~tasha~
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Conversation
The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference.
Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense;
until a name and all its connotation are the same.
~tasha~
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Within my reach!
Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro' the village— Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected Violets Within the meadows go— Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago!
~tasha~
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Joy
I am wild, I will sing to the trees, I will sing to the stars in the sky, I love, I am loved, he is mine, Now at last I can die! I am sandaled with wind and with flame, I have heart-fire and singing to give, I can tread on the grass or the stars, Now at last I can live!
~tasha~
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thanx friendz
Miss Malta
A sweet and lovely woman i am lucky to know Always helpful and kind even when she is feeling low She tries to cheer me up when i m blue She cares for others and this is true I havn’t had the pleasure to meet this lovely friend We just talk every day online in MIRC and in MSN Even if we are very far away I will always know she is my friend to stay Miss Malta and MM is what i call her now So please MM take a bow In the days and months ahead this year May there always be just smiles and cheer My friend MM with a golden heart I know you will always be my friend and will never part!
~tasha~
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Mirage
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? No loneliness is this, nor misery, But great content that these should be the ways Whereby the Fancy, dreaming as she strays, Makes bright and present what she would would be. And who shall say if the reality Is not with dreams so pregnant. For delays And hindrances may bar the wished-for end; A thousand misconceptions may prevent Our souls from coming near enough to blend; Let me but think we have the same intent, That each one needs to call the other, "friend!" It may be vain illusion. I'm content.
~tasha~
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Artist's Life
OF all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, mad with melody, rhythm--rife From the very first to the final note, Give me his "Artist's Life!" It stirs my blood to my finger ends, Thrills me and fills me with vague unrest, And all that is sweetest and saddest blends Together within my breast. It brings back that night in the dim arcade, In love's sweet morning and life's best prime, When the great brass orchestra played and played, And set our thoughts to rhyme. It brings back that Winter of mad delights, Of leaping pulses and tripping feet, And those languid moon-washed Summer nights When we heard the band in the street. It brings back rapture and glee and glow, It brings back passion and pain and strife, And so of all the waltzes I know, Give me the "Artist's Life." For it is so full of the dear old time-- So full of the dear friends I knew. And under its rhythm, and lilt, and rhyme, I am always finding--you.
~tasha~
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It Might Have Been
We will be what we could be. Do not say, "It might have been, had not this, or that, or this." No fate can keep us from the chosen way; He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do not dream Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve. I hold, all men are greatly what they seem; He does, who could achieve. We will climb where we could climb. Tell me not Of adverse storms that kept thee from the height. What eagle ever missed the peak he sought? He always climbs who might. I do not like the phrase "It might have been!" It lacks force, and life's best truths perverts: For I believe we have, and reach, and win, Whatever our deserts.
~tasha~
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Advice
I MUST do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes two straight roads to a town, One over, one under the hill.
You are treading the safe and the well-worn way, That the prudent choose each time; And you think me reckless and rash to-day Because I prefer to climb.
Your path is the right one, and so is mine. We are not like peas in a pod, Compelled to lie in a certain line, Or else be scattered abroad.
'T were a dull old world, me thinks, my friend, If we all just went one way; Yet our paths will meet no doubt at the end, Though they lead apart today.
You like the shade, and I like the sun; You like an even pace, I like to mix with the crowd and run, And then rest after the race.
I like danger, and storm, and strife, You like a peaceful time; I like the passion and surge of life, You like its gentle rhyme.
You like buttercups, dewy sweet, And crocuses, framed in snow; I like roses, born of the heat, And the red carnation's glow.
I must live my life, not yours, my friend, For so it was written down; We must follow our given paths to the end, But I trust we shall meet--in town.
~tasha~
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I Am in Need of Music
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
~tasha~
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Argument
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with me endlessly neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.
Distance: Remember all that land beneath the plane; that coastline of dim beaches deep in sand stretching indistinguishably all the way, all the way to where my reasons end?
