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"ruth" poems
Mango. A mango. Mm, I love the taste. There's nothing better than when the juice runs down my face. Mango, sweet mango. Better than baby ruth. I love me some mango, to satisfy my sweet tooth.
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Mango.
Meri zindagi mujhse ruth *** ek  anjaan  bankar, Chhod kahan chali *** mera  dil  torkar, Tut gaye mere sapne sare ek  shisha  bankar, Rah gaye wo purane pal ab bas  ek  yaad  bankar, Aai mere jeevan me dard teri  judai  bankar, Tor diye sare rishtey mujhse meri  jahan  bankar, Rah jayenge ab hum tumhare bina bas  ek  gumnaam  bankar, Kyon de gye ** dard mujhe mere  hi  zajbaat  bankar, meri zindagi mujhse ruth *** ek  anjaan  bankar, ghabra jata hai dil kabhi kabhi yahi  baat  sunkar, Kab laut aayega wo pal ek  naya  sabera  bankar, Badh jayegi meri khusi Tumhare  sath  chalkar, tumhare  sath  chalkar.....
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
MERI ZINDAGI MUJHSE RUTH ***
Mere sapne kyon tut gaye, Wo humse kyon ruth gaye, Dekar shila mohabbat ka mujhe, Wo meri hasti kyon lut gaye, Kyon aaye wo meri zindagi me Jab mujhe chhod ke jana hi tha, Karke waadein pyaar ke Jab sath nibhana hi na tha, Do pal ki khushi unke sath, najane kahan chhut gaye, Wo humse kyon ruth gaye, Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye us nile aasman se, Mit jate hain nafrat bhi es dhai akshar ke naam se, Aashiyana hamare pyaar ka najane kis samundar me dub gaye, Wo humse kyon ruth gaye, Ro diye hum bhi use yaad karke, Kahan chale gaye wo mujhe barbaad karke, Chale jayenge es suni duniya ko chhod Rah jayenge tere liye hum bas ek khwab banke, Pyaar ke kacche dhage aaj tut gaye, Wo humse kyon ruth gaye, wo humse kyon ruth gaye.......
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
WO HUMSE KYON RUTH GAYE......
Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya , Tujhme khoye hain hum es kadar ki, apna nam pata bhi bhula diya, Jawane Se chhupa ke ki tujhse mohabbat , Par tune mujhe jawane se hi begana bna diya, Tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya.... Tere intezar me har pal ji raha hu ghut ghut ke, kaha chali gayi ** sanam tum mujhse ruth ke, ab to jine ka sahara hain bus teri ye yadein, Soch kar biti baton ko nam ** jati hai meri ye aankhen, Teri wafawon ne mera sab kuchh jala diya, tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. .. chalti raho me tujhe dhundh raha hoon, chand taro se tera pta puchh raha hoon, tune mere dil me ek jagah bna liya, tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya.... mat dena dhokha tum mujhe pyar me ai sanam nahi to tut jaunga, chhod tumhe mai es duniya se chala jaunga, laut ke phir mai kabhi na aaunga, tere esk me maine teri har kamiyo ko bhula diya, tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya. .. yaadon ko teri  Manish  likh raha apni kalam se es tarah ki, teri nafrat ko bhi usne amrit bna diya, tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya, tere pyar ne mujhe pagal bna diya....
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
TERE PYAR NE MUJHE PAGAL BNA DIYA
Ye hawayen kis or le jayengi mujhe, Kab tak tere ishq me tadpayegi mujhe, Na koi manzil na koi thikana raha mera ab, etna dard dekar, Kab aur kis mor pe tumse milayegi mujhe, Rukh tere pyar ka begana ** gya, nahi bhul sakta tujhe main kabhi bhi, Kyoki Tujhpar mera dil bhi deewana ** gya, Teri yaadon ne mujhe etna dard diya ki, Ab mere har lavj shayarana ** gya, Nahi dekh sakta main tera ye udas chehra Kyoki tumhari khushi hi meri muskan, Lag jaye tujhe ye meri sari umar Kyoki tum hi mere sapne aur tum hi mera jahan, Kyon ruth gya ye pal mujhse, Rone laga ye dil bhi jabse pyar hua hai tumse,
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
YE HAWAYEN KIS OR LE GAYENGI MUJHE
Jo puraani yaadon mein zindagi dhundha kartey hai unhe sirf do pal ki muskurahat naseeb hoti hai aur phir umar bhar ki tanhai ek aisi tanhai jaha hum bhari mehfil mein bhi akele ** jaate hai aur adhura pan bhi hamein pura lagne lagta hai ek aisi manhoosiyat dil pe cha jaati hai Jo chahe bhi mit nhi paati aur vo yaadein bhulaaye bhi bhula nhi paate reh reh k **** mein gade kaante ki tarah dard diye jaata hai aur hum hans hans kar ise taal diya karte hai kyun ki shaayad mukaddar ko yahi manzur tha kya shikva hum kisi aur se kare jab manzil hi humse Ruth gayi Jo naayab tohfa khuda se mili haatho se yun choot gayi vo toot k bikhri aur kinare par jaa Giri aur kashti humari doob gayi
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Nostalgia (Hindi)
juda hoke tujhse tut jayenge hum , Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum, O hawa tham ja jara ye to bata de Kab ek- dusare se mil payenge hum , tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum.... zindagi ki dor se tum bandhe ** Bata do sanam tum mujhse kyon ruth gye ** Tujhe pane ke liye har dukh sah jayenge hum Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. ... Khud me dhundhane laga hoon tujhe , Jaan se bhi jyada chahne laga hoon tujhe Tu meri kismat me nahi to kya hua, Teri yaadon ko hi apna zindagi banayenge hum , Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. .. Rone lagi kalme bhi meri teri yaadon ko likh kar, Hansne laga jawana bhi mere dil ki baat soon kar, Najane tujhe pane ke liye kitne thokar khayenge hum, Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .. tujhe to meri yaad bhi na aai , kaise katengi ye meri tanhai, tanha yu akela es duniya se chale jayenge hum, Tere bina o sanam ab mar jayenge hum. .
