Quotes about robust, page 9
An Amazon clan aim
(An Amazon clan aim)
Drove of untamed splendid dames,
gallops behind a handsome hero;
femme warriors of an Amazon clan aim,
at the pulchritudinous guerrero.
Hmm...
Are you aware of his secret charm?
A handsome semi-god will enchant,
sightly Smyrna, arousing her alarm,
favoured he will receive her grant.
Queen of the Amazons, exquisite,
with her splendiferous posture,
deserved a strengthened opposite,
with a demonstrated composure.
So, he was their idolized Heracles,
robust to implement his manly laws;
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Miss So Fat (For My Next Door Neighbour)
Coming now of age
And growing in a form so strange
The beautiless girl next door
Only eats junks and fatty foods the more
Though everyone know her as Pat
I call her miss so fat
She's so robust, you'd fear she would burst
And day by day she grew worse
Her feature doubtlessly I hate
She could not even go through the small gate----
She then grows so weak
And before long she grew sick,
That she had to the clinic be admitted
But her health, it got dilapidated-----
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poem by Olajide Ajibola
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Gratitude
If gratitude a poor man's virtue is,
'Tis one at least my sick soul can afford.
Bankrupt I am of all youth's charities,
But not of thanks. No. Thanks be to the Lord!
Praise be, dear Lady of all grace, to you.
You were my mediciner, my one sole friend,
When the world spurned me from its retinue.
And I am yours, your bond--slave to the end.
--How shall I tell it you? There was a time
When I was sordid in my unbelief,
And mocked at all things less robust than crime,
A convict in my prison--house of grief.
But that is past. Your pity was the key
Which sent me forth, a broken man, but free.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Rainbow
Raindrops sparkle any day
Look up the sky for a ray
You may find a rainbow
Enjoy the pleasant Nature's color show
First is Robust Red
Put some jam on your bread
Second is Opulent Orange
Time to have a glass of Tangy orange
Third is Yearning Yellow
Place your books in a row
Fourth is Gracious Green
It comes exactly in-between
Ask your friend 'how have you been? '
Fifth is Beautiful Blue
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poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE
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Shrinking (Revised)
Why does a conversational ploy that charms
one colleague fall flat on its face for others?
When I enact a little tragi-comedy for Hanlie
she embroiders the tales I tell, brings out the
hidden glitter in every situation and adds joy
by weaving her wan spell -
but when I share the same anecdote with
other colleagues my story loses its appeal,
I feel guilt and fatigue, and the story shrivels
up and dies; a more robust, feisty colleague
simply kills the story by pulling down corners
of her mouth -
thus, with Hanlie on leave, I already know
why life at work keeps shrinking
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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And it's really sad when the forest mourns?
Most of the trees
Bear green leaves
Though the fruits
in different colors
and the flavors too.
Yet, the dialect
not much varied
and gives a similar whisper
when the wind blows.
While the robust Lumberjacks
rushing into woods with their
cruel modernized equipments,
I heard your faraway cries!
Like babies....................and
It's really sad
When the forest mourns?
[When I think of the elderly people where they're like old trees in a forest.Millions of adults are suffering with progressive mental decline, a mind-robbing form of memory loss that can rip apart families and lives? ]
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Summer Poem
tokyo summer, the blazing sun heats up
the air, the road and the beach opening up
the avenues and lanes for new friendships
a riotious crowd have stamped a mishmash trail
of excitements and robust spirits of adventures
a young sun rising on the horizon of our gaze
is witnessed by another matching alluring pair,
the azure sky and sea
with the looseness of the sand at our feet
the crispness of our breath and the
the tightness of our grasp
we we look into each other's eyes and
feel the heat of many more summers
rising and touching our hearts
the surging waves leading
us to somewhere divine
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hopefully Come Cascading
we work on some secret codes
you put the letter folding into three
rebellious
satirical
bully
i am, i am that reality subsumed bone-like
enticing
revealing sanctity
bonfire
you keep on telling space: i love you
i desire all of you
crush me, make love to me, bend me,
you kneel and worship
my humility cries
like some rain dripping from my lips
you love this game of the gods of love
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Much Love For Jessica
Deep soulful brown eyes—
the essence of nature—
from which everything grows!
Face of light and love, a
rosie luster of innocence.
Robust character and wit,
an independent thinker. You hurdle troubles with grace.
Hand in your homework on time.
A song bird's laughter—stunning
smiles through ruby lips
grow roses in my being.
I thank you for your gifts. I've watched you develop
with substance.
Watched you cuddle your pets.
Proud of your cheerleading years.
But most of all I'm proud of you
for being yourself—a lover or a giver
a unique beautiful achiever!!!!!
I have much love for Jessica!
poem by Alexandra Mars Edmonds
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Camps Of War
Going to the camps and wars is like a frightening message,
One kept the message of goodness in the heart of reality.
Blind and bored, the camps are fighting the houses of fire,
Lulling the shouting and collapsing the mastered shelves of books,
Robust from the fires of a bygone generation.
Reading claimed a fire and a horse to ride on,
Internal anxiety has alarmed, and writing is episodic.
Losing the ample time is like drizzling with rain,
The wars of a day are like the water of tomorrow,
A triple gesture rounds up the number of the raindrops.
Camps are like cigars to some of us, for some they repel,
And yet they attract.
poem by Naveed Akram
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