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#celebrations

It’s not a lot that I can give, not a lot that I have, It’s just a drop in the bucket toward my goal to be better. But even so, I wish I could give more than I’ve given myself, Everything I have and anything I’ve had So it didn’t go to waste Rotting in a corner, in a room, in a space That I can never go to again, Or rather don’t want to go to once more But rather reminisce about Something that isn’t the burden And weight that’s taken place in my heart When I can’t look at someone else and say I’ve done them right for once. Futile, as my efforts are ‘Cause until now there’s not a lot I can find That would be worth the effort or time Others have to wait for something As big as beating cancer, as small as a birthday, And from someone like me On a day like that, of all days. But I can give myself And I can be here, Forever, however long that is, If someone would like, I can be

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC

Arii_Does_ARTZZZ

A Lot. I Can Be A Lot.

It’s not a lot that I can give, not a lot that I have, It’s just a drop in the bucket toward my goal to be better. But even so, I wish I could give more than I’ve given myself, Everything I have and anything I’ve had So it didn’t go to waste Rotting in a corner, in a room, in a space That I can never go to again, Or rather don’t want to go to once more But rather reminisce about Something that isn’t the burden And weight that’s taken place in my heart When I can’t look at someone else and say I’ve done them right for once. Futile, as my efforts are ‘Cause until now there’s not a lot I can find That would be worth the effort or time Others have to wait for something As big as beating cancer, as small as a birthday, And from someone like me On a day like that, of all days. But I can give myself And I can be here, Forever, however long that is, If someone would like, I can be

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It was dark and cold night. Looking back and up, the moon was a thin and useless crescent, barely visible. ‘What a wasted moon,’ I thought. “A stupid moon,” I mumbled to myself as if to finish a conversation. It looked deflated, artificial, soulless, and cold. Not poetic at all. I’m coping with tough decisions a victory and perhaps one martini too many. Peter (my bf) called, when I was at Toads (a local bar). We usually talk on Tuesdays at about 11. It was noisy in there I was a little tipsy. He became a little irritated. It didn’t go well. Martinis and authority don’t mix. I handed my thesis in today, 80 days early. I've been working on it obsessively. finger to lips, like a secret I can be obsessive. It’s a 60 page ‘first draft,’ theoretically. “Can I turn in a first draft for your review?” He looked surprised, “Sure.” I handed it over, and that’s that. Every ‘first draft’ I’ve ever handed in has gotten an A. “You’re CrAzY,” Sunny chuckled, “We gotta celebrate!” “Please don’t hold the door open,” the librarian said. I jumped, I hadn’t seen her sneaking up on me. How long had I been standing there? I’d been lost in thought. I focused on her now. She was 50 maybe, or a hundred—who knew? Her face needed moisturizing badly, her wrinkles were like cracks in marble. She looked frowny. Why is everyone frowny tonight? “Sure,” I said, facetiously, throwing my arm up like the door was hot. The door was now free to close. And the world was a better place. Once I’d turned and stepped into the library, I decided It was too bright and too hot there. So I left. The second I was outside, in the refreshing cold, Sunny appeared. “There you are,” she said, like she had lost something. “You walk too fast,” and the girl with her laughed. Sunny can always pick up a girl—it’s like she’s magnetic. "Let's go home,” she added, “we’re going to pay for this tomorrow.” She hooked my arm in hers and we followed the path, the three of us, like the yellow brick road. . . A song for this: Drunk On Love by Basia Data & Picard by Pogo