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
TERE BINA O SANAM AB MAR JAYENGE HUM
Mujhe kuchh kahna hai, mujhe tere dil me rahna hai, Na ruth jana kabhi mujhse, Kyoki tera banke jina hai Mujhe tera banke hi mar jana hai, Mujhe kuchh kahna hai, Mujhe tera aansoo banke bahna hai, na bna sako mohabbat mujhe to gam hi bna lo, Kyoki tere dard me bhi mujhe tere sath hi rahna hai, Mujhe tere sath hi rahna hai, Mujhe kuchh kahna hai, Mujhe teri muskurahat banke tere labon pe rahna hai, banke kajal teri aankhon ka mujhe har waqt teri aankhon me hi rahna hai, Teri aankhon me hi rahna hai, Mujhe kuchh kahna hai, mujhe tera khwab banke rahna hai, Jab gahari nind se band ** jaye ye palaken teri, teri un mitthe khwabo me apne dil ki baat kahna hai, mujhe apne dil ki baat hi kahna hai,
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
MUJHE KUCHH KAHNA HAI...
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI JO BIKE SADDA HI BIN TOLE TANHAI HU HAR US KHAT KI JO JO PADHA GYA HAI BIN KHOLE HAR AANSU KO HAR PATTHAR TAK PAHUNCHANE KI LACHAR HUK MAI SAHAJ ARTH UN SABDO KA JO SUNE GYE HAI BIN BOLE JO KABI NAHI BARSA KHUL KAR HAR US BADA L KA PANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KIA RAM KAHANI HU MAI BHAV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI. ............ KI JINKE SAPNO KE TAJ MAHAL BAN NE SE PAHLE TUT GAYE JI HAATHO ME DO HAATH KABHI AANE SE PAHLE CHUT GYE DHARTI PAR JINKE KHONE AUR PAANE KI AJAB KAHANI HAI KISHMAT KI DEVI MAAN GYE PAR PRANAY DEVETA RUTH GYE MAI MAILI CHADAR WALE US KABIRA KI AMRIT VANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KKI RAM KAHANI HU KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI SEEKHA HU APNE JAKHMO KO KHUDSEE KAR KUCH JAAN GYE MAI HASHTA HU BHEETAR BHEETAR ANSU PEEKAR KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI HU VIRODH SE UPJI EK KHUDAAR VIJAY KUCH KAHTE HAI MAI MARTA HU KHUD ME JEEKAR KHUD ME MARKAR LEKIN MAI HAR CHATURI KI SOCHI SAMJHI NADANI HU LAV-KUSH KI TEER BINA GAYE SITA KI RAM KAHANI HU... WRITTEN BY :::::: SHASHANK KUMAR DWIVEDI
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
MAI BAHV SUCHI UN BHAVO KI
Palkein bhi ankhiyon se karti hain shikayat, Aayi hai kaisi kayamat, Kyu mujh par bin mausam barsaat karti ** Jaanti hu dard bhara hai seene mein par mujhko kyu bhigati ** Sikhati hai bahut hua paani barsaana, Dusro ki khushiyon mein apni manzil hai pana, Dusro ka marham bankar Hriday mein deep jalakar Khushiyon ke geet gaana hai, Apni jhopdi jali ** bhale kisi aur ki nahi ujadne dena hai, Kasam hai khayi, Haaregi jaroor burayi, Aag lagi hai dil mein Khade hue hain fir se Log kehte hai paisa hai khushiyon ki chabi Galat, bilkul galat wo sirf hai jaroori Paisa khushiyan nahi khareed sakta Dusro ko khushi dekar is masoom dil ko sukoon milta, Pochh do kisi ki bheegi palkein Milengi anekon duaein Antaraatma bhi hogi paavan Khush honge bhagwan Dua hai dil se hamari Bhale le lo hamari khushiyan saari Par is dil se kisi ka dil na tute Warna ruth jayenge khud se, Hamare ruthe chehre bhi khile gulaab ban jate hai, Jab kisi ke chehre par hamari wajah se muskan aate hai, Ab Naa koi dard, Naa kisi gum ka saya hoga, Hume khush dekh dard bhi akele me muskuraya hoga, Dusaro ki muskan lana hi hamari khwaish hai, Na kisi se koi bair, Na kisi se koi numaish hai, Jo log kisi rote hue ko insaan ko hasate hai, Wo log khuda ko bhi bahut hi bhate hai, Khuda unlogo pr kripayen aapar kar dete hain, Unki jholi sirf khushiyo se bhar dete hain, Ek sadharan insaan bhagwan budha, Mahaveer tabhi kahlata hai, Jab kisi ke berang sapno me sunhare rang bhar jata hai, Hamari apni khushi bhale hi humse ruthi hai, Ab tou dusro ki khushi hi hamari khushi hai, Hamari khushi hai..... Collaboration by Shrivastva MK and Sonia Paruthi
