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  • #31
    the quality of mercy is not strained it dropeth as the gentle rain from heaven it blesseth him that gives and him that takes-----shakespeare

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    • #32
      there is a modern version of that poem by a lady who has written so many novels on people suffering from cancer. i used to read them often in highschool.

      I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

      non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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      • #33
        ^^ is it good?

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        • #34
          Carol anne duffy has some good poems----the worlds wifes collection,
          my personal favourite is the shooting stars one, its about the holocaust.

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          • #35
            @timbuktu no he isnt.

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            • #36
              well compared to rumi and the likes he is not much, but for an englishman i think his good.

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              • #37
                you can't compare rumi to shakespeare. rumi was a sufi who could only write about love and perhaps a little about life too but shakespeare was a writer who did things to literature...unimaginable things..

                I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                • #38
                  ^^ DZJ said it.

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                  • #39
                    I am caught in Love's web so deceitful
                    None of my endeavors turn fruitful.
                    I knew not when I rode the high-blooded stead
                    The harder I pulled its reins the less it would heed.
                    Love is an ocean with such a vast space
                    No wise man can swim it in any place.
                    A true lover should be faithful till the end
                    And face life's reprobated trend.
                    When you see things hideous, fancy them neat,
                    Eat poison, but taste sugar sweet

                    Rabeha Balkhi

                    I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                    non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                    • #40


                      Cloths Of Heaven

                      Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
                      Enwrought with golden and silver light,
                      The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
                      Of night and light and the half light,
                      I would spread the cloths under your feet:
                      But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
                      I have spread my dreams under your feet;
                      Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


                      I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                      non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                      • #41
                        Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
                        Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
                        I have forgotten your face, I no longer
                        Remember your hands; how did your lips
                        Feel on mine?

                        Because of you, I love the white statues

                        Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
                        Have neither voice nor sight.

                        I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;

                        I have forgotten your eyes.

                        Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to

                        My vague memory of you. I live with pain
                        That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
                        Make to me an irreperable harm.

                        Your caresses enfold me, like climbing

                        Vines on melancholy walls.

                        I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to

                        Glimpse you in every window.

                        Because of you, the heady perfumes of

                        Summer pain me; because of you, I again
                        Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
                        Shooting stars, falling objects

                        I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                        non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                        • #42
                          I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings



                          The free bird leaps
                          on the back of the wind
                          and floats downstream
                          till the current ends
                          and dips his wings
                          in the orange sun rays
                          and dares to claim the sky.

                          But a bird that stalks

                          down his narrow cage
                          can seldom see through
                          his bars of rage
                          his wings are clipped and
                          his feet are tied
                          so he opens his throat to sing.

                          The caged bird sings

                          with fearful trill
                          of the things unknown
                          but longed for still
                          and his tune is heard
                          on the distant hill for the caged bird
                          sings of freedom

                          The free bird thinks of another breeze

                          and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
                          and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
                          and he names the sky his own.

                          But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

                          his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
                          his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
                          so he opens his throat to sing

                          The caged bird sings

                          with a fearful trill
                          of things unknown
                          but longed for still
                          and his tune is heard
                          on the distant hill
                          for the caged bird
                          sings of freedom.

                          I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                          non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                          • #43
                            pukes and leaves the thread**

                            I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                            non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                            • #44
                              My Burning Heart

                              Rumi



                              My heart is burning with love
                              All can see this flame
                              My heart is pulsing with passion
                              like waves on an ocean

                              my friends have become strangers
                              and I’m surrounded by enemies
                              But I’m free as the wind
                              no longer hurt by those who reproach me


                              I’m at home wherever I am
                              And in the room of lovers
                              I can see with closed eyes
                              the beauty that dances


                              Behind the veils
                              intoxicated with love
                              I too dance the rhythm
                              of this moving world


                              I have lost my senses
                              in my world of lovers

                              I am no bird, and no nest ensnares me.

                              non commercial would cost less if he was in charge himself which he plans on doing. right now it's n herat but soon it will be in qanadahar.

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                              • #45
                                i will put some rap here lol
                                that's look a poems for me


                                And love is evil
                                Spell it backwards I'll show ya
                                Nobody knows me I'm cold
                                Walk down this road all alone
                                Its noones fault but my own
                                Its the path ive chosen to go
                                Frozen as snow I show no emotion whatsoever so
                                Ive tried in this department but I aint had no luck with this
                                Its sucks but its exactly what I thought it would be
                                Like tryin to start over
                                I got a hole in my heart, I'm some kind of emotional rollercoaster
                                Somethin I wont go on til you toy with my emotion so its over
                                Its like an explosion everytime I hold ya wasnt jokin when I told ya
                                Ya take my breathe away
                                Your a supernova.. and I'm a

                                Im'ma space bound rocket ship and your heart's in the moon
                                And I'm aiming right at you
                                Right at you
                                250 thousand miles on a clear night in June
                                And I aim it right at you
                                Right at you
                                Right at you
                                Last edited by Guest; 08-20-2010, 03:25 PM.

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