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Jan 29, 2025

Jan 29, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC

It was dark and cold night. Looking back and up, the moon was a thin and useless crescent, barely visible. ‘What a wasted moon,’ I thought. “A stupid moon,” I mumbled to myself as if to finish a conversation. It looked deflated, artificial, soulless, and cold. Not poetic at all. I’m coping with tough decisions a victory and perhaps one martini too many. Peter (my bf) called, when I was at Toads (a local bar). We usually talk on Tuesdays at about 11. It was noisy in there I was a little tipsy. He became a little irritated. It didn’t go well. Martinis and authority don’t mix. I handed my thesis in today, 80 days early. I've been working on it obsessively. finger to lips, like a secret I can be obsessive. It’s a 60 page ‘first draft,’ theoretically. “Can I turn in a first draft for your review?” He looked surprised, “Sure.” I handed it over, and that’s that. Every ‘first draft’ I’ve ever handed in has gotten an A. “You’re CrAzY,” Sunny chuckled, “We gotta celebrate!” “Please don’t hold the door open,” the librarian said. I jumped, I hadn’t seen her sneaking up on me. How long had I been standing there? I’d been lost in thought. I focused on her now. She was 50 maybe, or a hundred—who knew? Her face needed moisturizing badly, her wrinkles were like cracks in marble. She looked frowny. Why is everyone frowny tonight? “Sure,” I said, facetiously, throwing my arm up like the door was hot. The door was now free to close. And the world was a better place. Once I’d turned and stepped into the library, I decided It was too bright and too hot there. So I left. The second I was outside, in the refreshing cold, Sunny appeared. “There you are,” she said, like she had lost something. “You walk too fast,” and the girl with her laughed. Sunny can always pick up a girl—it’s like she’s magnetic. "Let's go home,” she added, “we’re going to pay for this tomorrow.” She hooked my arm in hers and we followed the path, the three of us, like the yellow brick road. . . A song for this: Drunk On Love by Basia Data & Picard by Pogo

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As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.” Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl. We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades, live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick). Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of poets everywhere.” “Dear Anais Don’t betray us. April’s our month to shine. We’re asking you to confine, your poetry to the other 11 months, please listen to us - just this once. Your poetry isn’t that popular, and we think your work is subtacular.” They’d rhymed it, of course. I was moved. I mean, if you write my kind of poetry, It’s a good idea to keep moving, Happy Poetry Month!

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Mar 31, 2024

Mar 31, 2024 at 11:07 PM UTC

As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.” Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl. We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades, live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick). Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of poets everywhere.” “Dear Anais Don’t betray us. April’s our month to shine. We’re asking you to confine, your poetry to the other 11 months, please listen to us - just this once. Your poetry isn’t that popular, and we think your work is subtacular.” They’d rhymed it, of course. I was moved. I mean, if you write my kind of poetry, It’s a good idea to keep moving, Happy Poetry Month!

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I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved. Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved? No doubt our floor was ***** but dust, in blonde hair, isn’t easily perceived. I was lying, relaxed, on the cool common room floor in sedate prostration when my boyfriend arrived. He was eager for some post-exam reunification but I lacked the energy for synergy, the motivation for combination or even flirtation. Which left him grumbling with male frustration. He suggested, “Why don’t we go out for some libation?” Oh, what a smooth-talker - that’s practically a direct quotation. “Oh, sure,” I said, “ply me with ***** and into temptation!” Side stepping that, he proclaimed, “It’s time to celebrate and the start of vacation!” I held up my hands and he pulled me upright, “Ok.” I said in resigned assignation. A shower and change of clothes soon had me refreshed and reanimated. How sad I’d have been to miss the end of term conversations imbued by holiday decorations and I offer this to you, my small, winter, college-based narration. In the hope that you’ll be inspired, even if you’re tired, to celebrate your own holiday occasions. Happy Holidays Everyone!

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Dec 21, 2022

Dec 21, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC

a holiday narration

I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved. Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved? No doubt our floor was ***** but dust, in blonde hair, isn’t easily perceived. I was lying, relaxed, on the cool common room floor in sedate prostration when my boyfriend arrived. He was eager for some post-exam reunification but I lacked the energy for synergy, the motivation for combination or even flirtation. Which left him grumbling with male frustration. He suggested, “Why don’t we go out for some libation?” Oh, what a smooth-talker - that’s practically a direct quotation. “Oh, sure,” I said, “ply me with ***** and into temptation!” Side stepping that, he proclaimed, “It’s time to celebrate and the start of vacation!” I held up my hands and he pulled me upright, “Ok.” I said in resigned assignation. A shower and change of clothes soon had me refreshed and reanimated. How sad I’d have been to miss the end of term conversations imbued by holiday decorations and I offer this to you, my small, winter, college-based narration. In the hope that you’ll be inspired, even if you’re tired, to celebrate your own holiday occasions. Happy Holidays Everyone!