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Dusro ki khushi hamari khushi
Palkein bhi ankhiyon se karti hain shikayat, Aayi hai kaisi kayamat, Kyu mujh par bin mausam barsaat karti ** Jaanti hu dard bhara hai seene mein par mujhko kyu bhigati ** Sikhati hai bahut hua paani barsaana, Dusro ki khushiyon mein apni manzil hai pana, Dusro ka marham bankar Hriday mein deep jalakar Khushiyon ke geet gaana hai, Apni jhopdi jali ** bhale kisi aur ki nahi ujadne dena hai, Kasam hai khayi, Haaregi jaroor burayi, Aag lagi hai dil mein Khade hue hain fir se Log kehte hai paisa hai khushiyon ki chabi Galat, bilkul galat wo sirf hai jaroori Paisa khushiyan nahi khareed sakta Dusro ko khushi dekar is masoom dil ko sukoon milta, Pochh do kisi ki bheegi palkein Milengi anekon duaein Antaraatma bhi hogi paavan Khush honge bhagwan Dua hai dil se hamari Bhale le lo hamari khushiyan saari Par is dil se kisi ka dil na tute Warna ruth jayenge khud se, Hamare ruthe chehre bhi khile gulaab ban jate hai, Jab kisi ke chehre par hamari wajah se muskan aate hai, Ab Naa koi dard, Naa kisi gum ka saya hoga, Hume khush dekh dard bhi akele me muskuraya hoga, Dusaro ki muskan lana hi hamari khwaish hai, Na kisi se koi bair, Na kisi se koi numaish hai, Jo log kisi rote hue ko insaan ko hasate hai, Wo log khuda ko bhi bahut hi bhate hai, Khuda unlogo pr kripayen aapar kar dete hain, Unki jholi sirf khushiyo se bhar dete hain, Ek sadharan insaan bhagwan budha, Mahaveer tabhi kahlata hai, Jab kisi ke berang sapno me sunhare rang bhar jata hai, Hamari apni khushi bhale hi humse ruthi hai, Ab tou dusro ki khushi hi hamari khushi hai, Hamari khushi hai..... Collaboration by Shrivastva MK and Sonia Paruthi
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Aapka saath humein har janam mein mile, Dua hai hamari aapke jivan mein phul khile. Sabse khushnaseeb hai hum mere humsafar, Jo aapka saath hai hamare saath har dagar. Meri rooh ka rishta hai gehra us rooh se, Chehra basa hai sirf aapka dil ki tasveer mein. Sagar ki gehrayi bhi kam hai is mohabbat ke saamne, Beinteha mohabbat hai tumse kehti hai dadhkane. Ruke na zindagi me hamare pyaar ki hawa, Hum tumhare hain tum hamare oo humnawa. Sukoon milta hai sun khud ka naam aapke saath, Jaise koi subah judi ** shaam ke saath. Meri haathon ki lakeere, mehandi sirf aap ** Har pal aapka hi rehta hai khayal humko. Qubool ** gayi har dua tumhari, Jab se mili hain saanse hamari. Dil ki gehrayi se chand ki roshni se, Kehna chahte hain hum kuch aapse. Phulo ke kagaz par likhte hain kuch labz, Beinteha mohabbat hai har lamha har nabz. Jaati nahi aankhon se surat aapki, Aapki zindagi mein rang bharne ki kasam khayi. Mil gaye humein hamare bholenaath, Jab se mila is khaas dost ka saath . Aapko dekhte hi ** jaata hai dil bekaraar, Aapko mile khushiyan beshumaar. Jab saath hai aapka dil mein dadhkan ki jagah, Fir zindagi ko saanso ki jaroorat kahan. Rabb se yhi ibadat mein karte hain fariyaad, Ye jodi yu hi banaye rakhna kr tumhe yaad. Kabhi ruth na jaana humse piya, Saath rehne ka vaada hai kiya . Jabse mehsoos kiya is dil ne aapko, Milne gayi zameen par jannat humko. Pyaar saccha ** tou waqt bhi Ruk hai jaata, Is pavitra rishtey ke liye aasman bhi jukh jaata. Aapse shuru hote hain hum aapke saath hi khatam, Saath rahenge aapke har janam mere sanam.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Humsafar ka saath
