Quotes about recite, page 5
Pledge Of Allegiance
if i stand
with my hand on my heart
and recite anything...
it will be me
naming the names:
of the homeless,
of the jobless,
of the hungry,
of those abused
by the justice system,
of those 'forgotten'
by our political system,
of the underpaid,
the under valued,
the stressed out,
of the common people
of this country.
therein lies my allegiance!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Man
he is a young man. Tall and smooth
and admired by Time and
favored by tolerance. He walks briskly along
the city street, and goes inside a place
where the flowers of his youth
are being admired.
young women recite him as a
love verse, his eyes become their visions
his muscled sensuality, his tight body
stir the imagination of those who
want to be beautiful too
till the end of this busy day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Muse And Sorrow
An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
when you,
that I wanted to touch
disappear into twilight of memory.
Always a sense of bereavement.
why do I care for you?
Time drops like an old coin
in the hands of a drifter.
Take away my sleep
I want to wake for the whole night
and recite the unwritten poems.
Again life had been very kind to me
I am free to face
muse and sorrow.
poem by Satish Verma
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My Manners
I have a manner too superior to yours,
It encases my soul with purity and laws;
Stupendous exertions are controlled of course,
As the leaning of the head is considered too coarse.
The justice of the look is of the very same,
We contract the muscles for the shame,
We see him in daylight and night,
Seeing him is too much delight.
We need a sentence to recite and read,
For my soul accuses others to lead.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Bodhran
I vibrate to your measure
and undulate my tones to your touch.
My skin bears decorations
echoing an ancient poet's culture.
Soft steps I govern
as my cadence bears witness
To the rigid rhythms
of kilted dancers.
I join my voice to melodies
shared in smoky pubs and parlors.
My high pitched comrades
squeezed and bowed
recite the tales
while I lay reasons below
in counterpoint and base notes.
poem by B.V. Dahlen
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Three Make a Crowd
If you nod
To my rose,
How easy it is for me
To plough the earth
And dot it all over
With a multitude...
If you consent
To live with me,
How happy
I shall be to build
A palace in mid-air
Above my thatched roof...
If only you wish
To listen to my sonnet,
How easy it is for me
To compose an epic
Of million couplets
And recite it for you
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poem by Arkay Drk
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Be Soul-Wise On This Special Day: 11/11/11
Build a church for God within your heart
Erase all stains of sins of past, present
Confess your sins and ask God to pardon
Atone for trespasses of every kind
Invoke God’s blessings and His grace
Welcome the Holy Spirit to reside
Renew your ties with God and Jesus Christ
Resolve to do good deeds and never sin
Decide to walk in heaven’s road always
Remind yourself to keep your soul pure
Recite the rosary to save sinners
poem by John Celes
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Darting Fear
Here again we are standing against
the wall of silence,
time has made us partners of sorrow.
Merchants of terror have spread their
wares
on the road. I was only a name.
Hundreds of miles fear was darting
no body knows who will become unfaithful.
Prayer demands subjugation.
Life sucks the laughter, we want to
go back to childhood,
shut the eyes and recite the hymns of
history,
when prophets were roaming in
neighbourhood.
poem by Satish Verma
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This Crazy English Language
English is crazy, we do explore
Singular and plural, probe for more
If goose for geese and tooth for teeth
Why isn't the plural of booth, beeth?
English speakers, verbally insane
Learning this language is really a pain
Index to indices, teachers taught
Why didn't those preachers praught?
Feet that smell, noses that run
Away with murder, such a pun
Play at recital, recite at play
Oral asylum, what else could it be?
poem by Noel A Medina
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Vaulting
Deep inside
there was a simian jealousy.
The opaque words will raise
a burnt-out storm –
returning the whole family
of white flowers to the moon.
The falling
inside the bowl
before the snake could strike
interrupting the dead soldiers
of unknown war-
weapon-free.
A stunning invasion
of the spoons in summer months,
when sweat was expensive than
truth and a sentence
was lost between the punctuations.
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poem by Satish Verma
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