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Each clock struck 2022 An outflowing of colour hit the skies Lights echo off the cloudy ceiling Roman candles lit the ceremonial jubilation A feasting cacophony of thunder Remembrance for those who were curtailed of life Celebrating human resistance Revival of the human trait Gods speed Peace

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Dec 31, 2021

Dec 31, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC

War of the worlds in celebration

Each clock struck 2022 An outflowing of colour hit the skies Lights echo off the cloudy ceiling Roman candles lit the ceremonial jubilation A feasting cacophony of thunder Remembrance for those who were curtailed of life Celebrating human resistance Revival of the human trait Gods speed Peace

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# He did not go far. How could he; you were his everything....... You love the concept of Parallel worlds.. his is now intangible-- no skin-clad temple to hold him down within the misgivings and falleness, that entails all things fleshbound-- his illustrious spirit, now encased within the utter boundlessness of his newly-dedicated housing of Prismatic Light. This is now the new temple that contains his eternal spirit.. and it is from that impeccably-beautiful place, that he now offers hope and petition without end.. on your behalf. Face to Face, now.. his once, deeply-aching spirit, now finds the perpetual Peace.. through true Resolve, as he finds his neverending Encouragements, now heading your way, on the Wings of what is now, no less than that of Unlimited Possibility-- Raining down on to you.. Reigning now in the Heavenlies, no longer diluted and misdirected by human agenda And here you sit, beautiful girl-- Not seeing or feeling.. because you are still subject to the same auspices of falleness that eventually found its Unholy fruition within his utter demise. No longer subject to it all, he is asking you to rise above it, also.. the prayers of a newly-recognized Saint-- petitioning directly in to Love's very Ache.. asking that the horror-built walls, embedded into your war-torn flesh would come down, no longer so devastatingly-thwarting Love's deep desire to finally have the chance to find its beautiful way into you.. Yet your out of control self-hatred is hurting him-- almost as much as it is truly hurting you. The last thing your guilt-ridden spirit wants to do is cause him any more pain. Feel his loving presence.. and you will also then begin to feel his deeply-Loving petition. It is perfect.. as are you-- Once you become separated from your hook-embedded, flesh. He is There.. helping you to become able to have access to it, here. That is where he is at.. that is what he is doing. The Grace that he now so deeply embraces on your behalf, will slowly begin to buy you the internal freedom that is necessary to begin to become able to feel it all. Throughout the years, you have learned how to begin to believe. If not, you would have already blocked me again by now. He is within the Realms of Magic, now. You love Magic. Feel him there.. as he truly now is.. and you will begin to learn, through feel-- the things in you (that you so adamantly hold on to), that are still hurting him. Forgiveness.. from his Mercy Seat towards you.. is perpetual, and without end, because he knows that you do not as of yet, fully understand. One day, you will.. and it will become to him, his greatest Joy. It is not over. It is never over.. as long as that gorgeous, war-torn heart still has a pulse in it. Make sure that it will, until you can feel.. and the Morning Sun will truly rise within you.. fully anew. Fully. Completely. Perpetually. You will become the very glow that he already right now, sees in you. You Love me just as much as you hate me. Love's reason is here-- right here in these words. You know that it is all true. His spirit was far too beautiful for the pain-infused fleshtemple that previously contained it.. while he was here. He left it for a better one.. one that is completely and fully, Perfect. You can feel him far more often than your pain-wracked heart and spirit will allow you to currently admit. Perspective is everything, beautiful girl. You love me for the glorious perspective that I am able to bring to you. That is the only way that I want to be loved. You have been through enough. Lets get you two back together, through your growing ability to become able to see him.. and feel him... as he is-- not as your obscure.. self-contempt, scarred view, now only shadow-sees him. You have work to do, beauty. You are his exceedingly, Worthy Beloved. There is so much, so unfairly-attached to you.. that keeps you feeling as if you are forever unworthy. He is 24/7 helping you. That is what he does now.. and I can very much see why <3 #

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Nov 21, 2021

Nov 21, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC

'cause you're wonderful..