Aapka saath humein har janam mein mile, Dua hai hamari aapke jivan mein phul khile. Sabse khushnaseeb hai hum mere humsafar, Jo aapka saath hai hamare saath har dagar. Meri rooh ka rishta hai gehra us rooh se, Chehra basa hai sirf aapka dil ki tasveer mein. Sagar ki gehrayi bhi kam hai is mohabbat ke saamne, Beinteha mohabbat hai tumse kehti hai dadhkane. Ruke na zindagi me hamare pyaar ki hawa, Hum tumhare hain tum hamare oo humnawa. Sukoon milta hai sun khud ka naam aapke saath, Jaise koi subah judi ** shaam ke saath. Meri haathon ki lakeere, mehandi sirf aap ** Har pal aapka hi rehta hai khayal humko. Qubool ** gayi har dua tumhari, Jab se mili hain saanse hamari. Dil ki gehrayi se chand ki roshni se, Kehna chahte hain hum kuch aapse. Phulo ke kagaz par likhte hain kuch labz, Beinteha mohabbat hai har lamha har nabz. Jaati nahi aankhon se surat aapki, Aapki zindagi mein rang bharne ki kasam khayi. Mil gaye humein hamare bholenaath, Jab se mila is khaas dost ka saath . Aapko dekhte hi ** jaata hai dil bekaraar, Aapko mile khushiyan beshumaar. Jab saath hai aapka dil mein dadhkan ki jagah, Fir zindagi ko saanso ki jaroorat kahan. Rabb se yhi ibadat mein karte hain fariyaad, Ye jodi yu hi banaye rakhna kr tumhe yaad. Kabhi ruth na jaana humse piya, Saath rehne ka vaada hai kiya . Jabse mehsoos kiya is dil ne aapko, Milne gayi zameen par jannat humko. Pyaar saccha ** tou waqt bhi Ruk hai jaata, Is pavitra rishtey ke liye aasman bhi jukh jaata. Aapse shuru hote hain hum aapke saath hi khatam, Saath rahenge aapke har janam mere sanam.
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The pathway to the hidden falls, greenest trees and ivy walls, Humid day and rain a threat, Forest living, thick and wet. Pebbles on this path to be, Never ending, fast to me. Flip flops make an obstacle, For me to keep the pace we go. The peach in hand is almost eaten, When roaring waters reveal this Eden, The water falls so quick approaching seems to stick my memory's poaching. We climb the uphill train of rocks, more like boulders, need for socks, Majesty miracle's tickle my senses, Like watching babe ruth swing for the fences. Something here is overpowering behind the force field something is flowering, Wet smooth rocks lay geometric, something alive and something electric. Native American premonitions, Thoughts of the beginning of all of this swishin', Waterfall dreams sparkle like diamonds, Foam and water, slippery minded. Brain chemical explosion. Somethings been bound. Something is gone something I found Burned in my imagination is this place that I visited on my vacation.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Waterfall Dreamland Memories of Yesterday
Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki jo bike sada hi bin tole Tanhai hu har us khat ki jo padha gya h bin khole.. Har aanshu ko har patthar tak pahuchane ki laachar huk Mai sahaj arth un sabdo ka jo sune gye h bin bole.. Jo kabhi nahi barsha khul kar har uss badal ka paani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki Ram kahani hu.. Ki jinke sapno ke Taj -Mahal ban ne se pahle tut gaye Jin haatho me do haath kabhi aane se pahle chut gaye Dharti par jinke khone aur paane ki ajab kahani h Kishmat ki devi maan gye par pranay devta ruth gaye.. Mai maili chadar wale uss Kabira ki amrit vaani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki raam kahani hu.. Kuch kahte hai mai sikha hu apne jakhmo ko khud see kar Kuch jaan gaye mai hashta hu bhitar bhitar aanshu peekar.. Kuch kahte hai mai virodh se uppji ek khuddar vijay Kuch kahte hai mai marta hu khud me jeekar khud me markar.. Leekin mai har chaturai ki sochi samjhi  naadani hu Lav-Kush ki teer bina gaye Sita ki Ram kahani hu
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
..Mai bhav suchi un bhavo ki..
