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whenever i write something they take a coffee break so i have now decided to take a longer one bye 4 now
WHOA…!. HAVING A LONG COFFEE BREAK

Friends and fans have a nice time,
No poetry, no astrology,
Nor sexology,
From dear Vision, as he will be astride,
Hoping to somewhere else hide!.

See you soon,
His absence is your boon,
And all I can say, when catty is away,
The micy will play,
Have a good day!.

Bye for now,
But Vision will,
Miss you all some how,
Wow, wow, wow!.

Au Revoir till we meet again!.

VISION

ANON



Roses
Hello friends its roses again,
Roses all the way,
Only will roses ever stay,
Upon your coat button and as flowers
In a vase and ‘Roses’ as a name for you
And then someone will say,
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Call a rose by any other name
Still I t’ all be true!.

Roses will remain the way they are,
Their smell travels very far,
From London to Australia
Or the bottom of the sea,
Here Jack Dawson was said to be born free!.

Had there been no Titanic there would
Have been no’ Rose’,
also no ‘Hello Canada’, to compose,
Yes my friend would have to say
‘’Why do I have to wear clothes’’ today!.

Another of my fans ‘Hassan’ would have no romance,
Without a Rose,’ Hello Canada’, would have no stance!.
Kroshta, or Cleopatra yes, Greek woman,
Any other person, American may be Roman,
Nor Solitaire would have been,
On the internet would have been ever seen!.

For roses sure are red and violets are still blue,
My love for Canada is, as much it is for you!.
Roses will sell the way they usually do!.
Hopefully you all will display
When’ Hello’ does go,
‘’Gone with the Wind ’’, He hopes so,
And does every remind,
Sweet memories of roses
He would leave behind!.

Roses are red and always will be
Beautiful flowers for you and me,
Let heavens strip dead,
But roses will always, always be red!.

WHAT IS LOVE
Love is the nectar we all want,
And hold it in our hands like a cup,
How we wish it not to let it go,
As love is the only possession one does show!. !.

And hopes to nurse it for all times
Yet we hanker for more and do not share
What is love is love divine!.
We always think of those times we wanted,
But our love was always daunted,
Hoping that some one will come our way
And upon us his whole beings love spray!.

We still hope some day love will come our way
And lead us from the threshold of sadness
To a zone of timeless happiness;
And it will then only we will know
How love does blossom and glow!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE

Last time we met it was perhaps our last!.
Then it was up in our minds to forget the past!.
My instinct tells me you are now in another’s arms!.
But I know it is for just a while no more,
for when your lips turn dry you know
you will thirst for more, yes I mean more!.
Only then you will know that I am no more!.

WHERE IS MY LOVE

All around me I find deathly silence,
It at times it’s so killing and does me silence!.
Then suddenly I look around and become mad,
Where my dear where have you, it makes me sad!.

Often I ask where I should go in search,
As my loved one has left me in the lurch,
I suddenly wonder if I shall recover,
Before she comes and my solitariness discover!.
The when I think I've found my peace,
I realise none can my love fleece!.

Where, just let me know where love has gone,
And left me all alone this fine morn,
Tell me where I can go, look discover,
And find my dearest one recover!.

Have I really found my love, if so where,
Do I have to look for you in despair!?
Heaven knows my love I cannot live without you!.
Can someone tell me what is really love,
This is a common human inquiry,
Tell me love what makes you a living story!.

Some Summers Past
Some summers past, we were standing,
For each others’ better halves waiting,
It was then our eyes did glance,
And their arrival we forgot perchance!.

It was then your eyes met mine again,
Yes it was some summers past,
We smiled and blushed
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my favy is this one of Robert Brownings
and its story or theme is something everyone likes

porphyrias lover-robert browning




The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break!.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me!. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever!.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain!.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do!.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her!. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain!.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain!.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard!.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!

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It is not nearly 20 lines long, but I would still like to share my favorite poem with you!.
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me!.!.!.
than a frontal lobotomy!."
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The Owl and The Pussycat!

Dont try the Rime Of The Ancient Mariner!. Its over 100 lines long, methinks!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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