# He did not go far. How could he; you were his everything....... You love the concept of Parallel worlds.. his is now intangible-- no skin-clad temple to hold him down within the misgivings and falleness, that entails all things fleshbound-- his illustrious spirit, now encased within the utter boundlessness of his newly-dedicated housing of Prismatic Light. This is now the new temple that contains his eternal spirit.. and it is from that impeccably-beautiful place, that he now offers hope and petition without end.. on your behalf. Face to Face, now.. his once, deeply-aching spirit, now finds the perpetual Peace.. through true Resolve, as he finds his neverending Encouragements, now heading your way, on the Wings of what is now, no less than that of Unlimited Possibility-- Raining down on to you.. Reigning now in the Heavenlies, no longer diluted and misdirected by human agenda And here you sit, beautiful girl-- Not seeing or feeling.. because you are still subject to the same auspices of falleness that eventually found its Unholy fruition within his utter demise. No longer subject to it all, he is asking you to rise above it, also.. the prayers of a newly-recognized Saint-- petitioning directly in to Love's very Ache.. asking that the horror-built walls, embedded into your war-torn flesh would come down, no longer so devastatingly-thwarting Love's deep desire to finally have the chance to find its beautiful way into you.. Yet your out of control self-hatred is hurting him-- almost as much as it is truly hurting you. The last thing your guilt-ridden spirit wants to do is cause him any more pain. Feel his loving presence.. and you will also then begin to feel his deeply-Loving petition. It is perfect.. as are you-- Once you become separated from your hook-embedded, flesh. He is There.. helping you to become able to have access to it, here. That is where he is at.. that is what he is doing. The Grace that he now so deeply embraces on your behalf, will slowly begin to buy you the internal freedom that is necessary to begin to become able to feel it all. Throughout the years, you have learned how to begin to believe. If not, you would have already blocked me again by now. He is within the Realms of Magic, now. You love Magic. Feel him there.. as he truly now is.. and you will begin to learn, through feel-- the things in you (that you so adamantly hold on to), that are still hurting him. Forgiveness.. from his Mercy Seat towards you.. is perpetual, and without end, because he knows that you do not as of yet, fully understand. One day, you will.. and it will become to him, his greatest Joy. It is not over. It is never over.. as long as that gorgeous, war-torn heart still has a pulse in it. Make sure that it will, until you can feel.. and the Morning Sun will truly rise within you.. fully anew. Fully. Completely. Perpetually. You will become the very glow that he already right now, sees in you. You Love me just as much as you hate me. Love's reason is here-- right here in these words. You know that it is all true. His spirit was far too beautiful for the pain-infused fleshtemple that previously contained it.. while he was here. He left it for a better one.. one that is completely and fully, Perfect. You can feel him far more often than your pain-wracked heart and spirit will allow you to currently admit. Perspective is everything, beautiful girl. You love me for the glorious perspective that I am able to bring to you. That is the only way that I want to be loved. You have been through enough. Lets get you two back together, through your growing ability to become able to see him.. and feel him... as he is-- not as your obscure.. self-contempt, scarred view, now only shadow-sees him. You have work to do, beauty. You are his exceedingly, Worthy Beloved. There is so much, so unfairly-attached to you.. that keeps you feeling as if you are forever unworthy. He is 24/7 helping you. That is what he does now.. and I can very much see why <3 #

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27 summers old, One winter short Of bright sunlights. I haven't been here before, Now I am of age, Soon another summer, Or not, its all chance. Every one is our first, And fadingly a last. 27 summers old, Am blessed evenly, Of a dark right hand, And light in the other, To keep my heart in order. Life in it's seasons, Curse death, every fig has to dry, Dry into its death. Aw beautiful summers, Cold winters harsh, That is the harmony of life.

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 3:52 AM UTC

jeremiah-mhlongo

27 summers old, One winter short Of bright sunlights. I haven't been here before, Now I am of age, Soon another summer, Or not, its all chance. Every one is our first, And fadingly a last. 27 summers old, Am blessed evenly, Of a dark right hand, And light in the other, To keep my heart in order. Life in it's seasons, Curse death, every fig has to dry, Dry into its death. Aw beautiful summers, Cold winters harsh, That is the harmony of life.

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#*The sun has miles to go As it smiles in the wispy sky The rains have paved way for winters Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves My heart set in the month of November Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns Brings in the Festival of Lights Special occasions and blessings Pleasant evenings and celebrations* ✨✨

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Oct 30, 2020

Oct 30, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Always November

#*The sun has miles to go As it smiles in the wispy sky The rains have paved way for winters Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves My heart set in the month of November Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns Brings in the Festival of Lights Special occasions and blessings Pleasant evenings and celebrations* ✨✨

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Parents to take our responsibility Siblings to carry our roller-coaster emotions Friends to co-create the madness we are Relatives to form our extended safety networks Spouse to satiate our mental, physical and lonely desires Kids to give us those safe & positive vibes for future Influentials and celebrations to realize our existence But how about having one nameless relation? One that doesn't mandate responsibilities? One that doesn't burden expectations? One that is Fearless, Formless & Weightless? One that is 'Carelessly Caring' ?