Every now and then I go deep inside my mind Just to have a little rest And see what I can find I don't go in there often It dark and I must say That sometimes I'm afraid That I may lose my way There's a little corner café Where Groucho sits alone Stan Laurel sits there writing gags And Greta Garbo sits and moans Sinatra sings for all of them John Lennon talks to God Brian Jones gives swimming lessons There's Liz Taylor and Mike Todd Over in the distance At a table in the corner Hemmingway sells movie scripts To mogul man Jack Warner Elvis does a hip shake Ruth and Gherig playing catch Bud and Lou do Who's on First Humphrey Bogart lights a  match Charles Dickens playing darts A red balloon comes floating by Andy Warhol sits with Nico Where German pop songs go to die Marilyn and James Dean Sit quietly talking on the stairs John Kennedy and his brother Bob Just pretend that they are both not there Chico plays piano and Harpo with his harp Bad jokes float around the room being told by silent stars Phil Everly and Phil Ramone They're new here so they're woozy Sit talking of the songs they'll miss Rick Nelson sings of Susie You see it is a mad mad place in my head when I may wander I don't go in too deep And I've met Henry Fonda There's images, and icons Family, and friends on a little street inside my head That's a circle with no ends
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Deep Inside My Mind
No hands no legs for help another lie it begs. Alone it can go only few yards, together their strength like house of cards. A delicate wind of truth and they lay in state of pity and ruth.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
LIE
Bikhar se gye ye Pal mere khushi ke Unke chale Jane ke baad, Nikal gye en aankho se aansoo Unki yaad aane ke baad, Aaj nazane kyon khamosh Hai ye dil mera Unka sath chhut Jane ke baad, Pal Pal kuchh tutne ki aawaj sunai de rhi mujhe Sab kuchh tut Jane ke baad, Hansu to Kaise Hansu jab meri Hansi hi chali gyi mujhse Ruth Jane ke baad, Ye ek ek Pal ek saal ki Tarah Kat rahi Hai Jabse chhut gya unka sath, Ai Hwa zara unse kah Dena ki mere kabra par ek phul chadha Dena Mere saans tutne ke baad, Mere sans tutne ke baad....
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
BIKHAR SE GYE YE PAL MERE KHUSHI KE...
~wherever, whenever and forever for Sally B.~ "Don’t urge me to leave you. "If I could, then I would To turn back from you. I'll go wherever you will go Wherever you go, Way up high or down low I will go, I'll go wherever you will go And where you stay, Run away with my heart I will stay. Run away with my hope Your people will be Run away with my love My people I know now, just quite how And your God My life and love my God. Might still go on Where you die, I will die, In your heart, in your mind There I will be buried." I'll stay with you for all of time" (Book of Ruth 1:16) (Charlene Soria Lyrics) Let it be writ, Let it be sung, All should know, This I swear, Where you are, So, I shall be too. Your hope, my hope. Your heart, my heart. Life and love, But one. Where you run, I'll shall follow. Now, today, Forever, If our bodies apart, If our hands cannot Grasp each other, Yet, still, In your heart, In your soul, I will be, I cannot leave. Where you are, So, I shall be as well, within from the without
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Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
Wherever (Synthesis)
To know just where your're going You must know where you've been You must respect the history The things others have seen It's true in all things relative Be it music, sports or life If you don't know where you came from You're just dancing on a knife Gherig, Ruth and Robinson May, and Mantle, Seaver too Respect their contributions And don't just say Ruth who? Respect where things have come from And the players of the past Because you learn and make things better It's what makes the **** game last Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline Nestor Chylak and The Goose They made baseball special They gave the game a little juice Orr, Richard and Gretzky Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz You have to know about them You need the beginning to your ends Bob Baun and Bill Barilko Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief You have to know their history They're what it is to be a Leaf The game has changed immensely Things can not go back in time But to me...the old alumni Made the game I know as mine Respect the ones before you The ones who laid the groundwork down The ones who made it special The non-pretenders to the crown Elvis, Buddy, Harrison Played the songs inside their heart Lennon, Wilson and the rest They all played a real big part Every single generation should learn from the one before For if they don't know where they've come from Then what has it all been for? Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones Sarazen and Hogan too They pushed the gameright to it's limits Now the pressure's upon you The new breed are the teachers now They're the ones to lead the way When twenty or so years from now You'll hear somebody say "Respect who came before you The ones who made us so **** proud LIke  Nash and , Perry and  Taylor Hall They played the game so loud Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander they brought it up a notch They were there to stretch the limits Not to just sit by and watch Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan Bubba, Dustin and the rest They are the players of the future They all respected the games best So, to know where you are going You must know where you have been Respect, past through the future And all that's happened in between.
