Quotes about lark, page 21
Then
i wish to be a river
river that runs wild and free
fee as the lark that sings
sings a melody
melody from my heart
heart that love truly
truly i wish i am the eagle
eagle flying above the sky
sky of blue and of wisdom
wisdom i sought for life
life must be shared to others
others share it too
too much vexation in life
life becomes a burden
burden can become lighter
lighter that what we want it to be
be in the loving care of God
God is the answer for all
for all are better with Him
Him who knowypu and me
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Gentle Man Grows Angry
Gentle Man
Grows Angry
Nasty tan
Wearing Hugo Boss
Sanctuary of lack luster
Cheap candy floss
Banker smells a buster
Chart says whos gives a toss
Rip the bank
Thank too take a minus
Chart says we have loss
I sit in the sink of the tank
of the select think
I wait for the big boss too blink
Like fast I drive
Cross my mind frive
market and bomb dives
Come dine champange bubbles
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poem by Sly LaRk
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If By Some Strange Chance You Were A Spider (Spenserian Sonnet)
If by some strange chance you were a spider
And I too by chance were a little bee
If destiny were not cruel as she were
Maybe you and I could finally be
Then everyone would be able to see
Our feelings that we have kept in the dark
I wonder if they would ever agree
That our loving words always hit their mark
Or could we sit on a bench in a park
Reminiscing about the times we've had
What if we run off and go on a lark
Would such a thing really be all that bad
Would it be an unforgivable sin
If destiny let you pick up my pen
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Grace notes echoinf for M lady Olfa
The eastern sky is growing bright.
Signalling the end of night.
Soon in due course the rising sun
confirms a new day has begun
The morning silence broken by
a lark that carols from on high.
Instinctively when she takes wing
.She knows her duty is to sing.
Because she has survived the night
Because a new day has begun
Because she free to fly on high.
Because she knows that her singing.
Is something she’s required to do.
Yet every day her song is new.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Impulse - 1140 - Initial Version
Beyond the heartache and the dark
lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
while distillation purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.
Beyond the throttle thread, then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, as shared emotions rise.
Beyond all stares segmented park
predispositions unkind, mark
of Christmas Past imprinted. Wise
is [s]he who comes to realize
what's sought beyond thought may be found,
what's caught is freed when fond waves sound.
(3 April 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Pulse Beyond Impulse - 1140 - Current Version
Beyond sore heartache, door more dark
[f]lush echoes of the [s]winging lark,
pulse empathetic purifies
hushed moonshine seen through sharing eyes.
Beyond head throttled thread then hark
to thrush's rush, let anguish stark
from dust to dust itself supplies
return, let shared emotions rise.
Beyond all stares segmented park
predispositions unkind, mark
of Christmas Past imprinted. Wise
is [s]he who comes to realize
what's sought beyond thought may be found,
what's caught is freed, fresh fo[u]nd waves sound.
(4 August 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Country Guy
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And high and low the influence know--
But where is County Guy?
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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County Guy
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And high and low the influence know--
But where is County Guy?
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Song -- County Guy
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
The lark his lay who thrill'd all day
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade,
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born Cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above
Now reigns o'er earth and sky;
And high and low the influence know-
But where is County Guy?
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Roll down, Long River (song)
Roll down, Long, Long River to the sea,
Call me, Long, Long River where I should be.
Sing me a lullaby
How to live and die.
Lark's song in the sky
Lets me survive…
Bring your mud mad waters to the East.
Are you tired, Long River, of the heartless lucky beasts?
Lonely tears and cries,
Cruel lies and crimes
You submerge as well,
You'll never tell…
Roll down, Long, Long River to the sea…
Call me, Long, Long River where I should be…
Roll down, Long, Long River…
Roll down, Long, Long River…
To the East…
poem by Galina Struchalina
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