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC

One nameless relation?

Parents to take our responsibility Siblings to carry our roller-coaster emotions Friends to co-create the madness we are Relatives to form our extended safety networks Spouse to satiate our mental, physical and lonely desires Kids to give us those safe & positive vibes for future Influentials and celebrations to realize our existence But how about having one nameless relation? One that doesn't mandate responsibilities? One that doesn't burden expectations? One that is Fearless, Formless & Weightless? One that is 'Carelessly Caring' ?

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Celebrations and blood ... Palestine ... celebrate as you want ... as we will always ... granting our blood ... for our Palestine ... till we get it free ... from you ... celebrate and dance... soon we will dance on your dead bodies ... and your blood ... Palestine soon will be free ... just wait and see ... we will fight ... fight you ... till you get out ... as you came ... with a ***** minds ... supported by a great power ... homeless with a ***** souls ... from all over the world ... you will get out ... soon you will see ... however you celebrate ... even ,... how long you dance ... we will keep fighting ... will keep granting our blood ... just for our holy land ... till we get our freedom ... for our country ... free home land ... Palestine ... hazem al...

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May 14, 2018

May 14, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC

Celebrations and blood ...

Celebrations and blood ... Palestine ... celebrate as you want ... as we will always ... granting our blood ... for our Palestine ... till we get it free ... from you ... celebrate and dance... soon we will dance on your dead bodies ... and your blood ... Palestine soon will be free ... just wait and see ... we will fight ... fight you ... till you get out ... as you came ... with a ***** minds ... supported by a great power ... homeless with a ***** souls ... from all over the world ... you will get out ... soon you will see ... however you celebrate ... even ,... how long you dance ... we will keep fighting ... will keep granting our blood ... just for our holy land ... till we get our freedom ... for our country ... free home land ... Palestine ... hazem al...

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This is important…to you With life comes expectation’s, we only disappoint. With love comes expectation’s. I have to disappoint. They tell me I must celebrate getting closer to the end. I tell them I don't want to and I don't have to, without a girlfriend. With love you are obligated. Without I am free to choose. They tell me it is another opportunity wasted, To find someone I do, Want to fall in love with; I could end the night with a kiss. I say there are three hundred and sixty four other days And she would find me any other time, if she truly knew me. I do not wish celebrate this day, So come back tomorrow and try again. If you are only willing to try to love me once, Then we will never find a way, so I think you should bounce. If love is not committed, then tell me, what is it? If love has rules that I must follow religiously, Then where is the spontaneity? I want love at first sight and true insight, Not being forced to be happy this night. If I must, then I will begrudgingly And I will wear a plastic smile and empty eyes; So tell me if they will still want me? If you cannot understand my reasons, Then there is no helping you. I will not be helped to help myself, no matter what the season. I will remain in oblivion, Searching for the driven, Waiting again for passion, To call out my name. I carry my pain in a box of misfortune, As I walk alone down memory lane. Your glass is half full, my soul is shattered. Happy Birthday...doesn't matter. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC

This is important...to you.

This is important…to you With life comes expectation’s, we only disappoint. With love comes expectation’s. I have to disappoint. They tell me I must celebrate getting closer to the end. I tell them I don't want to and I don't have to, without a girlfriend. With love you are obligated. Without I am free to choose. They tell me it is another opportunity wasted, To find someone I do, Want to fall in love with; I could end the night with a kiss. I say there are three hundred and sixty four other days And she would find me any other time, if she truly knew me. I do not wish celebrate this day, So come back tomorrow and try again. If you are only willing to try to love me once, Then we will never find a way, so I think you should bounce. If love is not committed, then tell me, what is it? If love has rules that I must follow religiously, Then where is the spontaneity? I want love at first sight and true insight, Not being forced to be happy this night. If I must, then I will begrudgingly And I will wear a plastic smile and empty eyes; So tell me if they will still want me? If you cannot understand my reasons, Then there is no helping you. I will not be helped to help myself, no matter what the season. I will remain in oblivion, Searching for the driven, Waiting again for passion, To call out my name. I carry my pain in a box of misfortune, As I walk alone down memory lane. Your glass is half full, my soul is shattered. Happy Birthday...doesn't matter. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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1. Summer chauvinist, autumnal aspirations moments warmest 2. Present celebrations No supremacy Only admirations 3. No constant lies oft healthy life 4. Love exists If our heart insists. © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected

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Jan 17, 2018

Jan 17, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC

sylvia-frances-chan

4x SIX WORD POEM....