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Respect The Game
To know just where your're going You must know where you've been You must respect the history The things others have seen It's true in all things relative Be it music, sports or life If you don't know where you came from You're just dancing on a knife Gherig, Ruth and Robinson May, and Mantle, Seaver too Respect their contributions And don't just say Ruth who? Respect where things have come from And the players of the past Because you learn and make things better It's what makes the **** game last Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline Nestor Chylak and The Goose They made baseball special They gave the game a little juice Orr, Richard and Gretzky Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz You have to know about them You need the beginning to your ends Bob Baun and Bill Barilko Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief You have to know their history They're what it is to be a Leaf The game has changed immensely Things can not go back in time But to me...the old alumni Made the game I know as mine Respect the ones before you The ones who laid the groundwork down The ones who made it special The non-pretenders to the crown Elvis, Buddy, Harrison Played the songs inside their heart Lennon, Wilson and the rest They all played a real big part Every single generation should learn from the one before For if they don't know where they've come from Then what has it all been for? Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones Sarazen and Hogan too They pushed the gameright to it's limits Now the pressure's upon you The new breed are the teachers now They're the ones to lead the way When twenty or so years from now You'll hear somebody say "Respect who came before you The ones who made us so **** proud LIke  Nash and , Perry and  Taylor Hall They played the game so loud Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander they brought it up a notch They were there to stretch the limits Not to just sit by and watch Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan Bubba, Dustin and the rest They are the players of the future They all respected the games best So, to know where you are going You must know where you have been Respect, past through the future And all that's happened in between.
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The sweetest blossoms die. And so it was that, going day by day Unto the church to praise and pray, And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully, I saw how on the graves the flowers Shed their fresh leaves in showers, And how their perfume rose up to the sky Before it passed away. The youngest blossoms die. They die and fall and nourish the rich earth From which they lately had their birth; Sweet life, but sweeter death that passeth by And is as though it had not been:-- All colors turn to green; The bright hues vanish and the odors fly, The grass hath lasting worth. And youth and beauty die. So be it, O my God, Thou God of truth: Better than beauty and than youth Are Saints and Angels, a glad company; And Thou, O Lord, our Rest and Ease, Art better far than these. Why should we shrink from our full harvest? why Prefer to glean with Ruth?
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Sweet Death
ARTERY CONFESSION. _Her love to me is like moon light, on a starry night._ As rising sun at dhawn. Like vine planted on his heart's yard. _which he ought to water to flowery_ _And fruitage._ his love for her is as deep as the dept of an ocean, _with the fishes abiding therein,_ _as stars, moon,_ and the sun adhered to the sky, it never departed away from her side. _his love to her can simply easily be compared to_ _GOD's towards mankind._ So he confessed and rendered his heart to her. _Like a teeming downpour upon earthen soften, it surface._ so her love compassed his heart comforting, _like pabulum to mind._ As light rays to eye sight. His love for her is reality only can be told in tale of their love story, _gory to glory._ _He so_ Much love her and really ready, _in for her, fell in the water._ Lost and found with her for ever. _He wish he could wash her feet wilt the waters of his soul, cleansing her heart._ because he see her heart compatible to his. _Remembered old days of midnight calls, they never used to give sleep to their eyes._ While talk through night, dusk till dawn, _Remembered promises and all the pain they both had gone through heaven and hell._ *Never forgot the only first day he felt the fullness of her ******* _how sooth her heart. Tongue on tongue, mouthy pleasure._ His hands on her curves. Briskly remembered she _told him that after her_ momma he be next to her. _She call him dad he call her Mami._ Before she demised his mama used to asked about his lady. His homies do too. _His young blood can't either forget her memories,_ last night he was asked about her, oh sweetness _is all about thee._ _Can't forget_ her, _he always craves_ her. All he ever wanted and desires are all found in her, his boo. _He truly loves her because he knew she'd make a good mother,_ Hope she'd understand if he change sometimes just only because he never own everythang as his. _So remember he always told her_ that he will always be there for her as time, _even in the world after here._ _Her love is so good to him_ She has the key to his heart. _reminisce she told him she'd_ _rather die for him than sleeping at someone else side._ She's his inspiration like a transportation, his motivation only she can help build his cloud nation. _His aspiration_ all is found in her, _all in ONE no one else but she._ She source the past time joy and still the reason _for today's and the hope_ of tomorrow's glee. Sacrifice his love for her because he believes in future with her, she's his destiny his fate mate his ruth, his batsheba, _His mary, his eve and soulmate._ #c9_fm
