poem by Carl Sandburg
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Well I would say it means, They want to be important, influencial, a key player in society, one that leads and holds everything together. They are asking God to give them the strength to do that.  I'm so full of it.
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I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.\nLike a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.\nSo while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.\nAnd in the personals column, there was this letter I read:\n\n"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.\nIf you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.\nIf you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.\nI'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."\n\nI didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.\nBut me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.\nSo I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.\nAnd though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad.\n\n"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.\nI'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.\nI've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.\nAt a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."\n\nSo I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.\nI knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.\nIt was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."\nAnd we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"..\n\n"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.\nAnd the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.\nIf you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.\nYou're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."\n\n"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.\nIf you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.\nIf you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.\nYou're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."
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I am so sorry to hear this. My thoughts and prayers are with your brother you and his family.\n\nDo not stand at my grave and weep\nI am not there; I do not sleep.\nI am a thousand winds that blow,\nI am the diamond glints on snow,\nI am the sun on ripened grain,\nI am the gentle autumn rain.\nWhen you awaken in the morning's hush\nI am the swift uplifting rush\nOf quiet birds in circled flight.\nI am the soft stars that shine at night.\nDo not stand at my grave and cry,\nI am not there; I did not die.
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I find A Psalm of Life to be an extremely  powerful poem. There are many\nof us on this earth that do not understand that the soul is realy them\nand not their body. We are all a part of a larger creative intelligence.\nOur souls are what connects us to this divine, creative intelligence.\nEach of us comes with a purpose to fulfill and expand that creative\ninteligence on the physical plain. As children we are more connected to\nour sould purpose. However as we grow older we allow the "inculturation"\nof our society to move us away form our souls purpose and more toward\nour physical self. Yet our ony purpose is to create a world that is so\npure that that soul can manifest itself without the illusion of our\nphysical form.  The soul never dies.\n\nWe must all remember tis truth -\n    "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,\n     Was not spoken of the soul."\n\n\nWhen he writes that the soul is dead that slumbers, he means that if your soul is dormant or asleep it may as well be dead because you're not using it,\nWhen great men leave footprints in the sands of time, he means that they leave footprints in the sand that stand the test of time, they are remembered - they make a difference!\nCattle are the conformists - they do not think for themselves, society thinks for them, and they are all the same.\n\nThis is a very inspirational poem. The concept of living only in the present is a very difficult thing for me, as the regrets of the past and hopes of the future can be very troublesome and misleading at times. This brings out feelings of...almost like confidence. Strength and belief in oneself. The thought he expresses in this, one how to live through each day, is one I firmly sympathize with and believe in.\nThe meaning of this is very clear. Just live. Don't be hindered by the fear of oncoming, certain death, or whatever mistakes you may've made before, live by the second and only plan ahead that far. The is no concrete point in life, nothing is sure and steady, so don't live like it is going to be that way.\nThis has a very punctual, powerful rhythm. It works great for this, as the theme and message of it is a very strong, very passionate one. The wording, flow, everything in this goes perfectly hand in hand. I don't think it could've been written any better.\nThis is an excellent write, one I'm also going to save. I find it to be very uplifting, very inspirational.
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Like a suqare peg in a round hole... \nLike a harp without its strings... \nLike a sailor who sails no oceans, \nLike a bird that has no wings... \n\nWithout love, I am a desert, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, I cannot win \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue.... \n\nLike a dream that has no dreamer, \nLike a cloud without a sky... \nLike a truth with no believer, \nLike a mother without a child... \n\nWithout love, I have no pleasures, \nWithout love, my light is dim... \nWithout love, I have no treasures... \nWithout love, my chance is slim \n\n(Without love) ... We are like ships in the night \n(Without love) ... Selling our souls down the river \nSailing away and forever our pleasure is blue....
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Auguries of Innocence \n\nBy William Blake \n\nTo see a world in a grain of sand, \nAnd a heaven in a wild flower, \nHold infinity in the palm of your hand, \nAnd eternity in an hour.
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www.netpoets.com/poems/friends
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Robert Frost:  "The Road Not Taken"\nRobert Browning:  "Porphyria's Lover" "My Last Dutchess"\nLangston Hughes:  "Harlem" "Dreams"\nWalt Whitman:  "O Captain my Captain\nEdgar allen Poe:  "Anabelle Lee"  "The Raven" "To Mother"
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you can go on netpoets.com they have some good poems on there and I have a couple on there also
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if u can type the poem i cn help
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http://www.poemsforfree.com/thanpo.html\n\nBrowse their selection and pick the one best suited for your situation.
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I'm sorry to hear about you friend. Here's a nice one I've read:\n\nIf tears could build a stairway,\nAnd memories a lane,\nI'd walk right up to heaven\nAnd bring you home again.\n\nHere's another one:\n\nThey say memories are golden. Well, maybe that's true. \nI never wanted memories. I only wanted you. \nA million times I needed you, A million times I cried. \nIf love alone could have saved you, \nYou never would have died. \n\nIn life I loved you dearly, In death, I love you still. \nIn my heart, you hold a place no one could ever fill. \nIf tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane, \nI'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again. \nOur family chain is broken and nothing seems the same. \nBut as God calls us, one by one, the chain will link again. \n\nNo farewell words were spoken, no time to say "goodbye", \nYou were gone before we knew it and only God knows why. \nOur heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow. \nWhat it meant to lose you no one will ever know. \n\nSome people only dream of angels.....but we held one in our arms. \nWe love and miss you very much and can't wait till we can see you again\n\nI know the second one is long so you can just choose a few lines from it if you want.
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I liked poems and those were very good and show quite a talent. I have one to share of one of my favorite poets , Robert Frost ,\n\nTHE ROAD NOT TAKEN\nTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,\nAnd sorry I could not travel both\nAnd be one traveler, long I stood\nAnd looked down one as far as I could\nTo where it bent in the undergrowth;\nThen took the other, as just as fair,\nAnd having perhaps the better claim,\nBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;\nThough as for that the passing there\nHad worn them really about the same,\nAnd both that morning equally lay\nIn leaves no step had trodden black.\nOh, I kept the first for another day!\nYet knowing how way leads on to way,\nI doubted if I should ever come back.\nI shall be telling this with a sigh\nSomewhere ages and ages hence:\nTwo roads diverged in a wood, and I-\nI took the one less traveled by,\nAnd that has made all the difference. \n\n                               Robert Frost
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it is an excellent poem.I like it .good job.well-done
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that poem was so sweet im crying now\n\nu would be a great poet u have got a good talent :) xx
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been nowhere, did nothing, stole the t shirt.\ncome to the dark side, we have cookies.\nback with a vengence... and a mug of cocoa.\nsaw it, wanted it, threw a tantrum, got it.\na pat on the back is only a few centimetres from a kick up the backside.\nof course i dont look busy, i did it right the first time.\nalways remember that you're unique, yust like everyone else.\ni started out with nothing and still have most of it left.\nDo unto others…then run.\nYes I missed you. But my aim is improving.\nSupport your local medical examiner - die strangely.\nThe main reason Santa is jolly is that he knows where all the bad girls live.\nLife’s a beach, and then you drown.\nLife in a vacuum sucks.\nGot kleptomania? Take something for it.\nRomans didn’t find algebra challenging because X was always 10.\nLife’s short and hard - kind of like a bodybuilding elf.\nTwo wrongs don’t  make a right, but three lefts do.\nI’m not afraid of the dark…it’s the stuff in the dark I’m afraid of.\nEven if the voices aren’t real, they come up with some good ideas.\nRock is dead…long live paper and scissors!