1. Summer chauvinist, autumnal aspirations moments warmest 2. Present celebrations No supremacy Only admirations 3. No constant lies oft healthy life 4. Love exists If our heart insists. © Sylvia Frances Chan Copyright Protected

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Let me then get a vase and water For the Rose that I have brought You Let me liberate Your spirit So Your song You will sing anew For the beauty of Your presence And Your company to keep Let me then adore You In all the magic moments that You bring Let me see You A living vision of an Angel For a time of We alone Celebrations Sure and Certain Far beyond all hopes of dreams. -R. 8.24.17 -LA -4S

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Aug 24, 2017

Aug 24, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC

-Let Me Then (For the Rose)

Let me then get a vase and water For the Rose that I have brought You Let me liberate Your spirit So Your song You will sing anew For the beauty of Your presence And Your company to keep Let me then adore You In all the magic moments that You bring Let me see You A living vision of an Angel For a time of We alone Celebrations Sure and Certain Far beyond all hopes of dreams. -R. 8.24.17 -LA -4S

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(a repost from 2014...edited) I AM GRATEFUL--- for having my family they are safe and healthy we have roof over our heads and clothes to keep us warm there is always food on our table... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT --- on each new day, i am able to get up, alone...without much effort can wash my face, brush my teeth, clean my bathroom regularly take a shower on my own cook what i want to eat, eat alone... change the curtains in my bedroom change my bedsheets without help, as often as i want to... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I --- still celebrated another birthday will still be able to say THANK YOU! with family and friends on Thanksgiving day make scary decors for Halloween deck our house with a tree and lanterns before December hung stars, angels in corners and in between am strong enough to put them all away when Christmas is over... I AM GRATEFUL I AM STILL--- able to witness how a night of fireworks and celebrations easily segues into a day of new beginnings... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I CAN WRITE--- share my thoughts, my moments, look back to the past with a smile, find contentment where i am now, still look forward to my future, wake up to each new day and another.......and another.....and another... and A N O T H E R . Thanksgiving must come with every breath For we are showered with Blessings without end... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #blessings #gratitude #thanksgiving #celebrations

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC

I AM GRATEFUL...

(a repost from 2014...edited) I AM GRATEFUL--- for having my family they are safe and healthy we have roof over our heads and clothes to keep us warm there is always food on our table... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT --- on each new day, i am able to get up, alone...without much effort can wash my face, brush my teeth, clean my bathroom regularly take a shower on my own cook what i want to eat, eat alone... change the curtains in my bedroom change my bedsheets without help, as often as i want to... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I --- still celebrated another birthday will still be able to say THANK YOU! with family and friends on Thanksgiving day make scary decors for Halloween deck our house with a tree and lanterns before December hung stars, angels in corners and in between am strong enough to put them all away when Christmas is over... I AM GRATEFUL I AM STILL--- able to witness how a night of fireworks and celebrations easily segues into a day of new beginnings... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I CAN WRITE--- share my thoughts, my moments, look back to the past with a smile, find contentment where i am now, still look forward to my future, wake up to each new day and another.......and another.....and another... and A N O T H E R . Thanksgiving must come with every breath For we are showered with Blessings without end... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #blessings #gratitude #thanksgiving #celebrations

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Have you ever wondered where the stars go On the nights when they don't shine? Well if there is one thing I know, It's where those stars go. They glide down to Earth from the sky Although I haven't the foggiest idea why And they sing and dance and play Just like us during the day Those two white figures dancing a tango While another one views some Van Gogh And more still sing a song 'Till all the songs have been sung And the morning sun arises from her bed And calls the stars back home once more.

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Dec 8, 2015

Dec 8, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC

Have you ever wondered where the stars go On the nights when they don't shine? Well if there is one thing I know, It's where those stars go. They glide down to Earth from the sky Although I haven't the foggiest idea why And they sing and dance and play Just like us during the day Those two white figures dancing a tango While another one views some Van Gogh And more still sing a song 'Till all the songs have been sung And the morning sun arises from her bed And calls the stars back home once more.

