Oh, joyous love, come unto me;
come fill my heart with pipes and timbrels;
the soaring notes of ecstasy;
the clash and crash of passions cymbals.
Come fill me with fathoms of gold.
Oh, joyous love, come unto me;
come fill my heart with pipes and timbrels;
the soaring notes of ecstasy;
the clash and crash of passions cymbals.
Come fill me with fathoms of gold.
Mother’s Day
P K Routray
A mother’s day
regards and respects for mothers to pay
in an organized and grand way
her contribution is remembered, we say.
each time the raindrops fall
your face i will recall
and the tears that trickled when i had to go
but yet i wear a smile
for i'll see you in a while
I saw your face; that is the moment when
I knew that my life had truly begun
We were soldiers
I fought the world for you
You promised me,
we would never be slain
You blew through my soul,
like a wind on the ocean
I never imagined that you were a flame
It's moments like this that feel like bliss,
Laying in your arms are times that I miss.
I know I shouldn't be so attached,
But when we're together I'm just so relaxed.
Pamela Field felt little emotion as she stood at the bus stop on that cold, dismal February morning.
“We have to go before Chasity gets mad at you for being late.” Damon whispered pulling away a few
“Mom!” I exclaimed, “I can’t wear this dress it’s too short.”
“Watch it Daphne a young woman doesn’t whine.”
smaller than the fingertips he slips between
You said my eyes
were like oracles,
and my body, a small
house