly can
The Needles Eye thread without any stich,
(His only impossible is to be rich)
Lest his too suttle Body, growing rare,
Should leave his Soul to wander in the Air,
He therefore circumscribes himself in rimes;
And swaddled in's own papers seaven times,
Wears a close Jacket of poetick Buff,
With which he doth his third Dimension Stuff.
Thus armed underneath, he over all
Does make a primitive Sotana fall;
And above that yet casts an antick Cloak,
Worn at the first Counsel of Antioch;
Which by the Jews long hid, and Disesteem'd,
He heard of by Tradition, and redeem'd.
But were he not in this black habit deck't,
This half transparent Man would soon reflect
Each colour that he past by; and be seen,
As the Chamelion, yellow, blew, or green.
He drest, and ready to disfurnish now
His Chamber, whose compactness did allow
No empty place for complementing doubt,
But who came last is forc'd first to go out;
I meet one on the Stairs who made me stand,
Stopping the passage, and did him demand:
I answer'd he is here Sir; but you see
You cannot pass to him but thorow me.
He thought himself affronted; and reply'd,
I whom the Pallace never has deny'd
Will make the way here; I said Sir you'l do
Me a great favour, for I seek to go.
He gathring fury still made sign to draw;
But himself there clos'd in a Scabbard saw
As narrow as his Sword's; and I, that was
Delightful, said there can no Body pass
Except by penetration hither, where
Two make a crowd, nor can three Persons here
Consist but in one substance. Then, to fit
Our peace, the Priest said I too had some wit:
To prov't, I said, the place doth us invite
But its own narrowness, Sir, to unite.
He ask'd me pardon; and to make me way
Went down, as I him follow'd to obey.
But the propitiatory Priest had straight
Oblig'd us, when below, to celebrate
Together our attonement: so increas'd
Betwixt us two the Dinner to a Feast.
Let it suffice that we could eat in peace;
And that both Poems did and Quarrels cease
During the Table; though my new made Friend
Did, as he threatned, ere 'twere long intend
To be both witty and valiant: I loth,
Said 'twas too late, he was already both.
But now, Alas, my first Tormentor came,
Who satisfy'd with eating, but not tame
Turns to recite; though Judges most severe
After th'Assizes dinner mild appear,
And on full stomach do condemn but few:
Yet he more strict my sentence doth renew;
And draws out of the black box of his Breast
Ten quire of paper in which he was drest.
Yet that which was a greater cruelty
Then Nero's Poem he calls charity:
And so the Pelican at his door hung
Picks out the tender bosome to its young.
Of all his Poems there he stands ungirt
Save only two foul copies for his shirt:
Yet these he promises as soon as clean.
But how I loath'd to see my Neighbour glean
Those papers, which he pilled from within
Like white fleaks rising from a Leaper's skin!
More odious then those raggs which the French youth
At ordinaries after dinner show'th,
When they compare their Chancres and Poulains.
Yet he first kist them, and after takes pains
To read; and then, because he understood good.
Not one Word, thought and swore that they were
But all his praises could not now appease
The provok't Author, whom it did displease
To hear his Verses, by so just a curse,
That were ill made condemn'd to be read worse:
And how (impossible) he made yet more
Absurdityes in them then were before.
For he his untun'd voice did fall or raise
As a deaf Man upon a Viol playes,
Making the half points and the periods run
Confus'der then the atomes in the Sun.
Thereat the Poet swell'd, with anger full,
And roar'd out, like Perillus in's own Bull;
Sir you read false. That any one but you
Should know the contrary. Whereat, I, now
Made Mediator, in my room, said, Why?
To say that you read false Sir is no Lye.
Thereat the waxen Youth relented straight;
But saw with sad dispair that was too late.
For the disdainful Poet was retir'd
Home, his most furious Satyr to have fir'd
Against the Rebel; who, at this struck dead
Wept bitterly as disinherited.
Who should commend his Mistress now? Or who
Praise him? both difficult indeed to do
With truth. I counsell'd him to go in time,
Ere the fierce Poets anger turn'd to rime.
He hasted; and I, finding my self free,
Did, as he threatned, ere 'twere long intend
As one scap't strangely from Captivity,
Have made the Chance be painted; and go now
To hang it in Saint Peter's for a Vow.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Alice Hoffman