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(Never too late) I AM GRATEFUL--- for having my family they are safe and healthy we have roof over our heads and clothes to keep us warm there is always food on our table... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT --- on each new day, i am able to get up, alone...without much effort can wash my face, brush my teeth, clean my bathroom regularly take a shower on my own cook what i want to eat, eat alone... change the curtains in my bedroom change my bedsheets without help, as often as i want to... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT I --- still celebrated another birthday was able to say THANK YOU! with family and friends on Thanksgiving day made scary decors for Halloween decked our house with a tree and lanterns before December hang stars, angels in corners and in between am strong enough to put them all away when Christmas is over... I AM GRATEFUL I AM STILL ABLE TO WITNESS how a night of fireworks and celebrations easily segues into a day of new beginnings... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I CAN --- write, share my thoughts, my moments, look back to the past with a smile, find contentment where i am now, still look forward to my future, wake up to each new day and another.......and another.....and another... and A N O T H E R . ***Thanksgiving must come with every breath For we are showered with Blessings without end...*** Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC

(Never too late) I AM GRATEFUL--- for having my family they are safe and healthy we have roof over our heads and clothes to keep us warm there is always food on our table... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT --- on each new day, i am able to get up, alone...without much effort can wash my face, brush my teeth, clean my bathroom regularly take a shower on my own cook what i want to eat, eat alone... change the curtains in my bedroom change my bedsheets without help, as often as i want to... I AM GRATEFUL, THAT I --- still celebrated another birthday was able to say THANK YOU! with family and friends on Thanksgiving day made scary decors for Halloween decked our house with a tree and lanterns before December hang stars, angels in corners and in between am strong enough to put them all away when Christmas is over... I AM GRATEFUL I AM STILL ABLE TO WITNESS how a night of fireworks and celebrations easily segues into a day of new beginnings... I AM GRATEFUL THAT I CAN --- write, share my thoughts, my moments, look back to the past with a smile, find contentment where i am now, still look forward to my future, wake up to each new day and another.......and another.....and another... and A N O T H E R . ***Thanksgiving must come with every breath For we are showered with Blessings without end...*** Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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I look at my graduation picture and your smile looks fake. I've waited twenty three years for this date. I know you love me, but why do I see hate? My whole life all I asked for was sincerity. The moment came, and you acted like you weren't happy. I mean **** you didn't even smile for me!

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC

to this day I hate celebrations

I look at my graduation picture and your smile looks fake. I've waited twenty three years for this date. I know you love me, but why do I see hate? My whole life all I asked for was sincerity. The moment came, and you acted like you weren't happy. I mean **** you didn't even smile for me!

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Swaymvar- Wedding! With Translation in English Kavi, tha khayalon me khoya Dard-e -dil soch ke roya Tab Apsara sundarsi hui prakat Ahista se gayee Kavi ke nikat Likhte kyun ** kavita hamesha udaas Racho koi rachna jisme ** harsh-o- ulhas Ghatne wali hai ghatna avismarniya Reh jayega baki sub kuch asmarniya Aney wali hai baraat aaj raat Yahi kuch gyarah- barah baje ke baad Chaand ke saath hogi chandni Sitare layenge jhilmil roshni Indra layenge varsha ko saath Varun ayenge thamey badalon ka haath Suraj layenge bas kiran ek Teeno mil sajayenge indradhanush anek Draupadi ke saath honge punch pandav Shiv bhi karenge nritya tandav Agni khud karenge havan Halka sa jhonka denge Pavan Patton se banegi chudiyan hari Maang mein mitti hogi lal sindoori Aasman mein cha jayega kala-neela sa rang Krishna jab nachenge radha ke sang Rachegi khoob ras leela wahan Dekha na hoga kabhi ye jahan Pakwan har ek hoga anvesh Bhojan hoga bahut hi vishesh Srishti banegi ati ati -sundar Rachegi jab Ambar aur dharti ka swayamvar! Translation The Wedding! The poet was lost in thought Heartbroken and distraught When appeared an Apsara ethereal She touched his shoulder lightly Why do you write poems full of sorrow Do write some poems replete with joy About to happen is an event memorable Everything else will be forgettable The bridegroom will ride on a chariot light Around eleven-twelve tonight The moon will swing in with his moonlight The stars will twinkle on their own shining bright Indra will bring along the rains Varun will hold the clouds in rein The sun will be present as a single ray The trio will create a rainbow array Draupadi will come with five pandav Shiv will swirl to his Dance Tandav Agni himself will do the Havan Gentle breeze will be supplied by Pavan The bangles will be made from leaves green The color of the earth will be vermilon red The sky will be decked in black and blue When Krishna will dance with Radha his beloved true There will be celebrations lavish Mortals will be left in disbelief The food will indeed be delectable Each dish will be a creative spectacle! Creation will be at her very best When the earth and sky will be in their union blessed.

