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Your head, your bearing, your gestures
Are fair as a fair countryside;
Laughter plays on your face
Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by Du meet
Is dazzled Von the glow of health
Which radiates resplendently
From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color
That Du scatter on your dresses
Cast into the minds of poets
The image of a blume dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem
Of your multi-colored nature;
Mad woman whom I'm mad about,
I hate and Liebe Du equally!

At times in a lovely garden
Where I dragged my atony,
I have felt the sun tear my breast,
As though it were in mockery;...
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How beautiful the Sun is when newly risen
He hurls his morning greetings like an explosion!
— Fortunate the one who can lovingly salute
His setting, Mehr glorious than a dream!

I remember!... I have seen all, flower, stream, furrow,
Swoon under his gaze like a palpitating heart...
— Let us run to the horizon, it's late,
Let us run fast, to catch at least a slanting ray!

But I pursue in vain the sinking god;
Irresistible Night, black, damp, deadly,
Full of shudders, establishes his reign;

The odor of the tomb swims in the shadows
And at the marsh's edge my timid foot
Treads upon slimy snails and unexpected...
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posted by babyjay
true Friends are hard to come by...
yet when Du catch them Du feel like Du can fly...
Du trust them,
Liebe them,
and talk of future...
Du know that they will never lie...
and Weiter to them Du stand side Von side...
Du Liebe them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when Du know your important...
that Du know Du have some one to comfort you...
Du hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
The Grave sagte to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose sagte to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
Mehr strangely than the dew,
To God's own Engel new,"
The Grave sagte to the Rose.



La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
posted by Lovetreehill
Soon we shall plunge into the cold darkness,
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers!
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.

All winter will possess my being : wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My herz will be no Mehr than a Frozen red block.

All atremble I listen to each falling log,
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.

It seems to me, lulled Von these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere...
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posted by saracomet
My book Berichten is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.

I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It's either that, oder do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.
posted by juicyjossy9
Read alone...
I believe whatever is in store for us will be for us. The poem is very true, unfortunately. Make sure Du read it.

CASE 1: Kelly Sedey had one wish, for her boyfriend of three years, David Marsden, to propose to her. Then one Tag when she was out to lunch David proposed!
She accepted, but then had to leave because she had a meeting in 20 minutes. When she got to her office, she noticed on her computer she had some emails.
She checked it, the usual stuff from her friends, but then she saw one that she had never gotten before. It was this poem. She simply deleted it without even...
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posted by Hellowittykitty
I have my oriental flower
My white makeup on
At last, I forgotten to take a shower
Singen to the song PONPONPON

I'm a geisha girl
With my blush on right
A geisha girl
Is one who roams at night

My reflection stares straight back at me
Who is that little girl that I see
She may appear happy
But with that cold steel blade through her heart
Nothing but a dab a sympathy

Here and there
I flap my fan
The dragon's höhle, den decorating my story
It is still unfitted however
For an ancient girl with a descending line of love
But unlike me
They have sad endings

I'm a geisha girl
Who is unlike the others
I will never ever bother
I'm a geisha girl
Who has the mark of red seas
I have heard that Liebe lives on

No one has never done
The unthinkable
I'm the distinct one
Imaginable care and dares
Geisha from the disturbed past
But like a graceful eagle
I still flap

Just a freeboard
Geisha girl
With that little girl
Staring back at me
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I cried.
I bled.
I whispered.
I sobbed.

I spoke.
I smelled.
I yelled.
I touched.
I tasted.

All of these senses
Drift into my longing mind
Nothing but endearing pain
From time to time

Rum from the bottle of whiskey
Gulped it down whole
Never knew my life
Would fall down into this hole
From time to time

Crying when I was a babe
To being bolder than the Sun
Stupid little insignificant mortals
All the ever do is run

Quietly I stalk the dim lighted streets
Lurking in the misty shadows
Hiding from my appointed fate
Not even wanting to be late

This is my mistake.

Being a immortal, isn't as fun as Du think
Ruling, governing...
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