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Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
ARTERY CONFESSION
ARTERY CONFESSION. _Her love to me is like moon light, on a starry night._ As rising sun at dhawn. Like vine planted on his heart's yard. _which he ought to water to flowery_ _And fruitage._ his love for her is as deep as the dept of an ocean, _with the fishes abiding therein,_ _as stars, moon,_ and the sun adhered to the sky, it never departed away from her side. _his love to her can simply easily be compared to_ _GOD's towards mankind._ So he confessed and rendered his heart to her. _Like a teeming downpour upon earthen soften, it surface._ so her love compassed his heart comforting, _like pabulum to mind._ As light rays to eye sight. His love for her is reality only can be told in tale of their love story, _gory to glory._ _He so_ Much love her and really ready, _in for her, fell in the water._ Lost and found with her for ever. _He wish he could wash her feet wilt the waters of his soul, cleansing her heart._ because he see her heart compatible to his. _Remembered old days of midnight calls, they never used to give sleep to their eyes._ While talk through night, dusk till dawn, _Remembered promises and all the pain they both had gone through heaven and hell._ *Never forgot the only first day he felt the fullness of her ******* _how sooth her heart. Tongue on tongue, mouthy pleasure._ His hands on her curves. Briskly remembered she _told him that after her_ momma he be next to her. _She call him dad he call her Mami._ Before she demised his mama used to asked about his lady. His homies do too. _His young blood can't either forget her memories,_ last night he was asked about her, oh sweetness _is all about thee._ _Can't forget_ her, _he always craves_ her. All he ever wanted and desires are all found in her, his boo. _He truly loves her because he knew she'd make a good mother,_ Hope she'd understand if he change sometimes just only because he never own everythang as his. _So remember he always told her_ that he will always be there for her as time, _even in the world after here._ _Her love is so good to him_ She has the key to his heart. _reminisce she told him she'd_ _rather die for him than sleeping at someone else side._ She's his inspiration like a transportation, his motivation only she can help build his cloud nation. _His aspiration_ all is found in her, _all in ONE no one else but she._ She source the past time joy and still the reason _for today's and the hope_ of tomorrow's glee. Sacrifice his love for her because he believes in future with her, she's his destiny his fate mate his ruth, his batsheba, _His mary, his eve and soulmate._ #c9_fm
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(and I cannot live from with-out) <> a poem in appreciation to Rossella Di Paolo <> I, too:           - am an embryonic work in progress, well into my seventh decade, with no ending in sight                                 I too,     live in the house of poetry, the address likely differs, but suspect the innards of the houses differs little, the decor,  quite similar          - my house shrewdly requests a rethinking,                                     noting, it lives my artifice, with in & with out Then, we are a We:                                              - my cavities house her, She, Poetry is of Ruth (1) born,           - Poetry, She, reminds me, ”whither thou goest, I will go” This duality:           - where the haunting of words providential,              emanate, both inhabiting & inhibits my breathing               She, a fearsome creature, a fearful-something, for it tears me and shreds tears its demands be wrung from with in to with out She, Poetry:           - leaves me gaping, hollow, fills me with             depressurizing boreholes exposed to the elements  of             externalities of an admixed atmospheres, that nature demands             be refilled, fresh in, stale out, for which the artifice trick is knowing which is which when Poetry’s  birthing:           - chest pounds, heart-rate beats heavy metal,             abdomen contracts, there then, no languid in my language,             no help untangling the alpha-bet jumbling,             product of the screams of pushing, squeezing it forth* *you’re hoping to quick-catch newly formed combinations, for if you fail, a poem noisily crashes to and through the floorboard cracks, where poetry’s chaotic glinting etes maliciously glimmer~winks at me with a sarcastic thank you* *“ah, too bad, another creation stillborn, gone to rest, biting the nether dust, without hope of resuscitation…”* just another unfinished work in progress periodically a survivor clean caught, transcribed, edited to be finished, amniotic fluids cleared, poem resurrected blessed with eternal life, readied to be shared and delivered, affirmed and you say to no one and to everyone: this poem will be our poem, wither it goes, ascending, descending, all live in the house of poets, one house, many apartments, each poem a god, and my God will be our God, your God, my God, in the House of Poetry
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Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 5:55 PM UTC
I, too: Live with-in the House of Poetry