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC

Hindi-Swaymwar- Wedding with English translation

Swaymvar- Wedding! With Translation in English Kavi, tha khayalon me khoya Dard-e -dil soch ke roya Tab Apsara sundarsi hui prakat Ahista se gayee Kavi ke nikat Likhte kyun ** kavita hamesha udaas Racho koi rachna jisme ** harsh-o- ulhas Ghatne wali hai ghatna avismarniya Reh jayega baki sub kuch asmarniya Aney wali hai baraat aaj raat Yahi kuch gyarah- barah baje ke baad Chaand ke saath hogi chandni Sitare layenge jhilmil roshni Indra layenge varsha ko saath Varun ayenge thamey badalon ka haath Suraj layenge bas kiran ek Teeno mil sajayenge indradhanush anek Draupadi ke saath honge punch pandav Shiv bhi karenge nritya tandav Agni khud karenge havan Halka sa jhonka denge Pavan Patton se banegi chudiyan hari Maang mein mitti hogi lal sindoori Aasman mein cha jayega kala-neela sa rang Krishna jab nachenge radha ke sang Rachegi khoob ras leela wahan Dekha na hoga kabhi ye jahan Pakwan har ek hoga anvesh Bhojan hoga bahut hi vishesh Srishti banegi ati ati -sundar Rachegi jab Ambar aur dharti ka swayamvar! Translation The Wedding! The poet was lost in thought Heartbroken and distraught When appeared an Apsara ethereal She touched his shoulder lightly Why do you write poems full of sorrow Do write some poems replete with joy About to happen is an event memorable Everything else will be forgettable The bridegroom will ride on a chariot light Around eleven-twelve tonight The moon will swing in with his moonlight The stars will twinkle on their own shining bright Indra will bring along the rains Varun will hold the clouds in rein The sun will be present as a single ray The trio will create a rainbow array Draupadi will come with five pandav Shiv will swirl to his Dance Tandav Agni himself will do the Havan Gentle breeze will be supplied by Pavan The bangles will be made from leaves green The color of the earth will be vermilon red The sky will be decked in black and blue When Krishna will dance with Radha his beloved true There will be celebrations lavish Mortals will be left in disbelief The food will indeed be delectable Each dish will be a creative spectacle! Creation will be at her very best When the earth and sky will be in their union blessed.

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An infant is born An infant is born It is a baby boy! Come one Come all To greet this baby doll May his life be long May his limbs grow strong May his smiles prolong May he have tons of fun Out in the open sun As he learns to walk and run From a cherub to a tot To a happy young colt May his growth be a happy trot Let him wander everywhere Let him stumble here and there Let him learn to give and share Teach him folklore Tell him tales of yore Of both valor and of gore Make him well grounded Very well rounded but certainly not bounded Fetter him not with ties As he reaches for the skies With his endless why's Teach him to embrace Every culture, every race As you try and keep your pace Keep him away from Apathy And teach him the art of empathy And the wisdom of sympathy May his shoulders grow wide With his every adult stride As you look on with pride May your love shine in his eyes May your blessings make him wise May he always be very nice May his life be of his choosing May his deeds be outstanding May his love be continuing An infant is born An infant is born It is a baby boy! The End!

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC

Blessings for the baby boy!

An infant is born An infant is born It is a baby boy! Come one Come all To greet this baby doll May his life be long May his limbs grow strong May his smiles prolong May he have tons of fun Out in the open sun As he learns to walk and run From a cherub to a tot To a happy young colt May his growth be a happy trot Let him wander everywhere Let him stumble here and there Let him learn to give and share Teach him folklore Tell him tales of yore Of both valor and of gore Make him well grounded Very well rounded but certainly not bounded Fetter him not with ties As he reaches for the skies With his endless why's Teach him to embrace Every culture, every race As you try and keep your pace Keep him away from Apathy And teach him the art of empathy And the wisdom of sympathy May his shoulders grow wide With his every adult stride As you look on with pride May your love shine in his eyes May your blessings make him wise May he always be very nice May his life be of his choosing May his deeds be outstanding May his love be continuing An infant is born An infant is born It is a baby boy! The End!

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