It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Henry Fonda

For me, college wasn't a breeze. I had 8 o'clock classes, I worked from 3 to 11 at the Settlement House. On weekends, if Northwestern Bell needed me, I'd troubleshoot for them, and I had a steady girl. God!

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Every Step Of The Way

There are many roads to travel
in my journey through life day by day,
but I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

I may travel on stony ground
and on pastures green and tender.
I may take many dead ends
and have to many times turn around,
but I will always follow you lord
every step of the way.

I know you will guide me
whichever way I choose to go,
whether it be the right or wrong road,
I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

I know you will lead me
away from dangers
I may stumble on
and I will always follow you Lord
every step of the way.

27 September 2008

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Neal The Believer

Meeting Neal for the very first time,
he was interesting and we had a lot of fun times.
Neal bought my children picture books more than twice,
he watched Razel on the comedy stage be cold as ice.
He helped support me in writing projects with a laptop,
he even paid for my trip to the writing workshop.
Now I have 2 more completed poetry books,
soon will be on the Kindle or the Nook.
Neal came to see me at the street painting festival,
he always believed in me and best of all.
He helped take photos of Melodie in the city that doesn't sleep,
funny photos and memories to keep.
Thanks Neal for all of your fun times,
and I hope you are having a Happy Valentine.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Neal The Believer

Meeting Neal for the very first time,
he was interesting and we had a lot of fun times.
Neal bought my children picture books more than twice,
he watched Razel on the comedy stage be cold as ice.
He helped support me in writing projects with a laptop,
he even paid for my trip to the writing workshop.
Now I have 2 more completed poetry books,
soon will be on the Kindle or the Nook.
Neal came to see me at the street painting festival,
he always believed in me and best of all-
He helped take photos of Melodie in the city that doesn't sleep,
funny photos and memories to keep.
Thanks Neal for all of your fun times,
and I hope you are having a Happy Valentine.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
www.suechevalier.com www.krendoll.com

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

On Her Mind

She's wearing the tee-shirt
of a band I really like
maybe that's coincidence
maybe that's alright

I keep thinking about the way
she said "I'll see you soon"
was it more than words?

I'm just tryin' to find
what's on her mind?

I don't know when I'll see her
but I'm sure that I will
its just another matter of time
some more time to kill

I can imagine so many things
her and I sometime in the spring
...something's happening

I'm just tryin' to find
what's on her mind?

[CHORUS:]

(I want peace but I don't make it
I want love but I don't give it
i want hope but I can't find it
and I want her to heal me)

she's wearing the tee-shirt
of my favorite band
I should've told her
that I was a fan

people say I should just leave it be
leave it up to destiny
but that ain't for me

I'm just trying to find
what's on her mind?

[CHORUS and outros]

song performed by Duncan Sheik from DaylightReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Every Step Of The Way

I used to see you on the avenue
You were the girl that let me follow you
You used to hang out in the alleyway
You sewed a button on my shirt one day
I asked around until I found your name
Then underneath the arches in the pouring rain
I said - you (yeah, you) I want you
Every step of the way
I know that things are gettin better
I know its gonna be ok
So baby dont go - I aint gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Every step of the way
Do ya wanna, do ya wanna, do ya wanna dance?
Take a chance, baby, take a chance
Ill be with you every of the way
Ill even show you how to strut one day
Aint got a girl and its a crying shame
cos I cant figure out whos to blame
I want you (yeah, you) I want you
Every step of the way
I know that things are gettin better
I know things will be ok
So baby dont go - I aint gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Yeah, every step of the way
I know that things are gettin better
I know things will be ok
So baby dont go - I aint gonna let ya
I wanna be with you every step of the way
Every step of the way
[repeat last line to fade]

song performed by MonkeesReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

A Fathers Words To His Child.