(and I cannot live from with-out) <> a poem in appreciation to Rossella Di Paolo <> I, too:           - am an embryonic work in progress, well into my seventh decade, with no ending in sight                                 I too,     live in the house of poetry, the address likely differs, but suspect the innards of the houses differs little, the decor,  quite similar          - my house shrewdly requests a rethinking,                                     noting, it lives my artifice, with in & with out Then, we are a We:                                              - my cavities house her, She, Poetry is of Ruth (1) born,           - Poetry, She, reminds me, ”whither thou goest, I will go” This duality:           - where the haunting of words providential,              emanate, both inhabiting & inhibits my breathing               She, a fearsome creature, a fearful-something, for it tears me and shreds tears its demands be wrung from with in to with out She, Poetry:           - leaves me gaping, hollow, fills me with             depressurizing boreholes exposed to the elements  of             externalities of an admixed atmospheres, that nature demands             be refilled, fresh in, stale out, for which the artifice trick is knowing which is which when Poetry’s  birthing:           - chest pounds, heart-rate beats heavy metal,             abdomen contracts, there then, no languid in my language,             no help untangling the alpha-bet jumbling,             product of the screams of pushing, squeezing it forth* *you’re hoping to quick-catch newly formed combinations, for if you fail, a poem noisily crashes to and through the floorboard cracks, where poetry’s chaotic glinting etes maliciously glimmer~winks at me with a sarcastic thank you* *“ah, too bad, another creation stillborn, gone to rest, biting the nether dust, without hope of resuscitation…”* just another unfinished work in progress periodically a survivor clean caught, transcribed, edited to be finished, amniotic fluids cleared, poem resurrected blessed with eternal life, readied to be shared and delivered, affirmed and you say to no one and to everyone: this poem will be our poem, wither it goes, ascending, descending, all live in the house of poets, one house, many apartments, each poem a god, and my God will be our God, your God, my God, in the House of Poetry
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Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call Of Homer’s or of Dante’s heart sublime,— Not Michael’s hand furrowing the zones of time,— Is more with compassed mysteries musical; Nay, not in Spring’s or Summer’s sweet footfall More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeathes Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes Even from its shadowed contour on the wall. As many men are poets in their youth, But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong Even through all change the indomitable song; So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth Rends shallower grace with ruin void of ruth, Upon this beauty’s power shall wreak no wrong.
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Genius In Beauty
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and now he slept among the bushels of threshed wheat. The old man owned wheatfields and barley, and though he was rich, he was still fair-minded. No filth soured the sweetness of his well. No hot iron of torture whitened in his forge. His beard was silver as a brook in April. He bound sheaves without the strain of hate or envy. He saw gleaners pass, and said, Let handfuls of the fat ears fall to them. The man's mind, clear of untoward feeling, clothed itself in candor. He wore clean robes. His heaped granaries spilled over always toward the poor, no less than public fountains. Boaz did well by his workers and by kinsmen. He was generous, and moderate. Women held him worthier than younger men, for youth is handsome, but to him in his old age came greatness. An old man, nearing his first source, may find the timelessness beyond times of trouble. And though fire burned in young men's eyes, to Ruth the eyes of Boaz shone clear light.
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Boaz Asleep
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, the big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me. I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it ***** out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? ---- Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That **** that **** that ****
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Elm
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, the big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic. I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek. The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me. I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it ***** out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches? ---- Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That **** that **** that ****
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Dil ke ehsaas hote hain bhut khaas, Shayad tabhi umadte hai bhut sawaal iske paas. Tuta dil or tuta darpan hai ek samaan, Jodne ki koshish karenge tou hoga kudh ko hi dard jiska nahi hai koi bakhaan. Dil, Dil se milte hai tou pyar hota hai, Dil, Dil ke liye hi beqarar hota hai, Ye lafzon ki bhasha nahi samjhta saab, Ye tou us nayno ke andaaz ko hi smjh leta hai Yaaron dil kabhi kisi ka dukhana nahi, Beshak tutne ki awaaz aati nahi. Par khuda kasam dard bhut hai hota, Jab ye nanha dil hai rota. Jab kabhi hum khud se hi ruth jatey hai, Dil rota hai aur aankhon se ashq tapak jaatey hai, Ye bahut nadaan hota hai, Bin soche hi pyar kr leta hai Bin ankhiyon ke dekh leta hai bahut kuch, Bin kaano ke sun leta hai har raag sach much. Haal apne dil ka suna nahi sakte Ujad gayi hai duniya jo thi khubsurat isme baste Sab kuchh es chhote dil me chhipa ke bhi chup rahta hai, Puri duniya ka dard bhi dedo tou aah tak nahi bharta hai, Kabhi khush hokar muskura deta hai, Tou kabhi taklifon ko dekhkar tut bhi jata hai. Collaboration by Manish Shrivastva and Sonia Paruthi
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
DIL...(COLLAB WITH SONIA PARUTHI)