Point Clear Light of Heart

Their return ...
A sense that I have never
Sprout among the beautiful feeling of quiet
Pikiranku fancy flying learner not be bordered straw
A dove to the heavens

And when the storm's breath
No power to break the wings rainbow
Until later died close eyes
Whether the members of biography
Paradise love in the hearts
Solve confusion in the desolate
Horrible melody that had stopped

And now ...
Harmony also yearning to create
Make life narrative imagination
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My birthday wish

Another birthday of mine has passed by, and try as I might,

I can't find a lady who knows that vision is more than sight.

For some women I'm too poor, and for the others too old,
It does not seem to matter that I have a heart of gold.

My birthdays keep reminding me that I feel somewhat cursed,
My outlook would improve if they'd just try to know me first.
I have so much to offer, if only someone would look,
Preconceived judgments are made, and women just close the book.

I listen to women complaining that chivalry is dead,
That can't see a gentleman; they're too focused on wealth instead.
My birthday wish for this year, as I hope and contemplate,
Would enable me to find and be with, my true soul mate.

Create by : Ralph Parlette

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My country love

If you passed her in your city
You would call her badly dressed,
But the faded homespun covers
Such a heart in such a breast!
True, her rosy face is freckled
By the sun's abundant flame,
But she's mine with all her failings,
And I love her just the same.

If her hands are red they grapple
To my hands with splendid strength,
For she's mine, all mine's the beauty
Of her straight and lovely length!

True, her hose be think and homely
And her speech is homely, too;
But she's mine! her rarest charm is
She's for me, and not for you!

create by : Norman Rowland Gale

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