Quotes about bathe, page 3
My Garden
What life is this we call our home?
All dreams now bent and broken bones,
and laughing are we clowns?
Death decay and drowning.
I carry my secret untold
This my hammer strike
Upon the forge of fire in passion burnt
What life?
What lessons have we learnt?
Stolen out of time
Into recession
Into abyss
Still stolen life of mine.
You catch me watching you
Eagle eyes and open thighs
Do you wish to know my lips
As I desire to bathe in your saliva
[...] Read more
poem by David Lacey
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
I Thirst
FIRST VOICE.
I thirst, but earth cannot allay
The fever coursing through my veins,
The healing stream is far away--
It flows through Salem's lovely plains.
The murmurs of its crystal flow
Break ever o'er this world of strife;
My heart is weary, let me go,
To bathe it in the stream of life;
For many worn and weary hearts
Have bathed in this pure healing stream,
And felt their griefs and cares depart,
E'en like some sad forgotten dream.
SECOND VOICE.
[...] Read more
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Legacy
When in death I shall calmly recline,
O bear my heart to my mistress dear,
Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine
Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here.
Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow
To sully a heart so brilliant and light;
But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
To bathe the relic from morn till night.
When the light of my song is o'er,
Then take my harp to your ancient hall;
Hang it up at that friendly door,
Where weary travellers love to call.
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft note in passing along,
Oh! let one thought of its master waken
Your warmest smile for the child of song.
Keep this cup, which is now o'erflowing,
To grace your revel, when I'm at rest;
[...] Read more
poem by Thomas Moore
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Tide River
Clear and cool, clear and cool,
By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;
Cool and clear, cool and clear,
By shining shingle and foaming weir;
Under the crag where the ouzel sings,
And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings,
Undefiled, for the undefiled;
Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child.
Dank and foul, dank and foul,
By the smoky town in its murky cowl;
Foul and dank, foul and dank,
By wharf and sewer and slimy bank;
Darker and darker the farther I go,
Baser and baser the richer I grow;
Who dare sport with the sin-defiled?
Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child.
Strong and free, strong and free,
The flood-gates are open, away to the sea.
[...] Read more
poem by Charles Kingsley
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Restorative Sleep
bathe thy wounds
in dreams of life
and wake to strive
onward
for yet another day
for sleep
restores
psyche with visions
amazing insights
washing clean
souls excommunicated
by errant misdeeds
with ritual balm
blessed sleep
misfortune cleans
[...] Read more
poem by Terence George Craddock
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Pay No Obeisance Unto This Purgatory
Do not stoop down, dear friend
Walk underneath the moonshine
and bathe in her splendid light
Never conceal your agog shadow
praying for a moment of dancing
under her phosphorous luminescence
Walk through the seething fire
and bathe in the freezing hail,
wear your grandest masquerade
but never let the salient rivers
on your unfathomable mirrors
to slumber into abeyance
or succumb into oblivion and
forget the splendor of its radiance
Do not lean upon the thicket
of the looming trees around us
for they are rooted in a land
that will never quake and shatter
[...] Read more
poem by Norman Santos
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
bhUvini dAsuDanE
Raga: shrIranjani
Tala: dEshAdi
pallavi
bhUvini dAsuDanE pErAsacE bOnkulADitinA budhamanOhara
anupallavi
avivEka mAnavula gOri kOri aDDudrOva trOkkitinA brOvavE
caraNam
cAla saukhyamO kaShTamO nEnu jAlijEnditinA sarivArilO
pAlamuncina nITamuncinA padamulE gati tyAgarAjanuta
Word to word meaning:
pErAsacE : with the greed to
anE : be known as
dAsuDu: your devotee
[...] Read more
poem by Tyagaraja
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Strawberry
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause
To reckon thee. I ask what cause
Set free so much of red from heats
At core of earth, and mixed such sweets
With sour and spice: what was that strength
Which out of darkness, length by length,
Spun all thy shining thread of vine,
Netting the fields in bond as thine.
I see thy tendrils drink by sips
From grass and clover's smiling lips;
I hear thy roots dig down for wells,
Tapping the meadow's hidden cells.
Whole generations of green things,
Descended from long lines of springs,
I see make room for thee to bide
A quiet comrade by their side;
I see the creeping peoples go
Mysterious journeys to and fro,
Treading to right and left of thee,
Doing thee homage wonderingly.
[...] Read more
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Cleaning Rituals Of Clever Men
Even before the discovery of wash lets,
from the land of rising sun in the east,
Even before the invention of washrooms,
from the land of congested petty nations,
Even before the construction of squatting,
holes and the adjacent storage compartments,
There were people who discharged in the buckets,
in the palace of Buckingham.
Workers collected one pound for a bucket,
Masters sprayed the new perfume distilled.
Ladies of London had taken their clothes,
to wash in the streams and rivers,
across the town a century ago,
that the people,
from the kampung of Indonesia do
until today.
Village ladies from India,
take the sombhu early morning,
to empty their bowels before sun rise.
[...] Read more
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Proem
O antique fables! beautiful and bright
And joyous with the joyous youth of yore;
O antique fables! for a little light
Of that which shineth in you evermore,
To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes,
And bathe our old world with a new surprise
Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore.
We stagger under the enormous weight
Of all the heavy ages piled on us,
With all their grievous wrongs inveterate,
And all their disenchantments dolorous,
And all the monstrous tasks they have bequeathed;
And we are stifled with the airs they breathed;
And read in theirs our dooms calamitous.
Our world is all stript naked of their dreams;
No deities in sky or sun or moon,
No nymphs in woods and hills and seas and streams;
Mere earth and water, air and fire, their boon;
[...] Read more
poem by James Thomson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!