Children are the gentle breezes for which parents plea.
They come they play around us then they flee.
We would hold them to our breast,
Protecting against all of life's dreadful tests.

You teach and doggedly hold.
But the day must come when they break from the mold.
With resounding break of a parental heart.
They step away, a life of their own to start.

I watched a beautiful young woman as she stepped the isle.
With maids surrounding she flashes her parents a comforting smile.
Where is the tomboy, who bowled the boys out?
And where is our back yards loudest shout.

God gives such gifts to unworthy types like me,
Here is my wealth, this is my treasury.
Even though she resides within another man's walls,
There's a part of me that remembers the mischievous calls.

My baby has grown into a woman of great strength, for sure.
And has a man that adores her, what's more.
She faces life's challenges with a tigress's might.
Amazing to watch this fearsome sight.

From porcelain doll with features so fine
To beautiful warrior princess in such a short space of time.
But remember should God give me the wisdom to listen,
I have a broad shoulder when a tear upon cheek should glisten.

So my blessing, my love, and many hours of prayer, are given to you.
Pass your battles to Jesus and He will see you through.
May days a soft breezes, gentle sunlight, and summer flowers,
Along with sweet family laughter, encompass your waking hours.

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Galaxy

words by jason mraz & d. stevie journey, jr.
music by jason mraz
Here I am I'm sitting alone again I'm staring up at the sky which at this lonely moment is my only friend suddenly as I gaze upon the night I notice the stars began to shake and dance and fall into the darkness
They exploded down. I knew what I had to do. I ran up to the top of the hill and took ahold for you
The sweetest star that fell and yes I held on to it close to the numbness in my heart
And I kissed a star. I wrapped it up inside a golden bow and I ran away just to find you.
This was your gift a star that I kissed.
The galaxy that lived inside your eyes was in need of a brand new shining light.
I wished to the dark sky up above that all I had was to be captured and willingly turned over to you.
I know you better now and at this I smile. I simply gave to you the symbol of what you are to me.
You are the star that shines and explodes with light and I love and embrace all that I can.
Take this blindness away from me and let me bask inside your golden sea.
I never ever knew such simple astronomy could ever come to me by ways of the heart.
Call me to be one of those strangely dressed wise men who follow the stars to their love
You are such a perfect star to wish upon and I love you and yes I'm hopeful
Of what this lonely night may lead me into. I'm wishing upon you now.
Free me and let me indulge in my view a most beautiful you.
A keeper of starlight..
the way I feel: I'm feeling happy finally. I've no room for sorrow and I feel lit inside.
It's something I cannot hide. Oh maybe I've never felt this way before. Not for real.
Finally I feel free.
Here I am I'm sitting alone again I'm staring up at the sky which at this lonely moment is my only friend suddenly as I gaze upon the night I notice the stars began to shake and dance looks like they wanna fight
No way they were dancing. They were romancing.
Falling in love all over.

song performed by Jason MrazReport problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Necronicon

The house behind the trees lay still,
A monster, in its sleep,
The shutters fell in tatters, lay
In shards there, at its feet.
The paint had gone, one hundred years
Since proud, it gleamed on high,
The Keep, the Tower, Necronicon
Had seemed to sweep the sky!

But deep within its weathered gloom
A heart beat, faintly heard,
Some dim and evil echo that
The world outside had purged,
The door swung on a single hinge
And vegetation lay
Across the rotting carpets that
Had served it, yesterday!

While in some dim-lit parlour
Sat an old man in a chair,
Surrounded by the ghosts of those
Who were no longer there.
He sat beguiled by phantoms who
Assailed him in the gloom,
While memories of women, spat,
Rained curses on his tomb.

