Quotes about nam, page 7
Wolfkens
The Kingdom of condom is from condom to syndrome but,
How many people are really thinking about Aids? !
I thought it was history with the stories at the door,
But you have not changed at all!
Faith is the substance of things hoped for,
And the evidence of things not yet seen;
But i have got you beside me oh Wolfkens!
For you have to eat the best part of the meat and to know more.
'We nam pa'!
And let the sweet of love flow around us;
For love goes deeper than materilaism,
And we have to learn more from these syndromes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aaj Mann Behad Udas Hai
Aaj mann behad udas hai,
Kah do meeghoo se,
Ke itna shor na kare
Mehfil me dil
youn hi tanha hai.
Kah do boondo se
Ke itna na barse
Palke ye yo hi nam hai.
Aaj mann behad udas hai,
Dil thoda khali tha,
Thoda tha bhara bhara.
Mann tanha, aakela tha
Par kam se kam
Kadmo pe the baadal.
Na ye sham ka
Syah aandhera.
Mujhko na tha yo aapne
Uudte rahne se gila.
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poem by Anjali Kakati
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Accuse Me For Being Embittered
It has been convenient for these creeps to lie.
And award themselves positions of power.
Someone assigned to monitor,
The proper and correct use of the law.
Has stated how he has served in Viet Nam.
Without a bit of this experience.
And I spent time in the military...
During that era.
Losing my comrades, neighbors and friends.
And this pretentious man can make claims...
How he served with them.
Accuse me for being embittered.
Apologies I'll never make for it!
And he represents a region,
Where deceit, theft...
And the bigots and the racists reign.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87
DE QUINTIA ET LESBIA. EP. 87.
Quintia formosa est multis, mihi candida, longa,
Recta est; haec ego sic singula confiteor:
Tota illud formosa nego: nam multa venustas;
Nulla in tam magno est corpore mica salis.
Lesbia formosa est quae, cum pulcherrima tota est,
Tum omnibus una omneis surripuit veneres.
ENGLISHED.
Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these
Very particulars I grant with ease:
But she all ore 's not handsome; here's her fault:
In all that bulk there's not one corne of salt,
Whilst Lesbia, fair and handsome too all ore,
All graces and all wit from all hath bore.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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To Lady Eleanor Butler and the Honourable Miss Ponsonby,
A stream to mingle with your favorite Dee
Along the Vale of Meditation flows;
So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see
In Nature's face the expression of repose,
Or, haply there some pious Hermit chose
To live and die -- the peace of Heaven his aim,
To whome the wild sequestered region owes
At this late day, its sanctifying name.
Glyn Cafaillgaroch, in the Cambrian tongue,
In ourse the Vale of Friendship, let this spot
Be nam'd, where faithful to a low roof'd Cot
On Deva's banks, ye have abode so long,
Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb
Ev'n on this earth, above the reach of time.
poem by William Wordsworth
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밖에는 눈, 눈이 와라
Ah, the snow, it's snowing outside!
고요히 창 아래로는 달빛이 들어라
Quietly the moon beams enter through the window
으스름 타고 오신 그 여자는
the woman who arrives on a misty darkness
내 꿈의 품 속으로 들어와 안겨라
comes into my arms, in my dreams
나의 베개 눈물로 함빡이 젖었어
Ah, my pillow is all wet now
그만 그 여자는 가고 말았느냐
The woman's already gone now, isn't she?
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poem by Sangnam Nam
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On The Number Three
Beauty rests not in one fix'd Place,
But seems to reign in every Face;
'Tis nothing sure, but Fancy then,
In various Forms bewitching Men;
Or is it Shape and Colour fram'd,
Proportion just, and woman nam'd?
If Fancy only rul'd in Love,
Why shou'd it then so strongly move?
Or why shou'd all that Look, agree
To own its mighty Pow'r in three?
In Three it shews a different Face,
Each shining with peculiar Grace;
Kindred a Native Likeness gives,
Which pleases, as in All it lives;
And where the Features disagree,
We praise the dear Variety.
Then Beauty surely ne'er was yet,
So much unlike it self and so complete.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Scott Francis Michael
No father
no mother
just you under the sky
and me a stranger.
'Thank you! Thank you!
I will never forget you.'
Having received Christ in his heart,
he knew he's got a real good deal.
Wanted to share his sandwich with me...
'Would you want a bite? '
Was such a blessing to have met him
and been able to rescue him from the dungeon
he was in and was sinking in.
God saved the soul
for he was the most beloved soul on earth.
Where would he be by now?
Maybe reading some Bible verses
from the Book of Revealation?
Or maybe jotting down some thoughts on his notebook
he carried as if it was his wallet?
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poem by Sangnam Nam
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Sonnet XXXVI: Thou Purblind Boy
Cupid Conjured
Thou purblind boy, since thou hast been so slack
To wound her heart, whose eyes have wounded me,
And suffer'd her to glory in my wrack,
Thus to my aid I lastly conjure thee:
By hellish Styx, by which the Thund'rer swears,
By thy fair mother's unavoided power,
By Hecate's names, by Proserpine's sad tears
When she was rapt to the infernal bower,
By thine own loved Psyche, by the fires
Spent on thine alters flaming up to heav'n,
By all true lovers' sighs, vows, and desires,
By all the wounds that ever thou hast giv'n:
I conjure thee by all that I have nam'd
To make her love, or, Cupid, be thou damn'd.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt
In nature apt to like when I did see
Beauties, which were of many carats fine,
My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,
And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee:
But finding not those restless flames in me,
Which others said did make their souls to pine,
I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine,
By my love judging what love's pain might be.
But while I thus with this young lion played,
Mine eyes (shall I say curst or blest?) beheld
Stella; now she is nam'd, need more be said?
In her sight I a lesson new have spell'd,
I now hav learn'd Love right, and learn'd even so,
As who by being poisoned doth poison know.
poem by Philip Sidney
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