Days: And think of all those cluttered instruments, one to a fact, canceling each other's experience; how they were like some hideous calendar "Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc."
The intimidating sound of these voices we must separately find can and shall be vanquished: Days and Distance disarrayed again and gone...
~tasha~
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Conversation
The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer in the same tone of voice. No one could tell the difference.
Uninnocent, these conversations start, and then engage the senses, only half-meaning to. And then there is no choice, and then there is no sense;
until a name and all its connotation are the same.
~tasha~
Age: 124
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After Many Years
I wonder if with you, as it is with me, If under your slipping words, that easily flow About you as a garment, easily, Your violent heart beats to and fro!
Long have I waited, never once confessed, Even to myself, how bitter the separation; Now, being come again, how make the best Reparation?
If I could cast this clothing off from me, If I could lift my naked self to you, Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be Good; it would let the ache come through.
But that you hold me still so kindly cold Aloof my floating heart will not allow; Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold Your pleasure now.
~tasha~
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You Must Not Quit
When things go wrong as they sometimes will When the road your on seems all Uphill When funds are low and debts are high And you want to smile but you have to sigh When care is pressing you down a bit Rest(pray) if you must but don't you quit Life is queer with it's twist and turns As everyone of us sometimes learns And many a failure turns about When he might have won if he stuck it out Don't give up though the pace seems slow You may succeed with another blow Success is failure turned inside out A silver tint of the cloud of doubt And you never can tell how close you are It may be near when it seems a far So stick to the fight when you hardest hit It's when things go wrong that you MUST NOT QUIT!
~tasha~
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Because You're A Friend
When you are sad I will dry your tears When you are scared I will comfort your fears When you are worried I will give you hope When you are confused I will help you cope and when you are lost and can't see the light I shall be your beacon shining ever so bright This is my oath I pledge till the end Why you may ask because you're a friend.
~tasha~
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Fire And Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
~tasha~
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For Once, Then Something
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths--and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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main lafzon mai kuch bhi izhar nahi karti... iska matlab ye nahi k main tujhe pyar nahi karti chahti hoon main tujhe aaj bhi par teri soch mei apna waqt bekar nahi karti... tamasha naa ban jaaye kahi mohabbat meri isi liye ......apne dard ko namoodaar nahi karti .....jo kuch mila hai usi mei khush hoon main.... tere liye khuda se taqraar nahi karti
~tasha~
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Virelay
Alone walking In thought plaining, And sore sighing; All desolate, Me rememb'ring Of my living; My death wishing Both early and late. Infortunate Is so my fate, That, wot ye what? Out of measure My life I hate; Thus desperate, In such poor estate, Do I endure.
Of other cure Am I not sure; Thus to endure Is hard, certain; Such is my ure, I you ensure; What creature May have more pain?
My truth so plain Is taken in vain, And great disdain In remembrance; Yet I full fain Would me complain, Me to abstain From this penance.
But, in substance, None alleggeance Of my grievance Can I not find; Right so my chance, With displeasance, Doth me advance; And thus an end
~tasha~
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Possessions
That which we had we still possess, Though leaves may drop and stars may fall; No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own; We only held it for a day-- A leaf by careless breezes blown: No fate could take our own away.
I hold it as a changeless law From which no soul can ever sway or swerve, We have that in us which will draw Whate'er we need or most deserve.
Even as the magnet to the steel Our souls are to the best desires; The Fates have hearts and they can feel-- They know what each true heart requires.
We think we lose when most we gain; We call joys ended ere begun; When stars fade out do skies complain, Or glory in the rising sun?
No fate could rob us of our own-- No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For what was ours we still possess.
~tasha~
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A Little Song of Life
Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew. After the sun the rain; After the rain the sun; This is the way of life, Till the work be done.
All that we need to do, Be we low or high, Is to see that we grow Nearer the sky.
~tasha~
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Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto th eedge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him the knew-- Only more sure of all I though was true.