But in an upper bedroom sat
A girl who longed to play,
Who'd lost her parents, and her home,
Had shrugged, but come to stay.
Her grandfather, the only sire
This pampered girl had got,
She sat before the cobwebbed glass,
And plotted, this Charlotte!

She had the evil eye of him
Who sat down in that chair,
For blood is blood, and evil is
The product of despair,
Her mother disappeared when she
Was no more than a child,
And she had worn her father down,
By inches, running wild!

The old man laid the law down,
Sat her, facing down his stare,
She had the arrogance of youth
And shrugged, she didn't care,
She took his money, wasted it
And didn't pay a bill,
The larder soon was empty and
The power was cut, as well.

She spent her nights out clubbing,
Met an older man, like her,
They whispered in the corners
And they plotted by the stair,
She took him to Necronicon
The old man faded fast,
'Beware, Charlotte', he muttered,
Or you may well be the last! '

'This house has shared in horrors
That you couldn't even dream,
I've tried to keep its secrets, but
The very rafters scream,
The cellar is a blasphemy
I'll pay for in the fire,
For pleasures sought in youth are terrors
Age does not desire.'

They poisoned him that very night,
And scampered round the hall,
Uncovered hoards of jewellery,
Of notes, and coins of gold,
Went down into that cellar of
Necronicon, the Tower,
And saw the boxes, side by side,
Each padlocked in that bower.

Five boxes, just like coffins but
Made simply, out of deal,
The fifth was lying empty, like
A box without a seal,
Her roguish friend grinned hugely
Smashed each padlock with an axe,
And she had giggled as he struck,
Egged on his crude attacks!

They opened up the first in line
And shrank against the wall,
The body of a woman lay
Quite naked, overall,
She'd torn the hair from out her head
And gripped it in her fright,
For this corpse lay in terror there
In her eternal night!

The second casket opened up
Revealed another girl,
She'd been quite shapely in her time,
She wore a single pearl,
Her fingers, ripped and torn they were
And bloodied, as she'd scraped,
In desperation at the lid
Before her soul escaped.

The third lid they threw open and
She screamed, this surly child,
She hung against the wall, and peered
Could not be reconciled.
'I know that face, my cousin
Who was sent to Canada,
We never heard from her again,
I thought she'd married there! '

The fourth box they approached with dread,
And lifted up the lid,
Her roguish friend drew back a pace,
His face, from her, he hid.
'My mother, ' sobbed the grey Charlotte,
And fell into a swoon.
'I wondered why he'd wanted her, '
He said, 'that day, in June! '

Charlotte woke up inside a box,
The fifth that lay down there,
He'd fixed the padlock firmly, whispered low
So she could hear:
'A man once paid me well to spike
Your mother's gin and lime,
I didn't know she'd end up here...
Believe me... It's a crime! '

'I have no option now, you see,
But you'll be safe in there,
You won't get out to tell on me,
And frankly, I don't care!
Some men like necrophilia,
Dead bodies on the mat,
I'll promise you at least one thing,
You will be spared of that! '

Charlotte lay still and waited 'til
All sounds of him were gone,
He'd left her clothed within that box
And now she squirmed around,
Her mobile phone was in her skirt
She phoned, and listened well:
'This number disconnected, you
Have failed to pay your bill! '

15 November 2009

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Brendan Fraser

Elizabeth Hurley and I had a lot of fun together. She's a very beautiful, confident woman.

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share

Will I Ever See You Again?

Will I ever see you again,
or did you made this all
up.

You and I had a lot of
fun together,
We laugh and cry together.

All the times we had
together,
are gone now.

So....will I ever see you again?

poem by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
Naomi Watts

There was a time I was very much blaming the way I felt on L.A, that it was a vacuum of creativity, of humor or anything organic, and I was really angry at the place. But then today I feel completely different - I love L.A.!

quote by Report problemRelated quotes
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Share
 

Search


Recent searches | Top searches