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Many nights Fiorello Bodoni would awaken to hear the rockets sighing in the dark sky. He would tiptoe from bed, certain that his kind wife was dreaming, to let himself out into the night air. For a few moments he would be free of the smells of old food in the small house by the river. For a silent moment he would let his heart soar alone into space, following the rockets. Now, this very night, he stood half naked in the darkness, watching the fire fountains murmuring in the air.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: You Don't Need Her
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A pervert whose wife was called Trish Once had a peculiar wish He took off his jacket And got out his packet And asked her to smack it With fish. You are so sweet, you are so clever. You are that girl I've not met ever. You are like rainbow after rain, My love to you I can't explain. I am admiring every day Your shining smile like solar ray.
You are inspire me for a feat, My heart is yours, please, think of it. Author: Aldar Badmaev. My charming lady with the crown You've changed all my life upside down I never fell in love before. I don't know what I'm waiting for? There's millions women in the crowd But only you have smiled to me And I am flying in the cloud So high, so far, so easily I hope we'll be together soon, Then we'll again observe the moon We'll lie beneath the open sky, I'll tell: "Let's to count stars we'll try".
Please, tell me, what you think about? About love or charming flowers? When moonlit night become the day I promise, all will as you say Author: Aldar Badmaev. Kiss me, baby, baby, kiss!
You know, I'd like to feel your lips. I want to feel your lips again, Inside my soul, my heart and brain. I still remember crazy days, Your charming eyes, your pretty face. And now you live so far away, But I'm still waiting that good day. When I'll be asking: "Baby, hey! Please, kiss me, baby, baby, kiss! They would discover many tales About the charming light divine Of glaring comets that are shine Through pattern of a midnight veil.
About the endless dark blue space I wish to know the truth; to trust In clouds of sparkling dust There were the wildfire traces. If only stars would speak to us…. A soul dies When it can't get more; A sea of lies And misunderstanding scores What for? Love makes me cry And this hatred of yours, it makes me smile, The question 'why' Is permanent this time. When will I learn to appreciate What I have; and the lack of will Is the only excuse of mine to wait. The walls aren't crumbling; they're still.
Still the passion of what I once had Haunts me all the time, like a ghost; I'm frustrated and my soul needs a shed And every molecule of my heart needs being lost. To believe or not to; The grief is commensurable with phenomena: The world is full of all of you And the only thing left is my stamina. Who'd have known the fury could happen to me? Everything is scary and it's kept in the jar - I'm not likely to get sympathy. Who'd have known I can't get that far. Things can't loose me, They remember the pain, they do remember my mar; And I'm trying to be Only without everything and only with my guitar.
A soul dies, Am I gonna withdraw? A sea of lies I'm not demanded anymore. What for? Every strike turns the heart to anxiety, This separates us from reality.
The rain of destruction walks near, With drops of no-hope creates fear. The madness served cold is so clear, That's frightened of its atmosphere. The illness converts to desease, This fragrance is hard not to breathe, Don't enter the ocean of tease, Cause you will be buried in grease. You're burning with light of denial, There's no second chance for revival.
A sword of your strengh and a smile Will help to gauge out the rival. My own poem. Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned; Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of thought that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than you should remember and be sad.
Yet the backyards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree-- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me. Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perise twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice. Robert Frost.
My favourite poem is: As I was walking round the hill, Not meaning to stay very long I saw a beautiful girl Who was singing a wonderful song. Her hair was long and pretty Tied up in a black velvet band. Her eyes was shining like diamands And she looked like the Queen of the land! I asked her where she was going And said: "What a wonderful day! And I looked her walking away. The cloud Percy Bysshe Shelley I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers?
From the seas and the streams; I beat light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their on their mother breast, As she danses about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. You have no enemies, you say? Alas, my friend, the boast is poor; He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes!
If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You've hit no traitor on the hip, You've dashed no cup from perjured lip, You've never turned the wrong to right, You've been a coward in the fight.
Aynur, zadai temu dlya pesni: or you can use poems of English poets. I believe copyrights exist for about 70 yrs after someone's death.
We're Together in Thought There are people you think about often Thoughts that bring warmth and good cheer For thoughts have a way of brightening a day And making the miles disappear. There are people whose lives are so special, Whose friendship and love mean so much And somehow you know that wherever you go, In thought, you will never lose touch. Amanda Bradley. American life I live the american dream You are the best thing I've seen, You are not just a dream I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top I tried to play the part, But somehow I forgot Just what I did it for And why I wanted more This type of modern life - Is it for me?
So beautiful, so young and tender, A slim and charming silhouette I want to be your dreams' defender And never leave you in regret I like so much when you are smiling, When wind is playing with your hair, And when you're gone, my heart is crying, And my soul's drowning in despair Still I don't know you, it's all wrong, But I just cannot get it through, My passion to you is too strong, It might be even I love you I've reached the top of heaven high, There was no limit for my dream, But then I fell..
Well, guess, the sky Was not as friendly as it seemed.. I was immortal, now I'm not, No wings, no halo, just a man.. And I don't fail to understand, It's easy like to count to five.. The pain I feel is hard to stand, At least it means I'm still alive Fallen dreams - mistake miss. Take me one chance please.
I got forgot my place and There are good-bay end. This poem is amazing! Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth. In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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I think I want to settle down one day; get married and have a family. Historically, women have given up their careers for men and families. Okay that was a little exaggerated, but I do value my alone time more than most. Even having to constantly text someone sounds worse than getting a root canal. If a man could understand my need for personal space and alone time, that would just be fantastic. I have a good head on my shoulders, a promising career, a good family, etc. With a man… well, they may be less. With relationships come some really wonderful things, I know that.
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Shel Silverstein Hey Ray, hey sugar, tell them who we are Well, we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go That sounds like us We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show Right We take all kinds of pills, that give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Yeah! Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone That's a very very good idea I got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans I got my poor ol' grey haired daddy, drivin' my limousine Now it's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Yeah! Aww, dats beautiful We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who'll do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru, who's teachin' us a better way We got all the friends, that money can buy, so we'll never have to be alone And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother I want one! Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover The Rolling Stone On the cover of the Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby Gonna buy five copies for my mother We're beautiful fellows Wanna see my smiling face I ain't kidding ya On the cover of The Rolling Stone Ah, we would make a beautiful cover The first shot, right up front man, I can see it now We would be on the front smilin' man Aahhhhh beautiful c Tro-Essex Music Ltd.
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A pervert whose wife was called Trish Once had a peculiar wish He took off his jacket And got out his packet And asked her to smack it With fish. You are so sweet, you are so clever. You are that girl I've not met ever.
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