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Give Your All To Love
Give your all to love, give in, be engrossed
Though time that passes by may not turn back
No regrets if you have loved, loved the most
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Give Your All To Love
Give your all to love, give in, be engrossed
Though time that passes by may not turn back
No regrets if you have loved, loved the most
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Sonnet 25
Hercules help! An eagle tore a part,
From my poor liver, swooping from above,
Nay, not my liver, but rather my heart,
And no eagle is she, perhaps a dove;
She once at my...
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.Sonnet 178
I trod on memories in foggy lanes,
Marked by shredded dreams strewn along the way,
A glimmer sheds its light on love that wanes,
To bring recall, without which hearts can...
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.The Sailor Invicto
The coldest wind which fills my sails
Sent colder chills throughout my spine
As now the rigging grimly wails
That mast is all set to recline
The taut sinews binding...
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.Sonnet 173
The dawn, the dawn, in other distant shores,
Methinks, is what made her to go on sprees,
If night is what she thinks that always stores,
Her fate in place called "here" if...
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. . . Sonnet 167
Black colors my days, it's a waste of night,
It darkened raiments, the cloak of my heart,
For love has dimmed, the bright days seemed in blight,
Its dark hues tint, even...
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Sonnet 161
The pulse of Time that quickens in our veins,
Bespeaks of nearness, our lips now attained,
More so, it augurs love's desire that reigns,
An apt prelude to kiss forthwith...
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. . .Sonnet 159
You left a spectral smile that stalks my mind,
To haunt my only niche in Time and Space,
My every thought in reverie I find,
Reminisces its curve and grace;
You've...
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. . . Where's The Camel?
I walk on walls
to dine on posts,
of lakes, wavering
as cows roost on twigs
chilling like drapes
on a morning's night.
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. . . Retaliation
When distant trumpets blow sounding retreat
And all directions pointed back to base
Despair waits as the foe of greater threat
Such that only victory would erase
The...
OracleDreamHealer....that was exhaustive from the good Dr., Yes, I am on the quest for Ultimate Truth.
How do you turn off the interior lights? I mean the lights on the doors. My friend left his cadillac with me while he's out of the country and the door lights won't turn off. Help!
The interior...
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Ode To The Grass
(Poem circa 2000)
O grass at Flanders Field or Waterloo
The turf where clashed the feuding creeds
The blood of reason stained your veins, then flow
To ground below...
How do you turn off the interior lights? I mean the lights on the doors. My friend left his cadillac with me while he's out of the country and the door lights won't turn off. Help!
The interior...
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Ode To The Grass
(Poem circa 2000)
O grass at Flanders Field or Waterloo
The turf where clashed the feuding creeds
The blood of reason stained your veins, then flow
To ground below...
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Double Curse
Long ago, in the lands we know from tales we hear
When the stars were not yet named for any myth or bear
There thrived two kingdoms, one by king so fair and just
The other...
It's amazing for you to write in this format. I am just amazed as I am not familiar with this. More of like a song lyric with repetitions of lines in strategic locations. The ode of Percy Beshey...
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Limerick No.8
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A girl once rode, a tiger in the woods
but came back as she should
did the girl stash
ten million cash
and was the tiger surnamed woods?
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The Ballad of Tiger Woods
It‘s quite a lore, in golf, what he has done
He’s made those drives so great to hole-in-one
Then those reporters came to uncover
That aside from wife he...
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My Place Of Solitude
When all the sounds that fill the air die not
For just a little rest my ears so crave
The joys of loneliness I soon forgot
For silence is the hallmark of the grave...
There was this funny poem way back in grade school. I can't remember now, so I just made this limerick to approximate it.
Limerick No. 7
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There's a smiling woman of Niger...
Limerick No.4
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Sue and her love scaled the Boondocks
hoping to watch some rare wild ducks
and how it had been
is now to be seen
in the bulge of Sue's loose frocks
Limerick No.4
Poor Jim, whose daddy hates his poem
"It's all cow's dung," says Jeroboam.
"Dad, poems I've written,"
"Dung, what cows have eaten
but they have yet to pooh-'em
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- More features
- Easier to use
- More dependable
- Better warranty
- Better reputation/reviews
or some combination of...