Quotes about robust, page 7
The Timeless Twig
Time stands still on the twig.
The sky keeps changing colors,
Blue, dark, ivory, violet -
She grows old, I turn feeble
Ego, enmity, jealousy fade
Our stories dry up to the end!
The twig remains there,
Braving rain, bad weather,
It doesn't break, doesn't complain,
Endures mutely the passing of pain,
Standing robust under the changing sky,
Reshaped landscape, agony's cry,
With no wars to fight, no belief to defend,
It is there to see us reach the dead end!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Lust is inborn
As a lad I set my eyes upon girls
With radiant faces. For a kiss?
As a youth I cast my eyes on damsels,
Who had robust busts. For a grab?
In my manhood, I was excited
By women with sturdy waist. For a bind?
Growing old, still I was drawn to their
Smartness and maturity. For a rest?
Even in my senescence, women matter
By vision, voice and words. For a diffusion?
Birth to death, ever lust persists with the man
To feed on women on many phases.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Empower Insomnia Dreams
first lived my empowering
dreams as awakening
life lived on imaginative
inside while I toiled tending
inanimate repetitive
old printing machines...
imagination attains soaring
power to apprehend
sweep away occasionally
tyranny of inappropriate
employment as apprenticed
blue collared wage slave...
now empower insomnia dreams
with robust theorem of a creative
meditative lifestyle no constraints
of time or constrictive
space can out measure
power applied released minds...
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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First Lived Empowering Dreams
I first lived my empowering
dreams, as awakening life lived on
imaginative inside, while I toiled tending
inanimate, repetitive, printing machines.
My imagination attains soaring power
to apprehend sweep away occasionally.
The tyranny of inappropriate employment
as apprenticed blue collared wage slave.
Now I empower my insomnia dreams with
robust theorem, a creative meditative lifestyle.
No constraints of time or constrictive space
can out measure, power applied released minds.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Before Puking
she pointed to the
red haired man with the
pony tail
and refferred to him
as her husband
yet danced with me,
clumsily,
awkwardly
she was horrible
at following.
Later
Pony Tail man,
robust with blue eyes,
laughed
and told me he wasn’t
her husband
but she’d been
introducing him
as that
or fiance
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poem by Jon Edward Walker
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Surfer
When the waves get some height,
the foaming, breaking sea calls him,
to ride them,
to go into the washing water.
Even when a cyclone pushes out bigger waves,
he sees the beauty of tunnel and crest,
he becomes part of the ocean
and his robust tanned body swims
deeper into the sea,
while he searches for the place of birth,
the place where the waves begin
before he stretches himself out on the board like a god
are captured in the foaming tumbling beauty,
and cuts right though a pipe before it breaks with brutal force.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Perpetual Thoughts
Perpetual public crowds swarm the sincere areas,
Slippery slopes are for them, a royal hound deplores;
A profuse gathering eliminates me and the rest,
Robust royal battalions begin to shrill and be silent.
Round and shaped like circles, the array joins the people,
In a moment of a revolution, in the moment of thoughtlessness.
The tight-fisted wander and make me a shut-mouthed man,
Threatening me is the tiredness of individuals.
A ruthless scheme is about, tiring us more,
Shocking and secretive are the results.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lucy's cleaning
Reference to the advertisement
The spinster, You're looking for a Robust
Who could perform household duties.
If I am not the right person
I could look after your Pekinese
And do the garden work.
Though I am fiftynine
Still capable of hardworking.
I include here my my last night's dream
That would be influenced to your selection.
The whole night I was cleaning the drops of blood
Lost by our Lord Jesus Christ on his way to Calvary.
When I woke up I saw your advertisement
And I thought that's a good omen!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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018 ~ Like A Kite
a robust south wind blew today
caught my baggy clothes
from behind, the arms
of my sweater and pants legs
flailed briskly in the breeze
closing my eyes, I felt like a kite
putting hands in my pockets,
I let go of my body
and went to that child
in my subconscious
the wind in my hair,
rocking back and forth
in my shoes,
I was floating above everything
soaring not to see or be seen
but to catch more wind,
surf the skies, escape
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poem by Stan Pelfrey
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Destiny walk
Deep thick mist blurred the visibility
fatal hurricane scattered all hopes
and in robust the antagonists conspired
all allies deserted such a shattered world
that a lonely hermit resided.
A vision, in a dim though, shown beyond
but winds' velocity higher rose
yet a journey to the unknown began
through a dream to a vision.
Victory celebration begun before the battle
for the urge and morale was mighty
through spices, valleys, seas and hills
to a place the heart fancy all hearted
for a destiny is real.
Destiny walk.
poem by Fate Mcfate
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